Dead Drop (The Guild #2)(58)

My words stuck in my throat, and panicked tears pricked at my eyes. I wasn’t prepared for this. Not even slightly. All I could do to ground myself was focus on our hands pressed against the wall. How the blood from mine was now smeared over Kai’s, like some kind of demonic handfasting ritual.

Shit. No. That line of thought was not helping.

“Kai…” I started to say, but… what? What the fuck did I have to say back to that? He’d literally stolen all coherent thought from my brain, and I was just… I was in shock. That had to be it.

“Shut up,” he growled. “You’re going to try and brush this off, make excuses and pretend you don’t feel the same. I don’t want to fucking hear it, Danny. Everything I’ve said is the honest truth, and I think with some time to process, you’ll believe me. But right now, I don’t wanna hear your bullshit denials.”

Stunned, I parted my lips to snap back at him. Probably to do exactly what he was accusing me of. But he was serious when he said he didn’t want to hear it, and clapped a hand over my mouth before I could even get a word out.

A surprised noise escaped me, muffled by his huge hand, but then he was shifting his hips, the tip of his cock finding my pussy. He thrust inside with one rough push, and his hand over my mouth was the only thing that saved me headbutting the wall. Fuck me, I forgot how big he felt inside my cunt.

I shuddered with pleasure as he rocked his hips, pushing deeper without pulling out, and a muffled moan bounced through the shower. It felt so good.

“You love that, don’t you?” he murmured, his voice husky. “You fucking love feeling my dick inside you, stretching your tight little pussy to its limit.”

Oh shit. Really? Dirty talk while I’m essentially gagged? That wasn’t playing fair at all.

But he also wasn’t wrong. I arched my back, pushing back onto his dick and rocking with a wordless plea for more. Harder, faster, all of it.

“Ah yes,” he gasped, pulling out only a little way before slamming back in hard, his hips smacking against my butt. “Keep your hands on the wall, Siren. Don’t fucking move them, understood?”

I nodded against his hand, because only an idiot would disagree with this version of Kai. I was argumentative at the best of times outside the bedroom, but this was a situation where I was more than happy to comply.

“Good girl,” he purred, removing his hand from mine and cupping one of my breasts.

I moaned and shivered with desire, because little did he know, he’d just echoed Leon’s praise from our video call. Shit. There might be something a little wrong with me, after all. Maybe some kind of psychological bullshit from never knowing my parents? Always seeking validation and acknowledgement? Probably.

Whatever it was, I didn’t care. Because the way Kai was rolling my nipple between his fingers and grinding his dick inside me was sending me insane.

I whimpered and moaned, rocking against him in a plea for more, and he kissed my shoulder with teeth. It made my whole body tingle, feeling the stinging scrape of his bite.

“Were you thinking about me?” he demanded in a rough voice, his thrusts getting firmer as he shifted his hand to my waist. “When you were fucking yourself earlier? He thought it was all for him, but I bet you were thinking about me too.”

Okay, look, I’d be lying if Kai and his dick hadn’t crossed my mind. Good thing his hand was still clamped over my mouth, so I didn’t have to answer that question. Instead, I just groaned and rocked my hips, meeting his thrusts as they got more intense.

Kai’s breathing was harsh now, matching my own, and I could feel my orgasm sneaking up. It hadn’t been all that long since my Purple Pussy Eater session, so my clit was extra sensitive, and the angle Kai was fucking me almost seemed to strike it from the inside.

“Christ, Siren,” he panted, “it feels so fucking good to be inside you again. I’m going to fill this filthy pussy up with my cum and watch it drip down these perfect thighs. I’m going to make you touch yourself while I watch, make you use my cum as lube while you fuck yourself with that vibrator again. Then…”

He trailed off, his hand massaging my butt cheek while I waited with baited breath. Then what?

The suspense was killing me.

“Then,” he continued, his thrusts picking up speed as my pussy walls tightened with an impending orgasm, “I wanna come all over again. In here.” He pushed his index finger into my ass, and I cried out against his palm. He pumped that finger a few times, keeping rhythm with his cock, then added a second.

I moaned, my orgasm right on the ledge as he stretched out my hole and pumped faster with his dick.

“I’m gonna fuck you here and make sure you’re dripping with my cum from both holes.”

Oh shit, Kai. Talk about turning up the filth.

I loved it.

A split second later, and I was screaming into his palm as my pussy locked up, waves upon waves of intense pleasure sweeping through me, but Kai didn’t stop to ride it out. His fingers dug into my face as he held on tight, fucking me with his dick and his fingers at a frenzied pace until I felt his shaft pulsing inside me. The rush of liquid heat delivered exactly what he promised—for the first part, anyway.

He didn’t pull away immediately. Instead, he released my face and pressed his lips to my neck, his breathing as hard as mine as he kissed my bruised skin. With his cock still buried inside me, he guided us both under the spray of water, washing away the blood still coating my skin with gentle caresses.