AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Because she lost my baby sister!” He blurts on a shout, then blanks.
This is the way we interrogate lackeys, and it never fails to work. Rile them up by asking what we don’t really want to know, and then ask that one question we need the answer to. Boom, success guaranteed.
But, damn, I did not expect this to be his answer. Do I want to tell him that I’m sorry? Yeah. But the words won’t leave my mouth.
“But your mom still has you to look after?”
Silence stretches, the only audible sound his ragged breathing. Then, without a word, he walks to his bed and sits down in it, draping the cover around him. He’s trembling, but this time I doubt it’s from fear. Sliding down onto his bed, I take off my boots, then make sure to have Phoenix between myself and the wall. I need him warm. I need him safe. I fucking hate it.
“She—I—” Phoenix stops himself, then puts his chin in the air and scowls at me. “That’s none of your damn business. I want chocolate.” He tries to grab the bar from my hand, but I pull it back, annoyed, wanting to know more,moreabout him.
"Why won't you say it, hm?" What's causing this apartment to rot away? “Why won’t you tell me that All Saints forced you to be their lackey?”
Why won't you let mein? Well, I can think of a reason or two, so that shouldn't surprise me. But it’s me who’s mostly surprising myself. Because what is it about him that makes me want to know in the first place? I want to taste him again.
"You already know. And they didn’t force me. They paid me better than you did.” His cheeks flush. “I know why you’re here.”
“Yeah? Why’s that?” His cheeks turn a darker shade of pink. He looks up, toffee-colored eyes blazing.
“Because you want to show me that you can get in here whenever you want. You want me to know that I’m in danger. All. The. Fucking. Time.” He shivers, but his eyes won’t blink as they meet with mine. His confession is both true and sad, innocent and closed-off. Damn, his indignation turns me feral.
"Maybe." Unwrapping the chocolate, I hold it in front of his mouth. "How am I doing so far?" My tattooed fingers brush over the delicate heat of his cheek in their chase for his freckles, those tiny, golden spots scattered across his nose. “So you want this?" I lean forward, then let my tongue dart out and slowly lick the top of the bar. The combination of chocolate and nuts is sweet, but not as sweet as the way Phoenix’s gaze burns into me, eyes seeming impossibly large now that his wet curls are brushed out of his face. “Hmm,” I hum for good measure, and the sound of his gasp makes all blood travel south.
That’s it. I’ve officially, fucking lost it. But seeing him affected like that, the way his pupils dilate as surprise and arousal battle inside his quivering frame, is intoxicating. And I’ve never,everfelt like this before.
“Don’t you want the chocolate?” With my mouth still attached to the candy, I look up at him, feigning innocence.
“W-what?”
“This. Don’t you want it?” My tongue laps up a bit of dripping sweetness and Phoenix lets out a long, shaky exhale. I hate you, I want to tell him. Hate you, and crave you. “Come on, baby mouse, I know you want it.” I snake it a little more forward and trace the shape of his lips with the bar. My tongue laps up the dripping chocolate from his wet treats, and Phoenix’s strained puffs of air turn into gasps. It’s fucking sexy. “Come on, then. Take it.”
ChapterEleven
PHOENIX
Kai slides the candy between my lips. “Eat,” he growls against my mouth. I know that I should fight him, should insist on him leaving. But the pathetic truth is that I’m happy that he’s here. Part of me has been waiting for him to come back into my small space, has been begging for his big, powerful arms to squeeze me tight. Even if he comes with a threat. Even if he comes with a gun. The thought leaves me vulnerable, and afraid. But I can’t deny him. I’ve been so lonely. Starved. I fervently grind on the bar, chewing away the hunger in my stomach.
“Better?” Kai glares, and I nod. Pinching my jaw between his fingers, he squeezes me closer, turning my head until he’s got the perfect angle. And then he seals our mouths together. It’s warm and possessive, and I sigh, reveling in this illusion of feeling protected. Cherished. Because I’ve missed his touch. His tongue pushes past my lips, sweeping along mine, making my toes curl. Chocolate and nuts. The faint scent of whisky, combined with the vanilla that lingers from my candle. Swallowing my gasps, he tilts and bends my head with a firm grip while his tongue ravages my mouth.
“Yeah.” He mumbles when he pulls back, smiling when I’m left chasing his lips with mine. “You taste fucking good.” And then he kisses me again. It’s gentle, the way he slowly tastes me, savores me, while he cups my face with his palm. “Who would have thought that treachery would taste so sweet?” His teeth graze my earlobe as he sucks it between his lips. Pulling me down until the back of my head hits my pillow, he crawls over me, lazily covering my frame with his full weight. It’s scorching and heavy, and feels damn good. He plants his hands next to my head, then lowers his crotch onto mine, and I need to clench my jaw firmly to keep my desperate moans inside. I can feel him through the covers, the outline of his rigid cock as it collides with mine.
He’s as horny as I am.
“Why are you here?” I squeak. Kai’s throat works as he swallows, bobbing but not speaking. Just watching.Me. My chest rises and falls with shallow breaths, my sanity rattling inside my brain as it tries to process everything.
“I wanted to have some fun with my personal ragdoll.” He raises a curved, black eyebrow. “You want me to stop?” When I don’t answer, he rolls his hips deliberately onto mine. Pleasure tingles through my balls. “Say it, Phoenix. You want me to continue?”
“I—Yes,” I finally squeak, face flushing with embarrassment.
“Now then, that’s settled. Lets’ play some more,” he mumbles into my ear, and I grind my teeth to prevent a moan from spilling at those filthy words. “Tell me something I don’t know, baby mouse.” My eyes flutter when he rocks his hips, waves of lust rolling through my body like the sweetest of sensations. “Something that I’d like to know.” My mouth opens and closes, tongue darting out to lick my bottom lip while I scramble to come up with something to say. Kai’s hands sneak behind my neck and grab my shoulder blades while his hips pick up a steady rhythm as he grinds against me. “Tell me how you escaped from me in France,” he mumbles, his breath teasing the corner of my mouth.
“I—” Cotton fills my head and makes my mind go fuzzy, and my mouth opens, but the only sound that escapes is a throaty moan. Because the way his arousal skims against mine makes my stomach heavy with desire. I want more, but I don’t want it. Want to ask him why he saved me from All Saints before, but don’t want to know the answer. At my silence he gives me a peck and sits back onto his knees. Fear of rejection washes over me. “Did I do something wrong?” The question escapes before it can be filtered, and my cheeks are on fire. Kai’s fingers trace the edges of the blanket, before he starts pulling it back. Everything he does is done slowly, deliberately, and so very sexy. I feel naked under his intense stare—despite my sweats—his effect on my body clearly visible in the sweet twilight.
"You're doing good, Phoenix." His fingers dip under my hoodie and trace the subtle curves of my abdomen, the touch making me shiver. “Tell me about France,” he prompts. Licking my lips, I nod.
“Well, I—uhm, All Saints wanted me to go there, to confirm that Connor would be arrested. It was a declaration of war.”
He hums. “That it was. So why didn’t you tell us? When I met you at the airport, we were fighting on the same team.”
