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“Want to taste yourself?” Without waiting for my answer, he presses his lips on mine, sweeping up our mutual flavor, that doesn’t taste as bad as I’d feared for some reason.
“Was it…horrible?”
“What—swallowing you down, baby mouse?” I nod, embarrassment flooding my cheeks. “Honestly, I didn’t plan on doing that. But when you were there, and that look on your face…” He chuckles, making my blush deepen. His fingers curl around my chin, reclaiming my focus. His eyes glimmer. “It was far from horrible. Actually, I might want to do it again.” He climbs off my small bed, stretching his long, strong limbs. I sit up too, and watch him pull up his jeans, the feeling of unease rising. Wiping off his release from my stomach with my hoodie, I roll my lips, thinking of something to say. “Though that would be very unwise,” Kai mumbles. He paces through my room, looking so painfully beautiful it still feels like a dream. He opens his mouth to speak, then closes it again, brushing a hand through his black quiff instead. Using my chair to put on his boots, he grabs one of my buds and puts them into his ear. “What do you listen to?”
“Nothing special,” I rush to say. Still I grab my phone to select my favorite playlist, feeling strangely aware of my personal taste. Like…if there was a way that we could start again, and meet right here, right now…would he like what he saw? Would he likeme?
Kai whistles approvingly when the Beatles playThe Long and winding road.Then he flashes me a smile. It's sexy and full of promises to come. It's his first ever, real smile for me. It's perfect. My face flushes and I look down to my lap, but can’t escape the fluttery feeling in my chest. “Another sixties lover, sweet. Best music era, if you’re asking me. I’m a huge Beatles fan.”
“Me too.” Perhaps he would…like me, in that other life. Kai stands to shimmy into his leather jacket, looking his usual cool self again. Outside the rain has finally stopped.
“So—I’m in a very difficult situation." He cups his chin in contemplation. "What to do with you now? Have you always lived like this?”
“Here, you mean? Or in poverty?” Wrapping my arms around my knees, I press them close to my chest. When he doesn’t reply, I shrug. “It used to be different.”
“That so?” I shrug, trying to play it cool. But I shouldn’t have said that, shouldn’t make this any more complicated than it already is. Still, it feels good to explain, to justify my choices without having to tell him the entire truth.
“When my sister was still here. I mean, my parents always had a difficult marriage, and Dad was -” I stammer, unsure of how to say it. “You know what dads are like.” Kai raises a brow.
“No?”
“I mean, a bit harsh. Uhm, violent. Not like he meant it, I know. And it only happened once or twice. He’s very proud of me. We’re going to buy a penthouse one day.”When he comes back.
The tips of Kai’s lips curl up. “Are you now?”
“Yeah. That’s why I needed the money. Anyway, this was—” I inhale sharply. “We shouldn’t do this again. It’s not that I, because I do, but you know what I mean.” Christ, I’m making a fool of myself. My shoulders slump a little more.
“Are you saying that I can’t visit my personal ragdoll whenever I want to?” Kai’s eyes roar wickedly.
“You don’t even like me.”
He snorts. “Damn right, I hate you. But you’reminenow, Phoenix.” With two large steps he’s standing right back in front of me. Leather cracks when he swipes his thumb over my bottom lip, toying with it while licking his own lips. “Mine to claim, mine to taste.”
“But, why?” I whisper. His smoldering gaze flicks up, meeting mine. Then he grins.
“I’m not sure yet.” He drops his thumb, then rolls one of my curls around his finger. “Perhaps because there’s something you’re not telling me, and I want to find out what it is.” The strand bounces back to the rest of my hair, and he moves to cupping my face with his larger, tattooed hands. It would be intimate, perhaps even romantic, but I don’t miss the threat. If only my stupid body would feel it too. Kai drops a kiss on my forehead, nose and mouth, then flashes me a smile. “Perhaps because I like your sweet mouth on mine. Liked licking at your cock.” And then he zips his jacket, flashes me a wink, and walks out. A few seconds later I hear the front door close on a creak, leaving me bewildered.
For a moment I sit there and listen to the silence in my own room, thoughts stuttering through my mind. And then they become too loud, and I grab my earbuds and a chocolate bar from my desk, then hop right back in bed, legs pressed tightly against my chest, the blanket wrapped around my limbs. My skin tingles from his touch, every single fiber flutters from his presence. Closing my eyes, I let the music soothe my body and wandering thoughts.
“The long and winding road
That leads to your door
Will never disappear
I've seen that road before
It always leads me here
Lead me to you door”
ChapterTwelve
KAI
Over the next few days, tensions rise in the streets. Security doesn’t pick up on anything solid, apart from a few alarming rumors—All Saints are looking for revenge after the failed attack, and they are preparing a large shipment for Europe with a street value of over 200 million dollars. For now, I presume that All Saints mean to send the goods out without us having our cut. Logan’s still in the process of negotiating with them, and that’s all I know. Then again, having no feedback from that arrogant prick doesn’t mean too much. Guy thinks he owns the city. And maybe he does, a little. Since Mia hasn’t updated me on anything, I haven’t changed Owen’s orders—all members of the family are shadowed at all times, and festivities are kept as close to home as possible, D.’s working by my side. Ro hasn’t asked me for any explanation yet about my questionable decision to save Phoenix from All Saints, which is a temporary relief. Knowing him, he’ll somehow find the right moment to interrogate me.
It is nice and sunny when I head for Shaolin’s Martial Arts Center. Sunglasses pushed up to hold back my quiff, my red Porsche newly washed, I’m fresh as fuck. I might never admit it out loud, but I enjoy coming here. There’s really something peaceful about the place. It’s like time goes slower here, and that’s not just because of that gorgeous inner court that Charlie maintains, nor the gentle, traditional Japanese music that lingers throughout the mutual spaces. Perhaps it’s got to do with the intensity of the sport, the pure concentration and control of the body when doing judo, which is what I’m planning on doing. Just to let off some steam before tonight’s party. Samuel and I are not friends. But we will be brothers. And frankly, he’s someone I trust. We have that loyalty in common, and it’s that fierceness that links us. Add our mutual love of sports, and we actually get on pretty well during work-outs—when he’s not being a dick and throwing me to the floor, which happens about eighty percent of the time. But, I’m still learning, and I got to give it to him, he’s the best teacher I could wish for. Again, he doesn’t have to know that.
