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CHAPTER 15

DYLAN

W hen we step out of the alley, still breathless, still wrecked, the need for more doesn’t fade. If anything, it burns hotter.

Kai’s hand is still wrapped around my wrist, his grip firm but not desperate—just certain. Like he’s not afraid I’ll change my mind, but he wants me to know he’s in control. Like he knows neither of us are close to done. “We’re not done,” he murmurs, his voice rough, gravel scraped.

I meet his gaze, chest still rising and falling, my body still tingling from everything he’s already done to me. I should tell him I’ve had enough. That I’ve gotten my fill of him. Instead, I wipe my thumb across my bottom lip, smirking. “Then take me somewhere we can actually break shit.”

Kai’s grin is all teeth. “Say less.”

We barely make it out of the alley before he flags a cab. The driver barely glances at us, too used to drunk couples climbing into the backseat with hands already wandering.

I sit beside him, the space between us barely an inch. But I can feel him.

His thigh presses against mine. The heat of him, the scent of sweat and sex and whatever cologne still lingers on his skin.

My pulse is still erratic, my body still pulsing from the last orgasm he pulled from me.

Kai leans in, his breath warm against my ear. “Think you’ll still be mouthing off when I’ve got you under me?”

I tilt my head, smirking. “You’re assuming I’ll be underneath you at all.”

He lets out a dark chuckle, his eyes gleaming under the passing streetlights. “Fuck, I like you.”

The hotel lobby is a blur. Kai slaps his card on the counter, barely acknowledging the receptionist as they rattle off the room details. He’s tapping his fingers against the desk, like he physically can’t stand the wait.

I press up against him from behind, my fingers teasing along the waistband of his jeans, dipping lower just enough to make his muscles tense.

His jaw clenches. His fingers twitch against the desk. The second the keycard is in his hand, he grabs mine, pulling me toward the elevator.

The moment the elevator doors slide shut, he spins me around, trapping me against the mirrored wall. His mouth crashes onto mine, hungry, desperate, his body pressing against me, making me feel every inch of his need. His hands slide under my shirt, palming bare skin, his thumbs sweeping over my ribs, teasing, possessive. “I can’t fucking wait to ruin you.”

I bite his bottom lip, dragging my nails down his arms. “You talk a lot of shit for a man who hasn’t proven himself yet.”

His breathing hitches, his pupils blown wide. “You’re gonna eat those words, Trouble.”

The door barely clicks shut before he shoves me against it, his mouth back on mine.

Clothes start flying. My shirt? Gone in seconds. Kai’s belt hits the floor. Shoes? Kicked off carelessly. We barely make it to the bed, and I hardly have time to admire even more of the tattoos that spider their way across Kai’s muscular torso.

Goddamn, I already thought he was hot as hell. But now? I’m practically a puddle on the floor.

Kai grabs me by the hips, lifting me onto the mattress.

I grin, hooking a leg around his waist, flipping us so he lands on his back.

He laughs, breathless, wrecked already. “You just can’t let me have control, can you?”

I lean down, dragging my tongue over his jaw. “You can try and take it, Pretty Boy.”

Kai flips us fast, pinning my wrists above my head. His grip is unrelenting. Possessive. “You like pushing me?”

I lift a brow, smirking. “You like being pushed?”

The moment stretches between us, thick with anticipation. A sharp inhale, a lingering touch, the way his thumb drags slowly over my bottom lip, watching me like he’s memorizing the way I react. The air is charged, crackling between us like the storm outside, heat pooling low in my belly with every brush of his fingers along my skin.

“You drive me fucking crazy, you know that?” His voice is a gravelly whisper, his breath hot against my lips.

A wicked grin curls my mouth as I arch into him. “Then do something about it.”

He doesn’t hesitate. I’m caged beneath him, pinned to the cool sheets as his body presses over mine. His hands roam—firm, knowing, possessive. Every inch of my skin is mapped with deliberate touches, leaving behind goosebumps in his wake. My pulse skitters, body thrumming with need as he drags his mouth down my neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.

I moan when his teeth graze my collarbone, my fingers threading into his hair, tugging. He rewards me with a low growl before dipping lower, his lips trailing a path between my breasts, down the center of my stomach. His rough palms slide beneath my thighs, spreading me open with a dominance that makes my breath catch.

"Fuck, you're soaked again,” he murmurs, voice thick with appreciation.

A whimper spills from my lips when his mouth finally—finally—descends on me. His tongue is a tease, a slow, agonizing glide that makes my hips buck, chasing more. He grips my thighs tighter, holding me down as he works me open with his mouth, each flick and stroke of his tongue sending pleasure coiling through me. The sensation is overwhelming, pleasure blooming sharp and deep as I teeter on the edge.

“Please,” I beg, breathless. “Don’t stop.”

He chuckles, the vibrations sending a shudder through me. "Never."

Two fingers slide into me, curling just right, pressing against that spot that makes stars explode behind my eyelids. His tongue works my clit mercilessly, his free hand gripping my hip to keep me exactly where he wants me. I can’t do anything but take it—take him—ride the wave of heat tightening low in my belly until it snaps, pleasure flooding through me so fiercely I almost sob his name.

Before I can fully come down, he’s flipping me onto my stomach, hauling my hips up with rough hands. His chest presses against my back, his breath warm and ragged against my ear.“I’m not done with you yet, baby.”

The head of his cock presses against my entrance, slick and thick, teasing just enough to make me whine. Then he sinks in, inch by inch, stretching me so perfectly my fingers dig into the sheets. I gasp, arching back to take more, to take everything he gives me.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groans, voice raw. “So fucking tight.”

He sets a brutal rhythm, his hips slamming into mine, each thrust stealing my breath. The sound of skin against skin fills the room, punctuated by my moans and his curses as he takes me harder, deeper.

My face presses into the cool sheets with every thrust, but I don’t mind at all. I could suffocate this way and I would go willingly.

His fingers dig into my hips, keeping me exactly where he wants me, and the feeling of being completely at his mercy sends me spiraling closer to the edge again.

A hand snakes around my throat, tilting my head back so his lips can brush my ear. “Come for me again. I want to feel you shake.”

A sharp snap of his hips and I break—shattering around him, my body tightening like a vice as pleasure overtakes me. He follows with a guttural moan, burying himself deep as he finds his own release, his grip tightening as we both come undone together.

We collapse in a tangle of limbs, our breaths ragged, sweat-slicked bodies still pressed together.

His arms tighten around me, pulling me close, and I revel in the feeling of being completely wrecked, completely his.

Kai groans, rolling his hips against mine, bare skin sliding against bare skin. “Fuck, you’re gonna kill me.”

I moan, arching up against him, rolling my hips in return. “Then shut up and die happy.”

I walk to the bathroom and pee. The last thing I need after tonight is a UTI, and we’re having a lot of sex. I hear him talking in a muffled voice in the other room.

Probably talking to one of those thirsty bitches from the bar, planning his next hookup.

I return to the bedroom and plop back down on the bed where he lazily pulls me into the crook of his armpit, acting casual.

No need to be jealous, Dylan. You have no claim to this man. This is just one night of crazy fun.

After a long moment, he chuckles against my skin. “Round two—well, technically, round three?”

I laugh, tilting my head to meet his smirking gaze. “What did you have in mind?”

His fingers skim lazily over my thighs, promising more. “Oh, I think you know.”

Kai doesn’t hold back. He wrecks me, and I wreck him right back.

The hotel furniture doesn’t survive. The lamp crashes to the floor. The headboard slams against the wall. Sheets are tangled, twisted, hanging half off the bed.

I’m loud.

And Kai? He eats up every fucking noise I make. “That’s right, baby. Let them fucking hear you.”

Every surface is fair game. Against the wall. On the bed, the sheets twisted beneath us. Against the dresser, my fingers digging into the edge for balance.

Kai pulls me onto his lap, guiding me down onto him, his hands gripping my ass. I gasp, nails digging into his shoulders. “That’s it. Ride me, Trouble.”

I take control. I grind down, rolling my hips, watching his jaw go tight, his eyes locked on mine as my pussy slams down over and over again onto his rock-hard cock, my breasts bouncing wildly.

His fingers dig in deeper, matching my pace, guiding me, slamming me down onto his cock.

“You feel so fucking good,” I moan.

“Mmmhmm, and you’re taking me so deep, fuck?—”

I move faster, my head tipping back, completely lost in it.

Kai watches me, his lips parting, his grip tightening, his body tensing. He groans, a dark, wrecked sound. “Fuck, baby. You’re gonna make me?—”

And then he flips us onto the bed, pinning my wrists down again. “Not yet.”

His voice is gritted, strained, on the edge. “I’m not fucking done with you.”

He slides back into me and drives into me hard, deep, relentless. The bed creaks, shakes, threatens to collapse beneath us.

He swings my legs over his shoulders and I can’t help but stare at his girth as he pounds me with his full length.

I can’t breathe. Can’t think. Every thrust sends me closer to the edge.

Kai unwraps my ankles from around his neck and I rewrap them around his lower back. He grips my chin, forcing me to look at him. “You wanted me to take control, didn’t you?”

I can barely form words. “Yes—fuck, yes?—”

Kai groans, thrusting deeper. “Then take it.”

Another orgasm rips through me, my body arching, shaking, breaking. I cry out his name, not caring who hears.

Kai follows seconds later, his grip on me unrelenting, his mouth buried against my neck as he loses himself completely.

We’re both wrecked. Ruined.

He collapses beside me, dragging a hand through his hair. “Holy shit.”

I laugh, breathless, staring at the ceiling. “Yeah. That was… something.”

The room is a disaster. Sheets lay twisted on the floor. One of the pillows has somehow made its way across the room. The nightstand is tilted sideways.

Kai turns his head toward me, watching me with something unreadable. Then he smirks. “We should do that again.”

I laugh, rolling onto my side. “You say that like there was a chance we were done.”

His smirk returns. “Fuck, Trouble. I’m never gonna get enough of you.”

I stand up and walk in the general direction of the bathroom door. I barely have time to gasp before I’m pressed up against it, his hands already all over me again, his mouth devouring mine with the kind of hunger that feels insatiable.

Kai’s lips crash against mine, still tasting of whiskey and satisfaction, but the hunger hasn’t faded. If anything, it’s worse now—like having me twice already only made him greedy. His fingers dig into my hips, dragging me flush against him, his body already hard, already wanting.

“You still have energy left to run that smart mouth?” he murmurs against my lips, his breath warm, teasing.

I laugh, breathless, my legs wrapping around his waist. “You’re the one who’s still trying to prove something, Pretty Boy. Shouldn’t you be wrecked by now?”

His smirk is sharp, dangerous. “Oh, baby. I don’t get tired of you. Never could.”

That’s all it takes. He spins, carrying me across the room before tossing me onto the mattress again. The second my back hits the sheets, he’s on me with an urgency that makes my pulse spike.

His mouth is on my throat, my breasts, dragging lower, spreading fire in his wake. When his tongue flicks over my clit, I nearly arch off the bed. “Oh, fuck?—”

“Not so mouthy now, are you?” he murmurs, his voice dark amusement against my skin.

I barely manage a glare before he slides two fingers into me again, curling them just right, his tongue working me over with merciless precision. My moans are shameless, desperate. My hands fist in his hair, pulling, pushing, urging him closer. He takes it as encouragement, groaning into me as he doubles his efforts.

It doesn’t take long. The pleasure tightens, spirals, and then I’m shattering, my legs trembling, my cry muffled as I bite my own lip to keep from screaming.

Kai moves up my body, his mouth capturing mine. “You’re gonna take every inch of me,” he murmurs against my lips, positioning himself between my thighs. “And then you’re gonna beg for more.”

I don’t get a chance to respond before he thrusts into me again, filling me to the hilt in one brutal motion. My nails rake down his back, my body arching to take all of him. He groans, burying himself deep, his grip on my hips bruising as he sets a relentless rhythm.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he grits out. “So goddamn tight. You were made for my cock, weren’t you?”

I can’t even argue, can barely think past the pleasure slamming through me. All I can do is meet his thrusts, let him take, take, take until I’m nothing but sensation. He grips my chin, forcing my eyes to his, his expression wild, possessive.

With each thrust, he slams his full length into me. He varies his pace, angling his body so he rubs against my clit with every stroke.

“Say my name,” he demands, his pace quickening.

“Kai,” I gasp, barely able to form the word.

“Louder.”

I cry it out as I come again, my body clenching around him, dragging him over the edge with me. He follows with a guttural groan, his thrusts stuttering as he spills, his weight collapsing over me.

We lay there, breathless, sweat-slicked, completely wrecked.

“Jesus Christ,” I finally manage, voice hoarse. “I think you actually broke me.”

Kai chuckles against my neck, his breath warm. “You’re welcome.”

I swat at his shoulder, making him laugh before he rolls off me, stretching out beside me on the bed. We’re both a mess—hair tousled, skin flushed, our bodies still tangled in cooling sweat.

A knock at the door interrupts the moment.

Kai groans, dragging himself up. “That better be food, or I’m kicking them out.”

I prop myself up on my elbows as he pulls on his jeans, walking to the door. Moments later, he returns with a tray of room service—burgers, fries, and a bottle of whiskey. “I figured we’d need to refuel,” he smirks, setting it on the bed.

Oh, so that’s who he was talking to on the phone.

I feel sheepish for jumping to conclusions earlier.

We eat naked under the covers, flipping through terrible late-night television, mocking reality show contestants and taking shots of whiskey between bites. It’s ridiculous. It’s perfect.

Kai groans, gesturing at the screen while I steal a fry from his plate and dip it in ketchup. “This man just said, ‘I came here to find my best friend,’ and I swear to God, if he says he’s ‘emotionally mature’ next, I’m throwing the remote. Or if they say?—”

“—for the right reasons.” I finish his sentence.

We look at each other and I nearly choke on my whiskey, and we both crack up laughing. “You know the script by heart, huh?”

“I have been personally victimized by this show. Every season. Every time.”

I narrow my eyes. “Wait. Are you telling me you actually watch Love Is Blind ?”

He scoffs. “Excuse me, I don’t watch it. I study it.”

I gasp dramatically. “Oh my god. Are you as obsessed with the gold goblets as I am?”

Kai sits up, eyes wide. “Thank you! Why do they drink everything out of them? Wine? Water? Orange juice? It’s like the producers made a bulk purchase and now refuse to let them use normal cups. I get it’s so they can chop the scenes up without the drink levels going up and down but it’s like wow.”

I point at him with a fry. “And have you noticed how they never fill them up on-screen but people always have a drink? Like, do they have a Goblet Refilling Goblin running around off-screen?”

Kai looks almost reverent. “You’re the only person who’s ever understood me.”

I clutch my chest. “This is the safest I’ve ever felt.”

He throws his head back laughing, then smirks at the TV. “What’s your stance on the whole ‘I knew from the moment I heard their voice’ thing?”

I roll my eyes. “Delusion. Pure delusion. They talk through a wall for three days and suddenly they’re planning their kids’ names?”

He grins. “Right? And don’t even get me started on the guys who propose just because they’re afraid of going home early. They act like it’s a job interview.”

“Exactly! ‘I really connected with you, but I also connected with Rachel and Stephanie, and I just feel like… my heart is telling me… that Rachel is the better fit for my brand.’”

Kai groans. “Ugh, the ones who think they’re influencers already? They’re my Roman Empire.”

I burst out laughing and swipe a fry from his plate. “Okay, tell me something embarrassing.”

He narrows his eyes playfully. “I don’t get embarrassed.”

I smirk. “Bullshit.”

Kai sighs dramatically, then grins. “Fine. When I was fourteen, I had a crush on my math tutor. I wrote her a love letter. It had poetry. Bad poetry.”

I gasp. “Please tell me it included something about ‘the sum of your love completing my equation.’”

His face contorts. “I wish I was that clever. No, it was more like, ‘Your eyes shine like numbers on a calculator screen. And my favorite number is 8008.’”

I shriek with laughter. “Oh my god, stop. That’s iconic.”

“It was a crime. And my mom still has the letter.”

I nearly spit out my drink. “No.”

“Oh, yes. She keeps it in a scrapbook. ”

I cover my mouth, wheezing. “Oh my god. Did your tutor go out on a date with you?” I ask, knowing the answer and feeling the need to torment him anyway.

“No way. I never saw her again after that.” Kai groans and flops back on the pillows. “I regret everything.”

I grin, leaning down to kiss him. “No, you don’t.”

His hands slide up my back, pulling me closer. “No. I really don’t.”

The laughter fades, the whiskey buzz warm and lazy between us. Kai sets his empty glass aside, then turns to me, his gaze darkening. “You ready for another round, Trouble?”

I pretend to think about it, then smirk. “You sure you can keep up?”

And just like that, Love Is Blind and bad poetry are forgotten.

Kai growls, moving fast—rolling me onto my stomach, pinning my wrists above my head. “Oh, I’m gonna wreck you.”

And he does.

This time, it’s slower. Deep, devastating thrusts that leave me gasping, begging. His hand slides down, pressing between my thighs, his fingers stroking as he fucks me senseless. His voice is a low rasp against my ear, filthy words spilling over my skin, unraveling me completely.

“You love this, don’t you?” he taunts. “Being pinned down, used, fucked until you can’t think straight?”

I whimper, pressing back against him. “Yes.”

He grins against my shoulder, his pace quickening. “Then take it.”

I do. I take every deep, punishing thrust, every filthy word, until my body shatters again, pulling him over the edge with me.

When it’s over, we collapse together, tangled and breathless.

“Okay,” I pant, voice wrecked. “Now I think you’ve actually broken me.”

Kai laughs, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. “Good.”