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“Isn’t that your favorite thing about me?”
His fingers curl just right, brushing against a deep, soft spot far inside. I clench around them as his tongue continues its dominant exploration.
He presses lower again, deeper, then right inside, exploring places I’ve told myself I shouldn't love, butdo; pulling sounds out of me I’ve never made for anyone else.
Ever.
“Come on, Bambi,” he pants. “Be pissed.Bemean.Ride my fucking face like you want to forget them.”
I hesitate.
My hips falter mid-roll, and I pause -
Because for a split second, panic licks up my spine like cold water.
Oh my god - what if I crush him?
He's down there like a human sacrifice and I’m hovering above him with thighs that haven’t stopped trembling since Theo brought me soup. One bad angle and this man is going out with his nose in my vagina. I’m going to end his life with pelvic vengeance and a flash of regret.
“Kai, I -” My voice cracks. “I don’t want to... I mean... what if I - what if it’s too much?”
He huffs out something that sounds dangerously close to a laugh -
And then grabs my ass like it owes him money.
“You think I got on my knees for half of you?” he growls. “No, ma’am. You better smother me.”
“Kai -”
“Bambi.Sit. I want the whole fucking storm.”
And something inside me - something feral, something furious - snaps.
I grind down on his mouth hard, my hips rolling like I’m out of patience and fucks to give. Like I’m trying to erase every other alpha from my memory with the force of my thighs and his extremely willing face.
“Fuck,” I hiss, dragging my fingers deeper into his hair. “You want a mess? I’llgiveyou one.”
“That’s it,” Kai groans, tongue flicking over my clit with reckless, devastating precision. “You want to be a brat? Be afucking nightmare.Give me everything they couldn’t handle.”
I moan loudly, head tipping back as I ride his mouth like I’ve got a point to make and no notes to deliver.
“I don’t need Lucian’s rules,” I pant. “Don’t need Theo’s sweetness. Don’t need Ash watching me like I’m breakable.”
Kai’s hands grip my ass like a lifeline.
“Damn right you don’t, baby. Use me. Ruin me. Ride it out.”
“Ohh mygod-”
I grab his hair harder and grind - deliberate, rough, angry.
And the thing about Kai?
He doesn’t. Stop. Talking.
Not even with his tongue buried in me like it’s his calling.
“You’re gonna fuck the air out of me,” he declares. “Come on, baby. Wreck me. Show them who you are when you’renotbeing handled. Show them what happens when you stop pretending to be polite.”
