Perfect Ruin (Unyielding #2)(26)

“What?” I tried to sit up, but he put his hand on my neck and kept me down. “Kai. I thought… I thought you were going to do it.”

“Now that would be too easy. Let’s see how brave you are.” He went to the end of the bed and came to his feet, then walked over to the dresser and leaned up against it. I could barely see him in the shadows, but what was clearly visible were his green eyes and they were focused on me. It was disconcerting having him watch me because, like it or not, I wanted him to see that I was brave.

“Pick it up, London.”

I glanced at the dildo he’d dropped between my legs. Brave. I was brave. I wasn’t afraid to try new foods. I went bungee jumping with a group of school friends from my chemistry class a few years ago. When I was picked on by a bully in eighth grade, I punched him. I was a geek, but it didn’t mean I didn’t have backbone.

Fuck it.

I grabbed the dildo, bent my knees, widened my legs and pushed it inside me.

My breath locked in my throat as the cool met the heated wetness and I closed my eyes at the strange sensation. Shit. It felt… good. I slid it out then pushed it in again. A thrill of excitement soared through me not only from what I was doing, but that his eyes were on me. Actually, that was a bigger turn on because I liked his eyes on me.

I parted my legs further, arched my back and moaned as I pushed it in and out. My sex tweaked with need and I lowered my other hand and circled my clit while I continued to push the cool dildo in and out.

“Fuck.”

He came out of the shadows and was on the bed within seconds. He grabbed the toy and threw it across the room so hard it made a dent in the drywall.

He was already wearing a condom as he slid his cock up and down between my legs once to get it wet before he pushed inside me—hard.

But I was ready for him as he ruthlessly took me. His hands grabbed my wrists and locked them down on the mattress on either side of my head. There was a wild look in his eyes as he hovered above me thrusting with his hips. His lips pursed together, brows lowered as if he was angry.

“Christ,” he growled.

I was already close to coming before he entered me and it wasn’t long before I went over the edge and came violently around him. “Kai,” I gasped as shudders tore through me.

“London,” he shouted as he pumped hard and fast a few more times before he groaned low in his throat and came too.

It was several minutes of him on top of me unmoving, eyes closed, hands still locked around my wrists. He finally rolled to the side, releasing me. We were both breathing erratically with the smell of sex and sweat in the air.

Unrestrained. That was what it had been. I didn’t pretend to know this man, but I suspected he rarely lost control—until me. I saw it in his expression, the furrowed brow, the unsettled look in his piercing eyes.

I perched up on my elbow, my head resting in the palm of my hand as I faced him. I reached out and trailed a finger down his chest. His arm was thrown over his face covering his eyes and one knee was bent as he lay on his back beside me.

“Kai?” I traced one of the scars that went from his pectorals down to his abdomen. “Who did this to you?”

He moved his arm from his face and tilted his head to look at me. When I saw the darkness in the depths of his eyes, my heart jumped with a tinge of fear.

“We f*ck, London. Not share fairy tales of our past.”

I yanked my hand away and despite his words feeling like a slap across the face, he was right. But from the look in his eyes and the depth of his scars, his past was no fairy tale.

Why did I care anyway?

Because I did. I cared about everyone. It was the type of person I was and I couldn’t help it. I saw the good in people even when most saw none. I had no doubt the scars contributed to who Kai was and it saddened me to think that someone hurt him so badly it had molded him into a man who was dangerous. I wanted to know more. I wanted to understand him because Kai wasn’t all bad. If he were, I’d be either dead or he’d have beaten me out in the woods as a warning.

But he was right. None of this mattered and the less I knew about Kai, the better. One more night and he’d disappear from my life. I’d get my head back into my studies and pretend this never happened.

But I knew pretending I never met Kai, never having had him inside me, pretending he never existed was never going to happen.

I turned over on my side and closed my eyes.

At some point, he curled his arm around me, tugged me back against his chest, and then gently kissed my neck.





HE WAS EARLY.

Hours early.

Like it was still daylight early and I’d just walked in the door from school. “What are you doing here?”

Kai was different. He wasn’t wearing a suit or even a dress shirt. He was in a black T-shirt and jeans, snug jeans that hung low on his hips and made him look hotter than usual, which was seriously hard to do.

I watched him walk into the kitchen and help himself to a bottled water from the fridge. There was something else that was different. He had barely looked at me. Normally, his eyes trapped mine the moment he entered my loft. But today… he ignored me.

He was tense, on edge. Kai had that in him, but it was not in a threatening edge. It was like he was uneasy about being here.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

He didn’t say anything, merely leaned against the kitchen counter and chugged back the water. And he looked sexy as hell doing it. Shit.