“Siren…” he whispered again, this time letting the anger and frustration drain out of his body language. Not totally, but it was a whole mood shift nonetheless. I unzipped his soaking jeans and tugged at them. “We need to clear the air.”
I wet my lips, my hand sliding inside his boxers and clasping his hard, throbbing cock. “So? Clear it. Just take your pants off first.”
His expression seemed torn, but he quickly made up his mind when I flicked the tip of his dick with my thumb teasingly.
With a muttered curse, he kicked off his boots and jeans, then peeled off his boxers all without even leaving the shower. He seemed to give zero fucks that they were left in the corner with water still beating down on them.
“Happy?” he quipped, returning his hands to the wall either side of me, and I smirked.
“Ecstatic.” I grasped his erection in my hand once more and gave it a long, deliberate stroke. I still hadn’t made up my mind whether he or Leon was bigger. It was too close to call without seeing them together, and that was never going to happen. Much to my disappointment.
Kai clenched his jaw, then grasped my chin in his fingers, lifting my gaze back to his eyes. “Siren, quit playing with my dick and listen to what I have to say.”
A laugh bubbled up in me. Something about Kai not running scared had me in a playful mood. Okay, that and having just tortured and killed a guy… it always got my blood pumping.
“Can’t I do both?” I stroked him with a firmer grip, and he leaned into my hand.
But then he gave a frustrated sound and grabbed my waist, flipping me around to face the wall. He grabbed my hands and pinned them with his own against the tiles.
His hold wasn’t tight, it wasn’t keeping me there. But it was commanding enough that I let him do it. Especially when he nuzzled his face into my wet hair sticking to my neck.
“Danny,” he whispered against my ear. It sent a shiver right through me, because he very rarely used my name. Almost like it hurt him to call me Danny, when he’d thought my name was Danielle for so long. “I got the message, okay? I understood what you were trying to do.”
I frowned at the wall. “Torturing that guy? I wanted to know who the fuck put such an insulting hit on me, that’s all.”
He gave a soft laugh, and it warmed me. Why was I so infatuated with this man? His whole caveman, protector bullshit was exactly what I usually hated in men, because it implied that I couldn’t protect myself. That I was somehow incapable. Yet Kai didn’t make me feel like that, he just made me feel… oh shit.
Swallowing the lump of panic that just bubbled up in my throat, I pushed my ass back against him, attempting to distract us both from how heavy the conversation was about to get.
Kai wasn’t fooled, though. He just ground his hard dick against my ass and bit the exposed flesh of my shoulder softly. “Danny DeLuna. You wanted to show me the real you. You wanted me to understand how different you are from the woman I fell in love with.”
Oh shit.
“But what you don’t seem to understand is that you’re not different. I didn’t fall for the fragile dove that sobbed and begged for her life. I fell for the feisty survivor who literally laughed in the face of extended torture.”
Oops, he saw that? I wasn’t being as careful as I thought I was.
“I thought I’d imagined it,” he continued, kissing my shoulder with reverence. “But then when you swam away like the fucking siren you are, I knew. I knew I was right. You’d been laughing… and I couldn’t get it out of my head. How strong you are. How confident and utterly fucking talented. That hard as granite look in your eye when I chased you to the bridge, and the way you so blatantly lied to my face about how little you cared for me. That’s the woman I love. All you proved tonight was how incredible you are, Danny DeLuna. My Siren. All you achieved was to make me fall harder than I ever thought possible.”
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.”