CHAPTER 15
DYLAN
When 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.