Obligation

  “Oh, God,” I moan, holding on to his hair.

  “Not God, Myla,” he growls against my pussy, his teeth and tongue bringing me closer to orgasm.

  “Kai!” I cry out, squeezing my eyes closed.

  “Who’s your husband, Myla?” he growls, burying two fingers inside me.

  “Oh, God.”

  A loud slap sounds in the room as a sting tingles the skin of my thigh. My eyes fly open and I look down at him.

  “Not God. Who’s your husband?”

  “You are.”

  “What’s my name?” he demands.

  “Kai,” I whimper as his fingers move more quickly, curling up to hit my G-spot.

  “Oh yeah.” His mouth latches on to my clit, and I feel my body light up as my orgasm rocks through me.

  My clit pulses in beat with my rapid heart rate. I squeeze my legs together as my thighs begin to shake with the intensity of every feeling coursing through my body. I look down at him as he lifts his mouth away. Then he wipes his chin on the inside of my thigh. I take a trembling breath, and my body relaxes back onto the desk, unable to hold myself up any longer.

  “You okay?” he asks, leaning over me, taking my mouth in a deep kiss before I have a chance to answer.

  “Awesome,” I whisper when he pulls away.

  He helps me sit forward, pulls my shirt off over my head, and then unhooks my bra, tossing them both to the floor. He then chuckles, leaning me back against the desk when he realizes that my body is of no use to me right now. I hear the soft whoosh of material and open my eyes just in time to see his shirt hit the floor. I look back up at him, and his hand lowers to his pants, undoing his belt and button then sliding them down. For the first time, I see how truly beautiful all of him is as his cock springs free then bounces against his lower belly.

  He wraps his hand around his girth and pumps up and down, with his eyes locked on me. “Open up,” he grunts as his hand runs up the back of my calf then up over my knee, pulling my legs apart.

  I spread my legs, and he hooks his arms under my knees, pulling my ass to the edge of the desk. My legs wrap around his hips as my thumb runs over my oversensitive clit, making me jump.

  “Easy, love,” he whispers as I feel the head of his cock sliding over my clit then down, and I feel the crown press in as his head lifts and his eyes lock on mine. He slowly slides inside me. “TU Kai,” he rumbles, sliding out then back in. My thighs wrap tighter around him, and my hips lift off the desk so I can take him deeper.

  “Yes,” I hiss as his hands go under my ass and lift me into each of his thrusts.

  I move my hands up over his abs, feeling the strength under my palms then sliding them farther up over his chest and around his neck. His hands wrap around my waist, holding me in place as his thrusts speed up.

  “I’m going to come again,” I whimper.

  His mouth comes down on mine, his tongue sliding into my mouth. I kiss him back then feel the waves of another orgasm close in, so I turn my head and, without thinking, sink my teeth into his shoulder. He roars as his hips jerk before planting himself deep inside me. I wrap my legs and arms tighter around him, not wanting to lose the connection. Not yet.

  “Are you okay?” I whisper after a moment.

  His head comes away from my neck, and his eyes lock on mine. “I had no idea,” he says after another moment of silence.

  “No idea what?”

  “No idea that, when I married you, I would end up with this.” He presses deeper into me. “I knew when I told you we should try to make this work that I wanted it to, but I didn’t realize how important it was going to become to me. The idea of being without you is almost unbearable.”

  His soft-spoken confession causes warmth to spread deeper, but then I realize what set him off.

  “I forgot all about you being served. I’ve been so caught up with us that I haven’t even thought about anything,” I confess, watching as understanding fills his eyes.

  “They’re ruined now,” he smiles, and I realize that the papers are still under me and covered in us.

  “Ewww.” I frown.

  “We just consummated our marriage on our divorce papers.”

  “That’s very caveman-ish.” I shake my head.

  His smile softens, and his eyes search mine. “How are you feeling?”

  “Happy.” I run my fingers through his hair, and his eyes turn lazy.

  “We need to get just enough clothes on to make it to our bedroom.”

  “Why?” I ask, feeling my eyebrows pull together.

  “Because we’re going to spend the rest of the day in it making up for lost time.” His head dips and he licks up my neck. “I really need to be better acquainted with my wife’s body.”

  “Okay,” I breathe, pressing my thighs tighter around his hips.

  “Hold on, love.” He nips my neck and leans back, watching my face as he slides out. The endearment causes those ribbons of warmth to wrap tighter around me.

  “Oh no.” I close my eyes and cover my face. “No, no, no…” I shake my head. I can’t believe how stupid we were.

  “Myla, what is it?” He pulls my hands away from my face and looks down at me, frowning.

  “We didn’t use protection, and my birth control ran out.”

  “We did use protection.” He smiles before pulling out completely.

  I watch him pull the condom off, tie the end, wrap it in a tissue, and throw it away. I let out a silent, Thank God. This situation between us is complicated enough, and I cannot imagine adding kids as a factor.

  I let out a breath and sit up, watching as he fixes his pants before coming back to me with his shirt. He opens it up, helping me put it on. He leans in, and his fingers go under my chin, tilting my head back and locking his gaze with mine.

  “I would like you to get back on birth control. I almost didn’t remember to use a condom, and I have a feeling it’s going to be difficult to stay prepared.” His hands run up my inner thighs before curling around my waist.

  I think about how amazing it felt having him in me and how much better it would be if we didn’t have anything between us, and my legs tighten.

  “Oh yeah,” he breathes. “I can imagine it too, sliding into you, feeling your hot, wet heat strangling my cock while your nails dig into my back.”

  “Kai,” I whimper at the image then squeak when he lifts me. My arms go around his neck, my legs wrap around his hips, and his hands go to my ass.

  “Hold tight.” He opens the door to his office then quickly walks to his room, taking me into the bathroom. “Let’s get cleaned up, and then I’m going to have a closer look at your tan lines.” He sets me on the vanity.

  “You’re obsessed.” I laugh, remembering all the times he has brought them up before and how strange I thought it was at the time.

  He walks over to the shower then looks at me over his shoulder. “For months, I’ve had to look at them from afar, watch your skin darken, knowing that parts of you would forever be creamy white, and those parts are the best ones. So, yes, I’m fucking obsessed with your tan lines because I know that no one else will ever be able to see them but me.”

  He starts the shower then comes back to me, his hips going between my legs. My breath is still paused from his words, and I let out a harsh exhale as his hand comes up and his fingers run along the underside of my jaw. Then they move down to trace my collarbone and farther down between my breast before undoing the buttons of his shirt to spread it open.

  I look down at myself, seeing what he’s seeing. My breasts are pale, along with my lower stomach and hips. His finger traces the outline where dark meets light before going lower and doing the same along my stomach, making my muscles contract as his fingers run over my skin.

  I take my hand and place it over his, admiring the contrast in our colors. He grunts, pulling me from the counter with his hands under my ass, carrying me into the glass-enclosed shower. As soon as we enter, the spray of warm water engulfs us, causing a moan of
pleasure to leave my mouth.

  “You can’t make those noises right now—not when I don’t have a condom in here and my cock is so close to the heat I can feel coming off your pussy.” He slides me down his body, his cock hard against my belly as my feet touch the floor. “Step back.”

  I do and tilt my head back under the spray, wetting my hair as his fingers work through it. Then I lean my face forward, my gaze colliding with his as he pulls a bottle of shampoo off the shelf. He runs some through my hair before he tilts my head back again, rinsing the suds clean. When I step forward this time, he smears some conditioner in my hair and starts to lean me back again, but I stop him.

  “My turn.” I turn us and step up in front of him, grabbing the bottle of shampoo. I look at him, wondering how I will be able to reach the top of his head.

  He smiles then mutters, “Hop up.”

  I put my hands on his shoulders and hop, wrapping my legs tight around him, the slickness of our bodies making him hold me tighter to him so I don’t slide down. I reach over and grab the bottle I set down moments ago, squirting some in my hand then massaging it through his hair, using my nails to scrape over his scalp.

  “Hell,” he mumbles, closing his eyes.

  I smile and press a quick kiss to his lips, whispering there, “Lean back.”

  He does, and I rinse the soap from his hair then grab the conditioner, following the same steps, only this time, his eyes are locked on mine as my fingers move through his hair, making the moment feel even more intimate.

  When I’m done with his hair, his hands squeeze my ass once, signaling for me to hop down. When my feet hit the ground, he turns me in his arms and grabs a bar of black soap off the shelf. Holding it in his hand, he starts at my arms and slowly moves to my chest. Then he works it down over my stomach and lower to slide between my legs, where he carefully washes me. When he’s done, my body is on fire.

  I take the soap from him and lather my hands up before running them up his chest, over his smooth skin, which is warm and hard to the touch. As my hands travel over his abs, I become fascinated as his muscles twitch under my touch. My eyes travel lower, noticing the bead of pre-cum on the tip of his cock. Without thinking, I lean lower and lick the head, the salty taste of him exploding on the tip of my tongue.

  “TU Kai,” he groans, taking hold of my chin, forcing my face up to his. “Don’t test my willpower right now, makamae. I’m hanging on by a thin thread.”

  The thrill of his words causes my eyes to go half-mast. I love that I can do that to him. I swear I feel my body feeding off the power I have over him, knowing he wants me so badly that he might snap. It causes me to sink to my knees, place my lips over the head of his cock, and swirl my tongue around it once. Then I wrap my hand lower, using my fist and mouth at the same time. My head tilts back as his hand tugs on my hair.

  “I’m going to punish you for this,” he growls, causing my pussy to convulse and a whimper to climb up my throat.

  I take him as deep as I can as he thrusts into my mouth. Without warning, he pulls me up, the sound of me releasing him from my mouth echoing through the glass-enclosed space.

  “I—” I start to tell him that I wasn’t done, but his mouth crashes down on mine and he lifts me up, spreading my legs and impaling me on him. I cry out, my hands go to his shoulders, and my nails dig into his skin as he fucks into me hard and fast, my body gliding easily against his with the wet sheen of soapy water that is coating our skin.

  “Come!” he roars.

  My body takes over, listening to his command, my pussy convulsing as his hips jerk then still.

  His forehead lowers to mine. “Yes, you’re going to be punished. That time, I didn’t use a condom,” he says, but I hear no anger.

  My eyes slowly open, my orgasm still floating through my system, making it hard to focus. His hand comes up, running from my temple down along the underside of my jaw. I lean in towards his touch and sigh when he pulls me away from the wall and back under the water.

  “I’m clean,” I mumble as the haze clears.

  His hold tightens, and my arms slide farther around his shoulders as my ankles lock behind him.

  “Not worried about that.”

  “We will be more careful.”

  He shakes his head, pulling out of me and setting me gently on the floor once again.

  “The first chance I get, I’ll get on birth control.”

  “We have a lot to learn about each other.” His hand cups my cheek. Then he lowers his head, placing a kiss on my lips. “And if the gods are in our favor, a lifetime to do it in.”

  I like that a lot. I like that he wants this thing between us to work. “You’re pretty amazing,” I tell him honestly, feeling the warmth that is always in my stomach engulf me.

  “It means a lot that you believe that.”

  His words catch me off guard, and I search his eyes for understanding. He carries himself with an air of confidence that is almost intimidating. Since I met him, he has seemed so sure of every single thing he has done, even things that have put a strain on our relationship.

  “You don’t believe that?” I question as he begins washing me up again.

  His hands pause, and I can see that he’s really thinking about how to respond. “Like I have told you before, I have never taken anyone else’s opinion into consideration, good, bad, or indifferent. In my business, it’s about how you respond to each and every situation. There has never been a time that I have considered someone’s opinion of me.”

  “What about when you have dated?” I ask even though the thought of him with anyone else makes me feel uncomfortable.

  “You’re the first woman whose opinion of me I’ve cared about. I was never concerned with an assessment of the kind of man I am from the women I have been with before you.”

  “It seems like you’ve closed yourself off from everyone,” I whisper sadly.

  “It comes with the territory. I’m not talking about my family or even some of my men, but with others, you never know who could turn on you. You never know if the man who is laughing, showing you pictures of his children, is poisoning your drink behind your back.”

  His words cause a wave of sadness to crash over me. I can’t imagine living my life in a constant state of worry, having to be on guard at all times. Without even thinking, I wrap my arms around him and burrow my face into his chest.

  “I’m so sorry,” I tell him, and his arms, which have wrapped around me, tighten.

  “It’s not going to be forever, Myla. I have been working to make sure that I will not have years of this left. When my kids come into this world, they will be able to live normal lives, never knowing about the life their father led before them. It’s important for me that you understand that as well. This is not going to be forever. There will come a time when the house is just ours and there are not going to be others around on a constant basis. I hated having guards when I was growing up. It wasn’t a good feeling when I went to speak with my father only to have one of his men stop me. I don’t want that for my children, and I don’t want that for you.”

  “I never thought about that.”

  Since I have been with Kai, there has always been someone around, and I have known since day one what they were here for, but I honestly never really thought about what their roles were in being around, never put much thought into why exactly they were here. And now that he has me thinking of it, I wouldn’t want my kids to grow up with constant guards either.

  I kiss his chest then step back. He turns off the water and opens the shower door. Then I follow him out, and he wraps a towel around me. I watch as he dries himself off and turns his head to look at me.

  “I normally find it annoying that there are people around all the time. But I think I might find them useful tonight,” he mutters.

  “Pardon?”

  “I only have a few condoms, and they can run to the pharmacy.”

  “You wouldn’t,” I gasp.

  He kisses the fro
wn off my face then swoops me up into his arms, making me scream out and clutch his shoulders. “I would.” He smiles, tossing me onto the bed before following me down.

  “You won’t,” I tell him as he spreads my towel open.

  “I will.”

  And he does.

  It’s after midnight, I am starving, we only have one condom left, and I know that, at the rate we were going, we are going to need to stock up. At this point, I am thankful for having people around. That means I get to ride Kai to completion right before Chinese food and condoms are delivered to the door by one of his men.

  Chapter 11

  New Dreams

  I walk out to the water and dive under, needing to forget the last two hours. My mind is reeling over the information Kai has just shared with me. I do not want to be angry with him about keeping yet another piece of information from me, but I feel like I’m repeating myself over and over.

  “Talk to me.”

  “Be honest with me.”

  “Tell me what’s going on and don’t surprise me with stuff.”

  Why is that so hard to understand?! I scream in my head, diving down deeper.

  Kai and I had the perfect morning. He woke me up with his mouth between my legs. I love waking up with Kai, but I love even more the way he wakes me up most mornings—like I’m his breakfast and he’s starving.

  I have learned over the last week that Kai likes me on my hands and knees in front of him, and normally, after he has his fill of me, he flips me onto my stomach and pounds into me until his own orgasm takes him over. But this morning, he didn’t do that. He took me slowly, his face close to mine while he rocked gently into me. I loved it, every moment of it, and when I was looking into his eyes as the waves of my orgasm hit me, I could have sworn I saw love there as he looked down at me.

  When we finally got out of bed and showered, we had a small breakfast out on one of the balconies before heading into his office. I hadn’t had a job and had gotten to the point that I was ready to jump out the window if I didn’t find something to do with my days, so Kai had told me that I could help him out and get him organized. His office was a mess. There were papers and folders everywhere, and he didn’t even seem to have a system.