Sweet Retribution (Rydeville High Elite #3)(56)

And I’m not afraid to make an example of someone to prove my point.

I think about fighting Kai on his demands, but he’s hurting, and I want to help ease his pain. I knew that shit this morning would be playing on his mind all day, so him grabbing me in here wasn’t completely unexpected. I saunter toward the desk and lean over it, like a good little wifey.

He pulls up my skirt and yanks my panties down. “Kai, I…” I start to say, remembering my period when he cuts me off mid-speech by yanking the tampon out of my pussy and tossing it in the trash can. My mouth hangs open, and shock splays across my face at the casual way he did that. Honestly, I have no words.

His hand comes down, slapping me once across the ass, and pure liquid lust floods my core. That’s the only warning I get before he’s thrusting inside me with his bare cock, slamming into my pussy repeatedly, reminding me I am his. Not that I need the reminder. But I think he needs the reassurance, and I won’t deny him that. He plunders me, drilling me with all his pent-up rage, and I take it like a dutiful wife, pressing my ass back, urging him to go harder and deeper.

My orgasm creeps up on me out of nowhere, and Kai holds his hand over my mouth, stifling my screams of pleasure. He grunts when he comes, and I feel his hot cum filling me up, cranking my arousal to new heights because there is something so fucking hot about feeling him release inside me with no barrier. He cleans me up with some tissues, and I grab a fresh tampon from my purse, locking eyes with Kai as I turn around, splay my legs, and let him watch me pushing it up inside me.

“I’m a sick bastard,” he admits, “because that seriously fucking turns me on.”

I grab some wipes from my bag, sterilizing my hands and watching as Kai cleans my blood off his dick before tucking himself back inside his pants. “I guess I’m a sick bitch, because watching you wipe my blood off your dick fucking turns me on,” I say, pulling my panties back up and fixing my skirt into place.

He laughs, and it’s so rare to see these days that it warms all the frozen parts of me. My stomach flip-flops, and my heart starts beating to a new rhythm. “Sounds like a match made in heaven,” he purrs, opening his arms. “Come here, Mrs. Anderson. I need to kiss you.”

I swoon at his words and float into his welcoming arms. His kiss is tender, and I melt against him, closing my eyes and savoring his taste and his touch. He must have vanquished his demons with our fast, hard fuck because he’s taking his time kissing me, making love to my mouth, and I’m drowning in him, never wanting to come up for air.

But we do. Because we know our time is limited.

“I’m so sorry about this morning.”

“Shush.” He places a finger over my mouth. “Don’t apologize. I should have left the instant he pulled up.” He rests his forehead against mine. “We both know what we signed up for.”

I ease back. “I was just thinking this morning how fantastic it would be to just have normal mundane shit to worry about.”

He nods slowly. “Like bringing the car in for an oil change or getting the furnace serviced,” he says.

“Like anything normal,” I say, rubbing my thumbs against the side of his neck.

“We will have that one day soon. I promise.” He dots little kisses all over my face.

“Where do you think we’ll be this time next year?” I ask.

“Living in our own house together. Going to bed wrapped up in you and waking up with your scent all over my skin,” he says without hesitation, and I melt again.

“God, I want that so bad.”

“I will give that to you. That’s a solemn promise.”

“Where?” I ask.

He shrugs. “Wherever you like. Here. Another part of the US. Abroad.” He shoots me a wistful smile. “We can go anywhere, and I don’t care where it is as long as I’m with you.”

Tears spill out of my eyes. “I can’t believe this big old softie lives underneath this rugged exterior,” I say, trying to laugh over the messy ball of emotion in my throat, as I run my hands up and down his impressive chest. “I’m so proud to be your wife, Kai.” I clasp his face in my minds. “And I can’t wait to shout it from the rooftops.”

A rap sounds on the door, and we both sigh in unison. He presses a firm kiss to my lips. “Love you, baby. Be safe.”

“Love you too.” I fling my arms around his neck, clinging to him, not ready to let him go. “You’ll always be my caveman, and I’ll follow you to the ends of the earth. All you have to do is ask.”





CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE


“You look absolutely stunning, Abby,” Shandra says as I peer at my reflection in the mirror during my scheduled appointment at the haute couture wedding store. I run my fingers along the tight corset top and full-bodied skirt. This dress is not something I would ever pick for my wedding day. But it’s perfect for what I have planned.

“I agree.” The store owner appears on my other side, beaming. No doubt, dollar signs are flashing before her eyes.

“I’ll take it,” I confirm.

Her grin expands. “Excellent.”

“But I’ll need a few alterations.”

Shandra quirks an eye. “What are you up to?”

I sway my hips, twirling in the dress, watching the slow smile spread across my mouth in the mirror. “Ensuring my gown is elite-worthy.”