Kai Villalvazo’s Nemesis (The Kalon Tetralogy #1)

Chapter 20

CHAPTER 20

LIGHT-HEADED — KINA FT. C?ZYB?Y (SLOWED)

?? KAI ??

I patiently waited for my little bunny to emerge from the bathroom, and I was starting to think she was hiding from me. Again.

Nonetheless, if she was hiding, then we would do this all night. I was not going anywhere tonight.

I sat on the edge of my bed, clasping my hands together as I listened to the clock tick slowly. Seconds passed and she still wasn’t out, and a slow smile crept up onto my lips as I realised why.

She was nervous. Intimidated.

Scared.

Indeed, she should be scared. I had the capacity devour her whole within a minute and I would if she ever pressed the right buttons.

I crossed my long legs patiently, keeping still so that she would assume I was gone. And that clearly worked because soon, the bathroom door creaked open, allowing the fluorescent light to seep into the darkness of the bedroom.

Her head popped out to adjust to the darkness, and she visibly flinched when she noticed my shadow lingering in the darkness. This was way too fun.

“I won’t bite you, kücük tavsan , unless you provoke me.” I smirked, even though she couldn’t see me clearly.

Her hand instinctively moved up to the scar on her neck that was strategically coated in concealer, but still stuck out like a sore thumb.

Yes, baby, everyone needs to know that you belong to your rival.

“I don’t like you, Vazalo. Get your head out of your ass,” she retorted while emerging from the bathroom, her dress a bit higher than before.

My cock twitched when I took note of her bare thighs. They were soft and toned, the feminine ligaments contracting seductively. I had to fight my eyes back up to her. And fight my mind from wondering what was beneath that dress.

“Only if you let me put it between yours.” I winked and she faked a gag.

“Do you ever shut up?” She glared at me, staying a few inches away from me.

“I’ll give it a thought if you get on your knees and suck my cock.” I tilted my head, leaning back on my arms so I could part my legs slightly.

“In your dreams.” Yasmina’s nose scrunched up, rising to that snobby angle that I greatly despised.

“You don’t want to know the things I do to you in my dreams.” I got up in one, swift motion that made her instinctively stumble back.

“You’re insane,” she breathed when I closed the space between us, her hatred mixed with desire rolling off her body in waves.

“So you keep mentioning,” I murmured, looking down at her so intensely, she shivered as she matched my gaze.

This girl had some serious guts. No one ever looked me square in the eyes like this.

“You need help, Vazalo.” Yasmina inched back, but she hit the wall instead. It slowly dawned on her that she was trapped in my room, with me.

“Maybe you can help me,” I suggested in a dark tone, and the widening of her eyes told me that she knew.

She knew that she had no way out.

“I don’t want to.” She didn’t think twice before the words left her mouth, and I simply chuckled at her declaration.

“You seem to forget who you’re indebted to,” I whispered, tracing a finger down her smooth, contoured cheek. I always found myself marvelling at her beauty involuntarily. She winced at my touch, repelling from me like a magnet.

“I know, but that doesn’t mean taking advantage of me, psycho.” She tried to push my chest, but I hardly flinched in response. In fact, her resistance was the actual invitation.

“I see. Let’s strike a deal,” I said mindlessly, but nothing was mindless about the way I traced the curves of her body with my eyes like a starved man.

“I don’t like where this is going.” She folded her arms and the corner of my lips tugged up in amusement.

“I’ll consider your feelings when I finally have fucks to give.” I shrugged, my stare apathetic and aloof.

She didn’t respond, but I went ahead with my statement, anyway. I loved it whenever she was feisty, it truly turned me on.

“I’m going to touch your pussy, and if you are not wet, I will let you go for tonight, or more, if I’m in a good mood. But if you are dripping wet, I’m going to show you how much of a psycho I truly am, kücük tavsan .”

Yasmina looked calm as I said it, and for the first time, I was genuinely surprised by her reaction. I didn’t show it, though. Never appear weak before the enemy, they said.

“Where do you want me so you can find out? Against the wall like this…or your bed?” she purred, peering up at me through her thick lashes.

God, she looked so fucking irresistible. I wanted to hate her, but her body was fucking fire. Everything about her screamed perfection and it made me want to rip my battered heart out and hand it to her.

“If you don’t want to end up choking on your knees, then I suggest you shut up,” I murmured against her lips, pushing my powerful body against hers and earning a gasp from her.

Yes. She definitely wasn’t expecting it.

My hand ventured up her thigh and I knew she was dripping before I even got to her warm core. I could smell her sweetness. I could even taste it on the tip of my tongue.

Having your rival soaking wet just for you. Paradise.

Yasmina shivered when two of my knuckles pressed into her slit. This girl was going to drive me insane if I wasn’t cautious.

But being cautious wouldn’t make much of a difference if I was already insane.

“Looks like we’re doing things my way once again.” I smirked, dipping two fingers into her before bringing them up to her lips. Her bottom lip glistened when I dragged my fingers across it, my eyes full of interest and wild enthusiasm.

The prospect of damaging her beyond redemption was too sweet of a task to forgo, hence why I voluntarily sunk to my knees.

“Do I ever have a choice?” She sighed, staring down at me with the hypnotising, Medusa-like eyes. Her gaze was enough to destroy all my self-preservation and self-control, but she didn’t have to know that.

“I gave you an ultimatum. That was a stretch, kücük tavsan .” I pushed her dress up to reveal her thong. Holy shit.

Yasmina wasn’t just gorgeous, but she was incredibly sexy. Her beauty had the power to scorch any sane man, and the ability to destroy anyone who dared to bask in its realm.

Thank goodness I wasn’t sane. Neither was I anyone.

I was Kai—her nemesis and her worst nightmare.

“Wow, you’re awfully generous,” she said sarcastically.

“Hmm, don’t get used to it.” I tugged the material aside to see her quivering, drenched, pink pussy. Cleanly shaven. Tight and pulsing with need.

She smelled absolutely divine, feminine, and like she belonged to me. I didn’t hesitate to lean forward, bow my head and inhale her the way one would inhale the smell of earth after the rains.

Yasmina half-gasped and half-moaned when I suddenly fused my mouth with her femininity, too impatient to ease her in with some pleasantries.

Holy fuck, sucking the honey from her was far more rewarding than extracting it with my fingers.

Her legs spread wider as I held them by the backs of her thighs, opening her fully to me. She made that sexy sound again and I could feel my precum leaking as I devoured her unapologetically.

Damn, she tasted so fucking unique, nothing like I’d ever tasted in my twenty-three years of living.

My tongue swirled with an urgent sensuality, my teeth grazing and my saliva seeping into her. All the while, I kept my eyes on her, disarming her completely and hypnotising her to the point where she was clenching harder and faster.

The scene made my skin burn, watching her writhe above me made me lose my mind temporarily, and her back arched off the wall when my mouth enclosed her pussy repetitively, the slow suction of my tongue teasing her clit echoing in the room.

Yasmina moaned, sighing in utter pleasure when I began to bite. Bet none of those motherfuckers had ever gone down on her like this; it was probably a new sensation to her.

I was taking things way too far, but I couldn’t stop. She was addictive to the point where I wasn’t just holding her thighs with my hands, but my muscular arms were now wrapped around them to draw her closer.

I couldn’t taste her enough, eat her enough, ruin her enough for any other man?—

I buried my entire face in her pussy, revelling in her scent and taste to a point where I groaned deeply. Breathing wasn’t as rewarding as the sensation I got from devouring Yasmina’s pussy. Hence, I let her fist my dark hair to keep me buried between her legs until it hurt, but that fucking turned me on, too.

Of course, our dynamic was aggressive. Something I noticed the first time I met Yasmina and shook her hand. She was partially inebriated now, but that didn’t concern me. She would regret this tomorrow, but I didn’t care about her enough to worry about her feelings afterwards.

My nails dug into her skin harshly as I dipped my tongue into her sweet hole, sucking harder until she was quivering in inexplicable pleasure infused with pain. I could feel her walls pulsing and fluttering desperately against my tongue.

It felt good to have her at my mercy.

“Yasmina? Are you in there?” a voice interrupted and she froze instantly, staring down at me with her dilated eyes in horror.

It was fucking Ethan.

“We have to stop,” she whispered, clamping my head with her thighs to stop me from licking her.

But that could never stop me, so I dragged my bottom lip up her slit and watched as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Another knock echoed through the room and I smirked.

“I suggest you keep your mouth shut if you don’t want him to know what I’m doing to you, ‘cause I don’t mind.” I shrugged, her thighs lifting upon the action.

Yasmina trapped her bottom lip between her teeth when I harshly bit her inner thigh, a metallic taste simmering against my taste buds when I did so. She knew I wasn’t interested in being gentle and loving.

What she clearly saw in me was exactly what she’d get.

I licked the bite mark then returned to her pussy, using my thumb to open her further to me. I sucked once again, making strong, swift patterns with my tongue until her breathing was very uneven.

Ethan was calling her behind the door, but she could hardly focus on that as her body gyrated against my mouth, riding my tongue real fucking good.

Oh, she was such a bad girl.

I slipped two fingers into her tight cunt while I played with her swollen little clit, writhing deep and slow until her head tilted back in agony.

She was struggling to remain quiet and I wasn’t making things easy for her.

His footsteps finally retreated and that’s when she sighed out loud, pushing my face more against her pretty pussy. The heat was so inviting, but I gave her one last lingering lick before letting her go.

Yasmina gave me a strong glare, realising that not letting her come was my form of payback for tampering with my laptop.

She was smart, I’ll give her that. But I was smarter and eight steps ahead. Her virus only affected the files on the outside, but not those on the inside.

Besides, I had everything backed up in eight different locations with eight different pass codes. So her little mission was nullified, but I still wanted to get back at her for fun.

I licked my lips then gave her a wink in the process. “Your friend is looking for you, might get suspicious of why you’re still in here.”

And with that, she pulled her dress down and left, but not before giving me a strong glare full of raw hatred.

Don’t worry, baby, we’re only getting started here.

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I woke up to the feel of something warm and soft against my cheek, and I froze when I registered the icy, citrus scent. The same scent that clouded my judgement and gave me goosebumps.

My eyes fluttered open and I gasped when Kai pulled away and towered over me, looking very much like the god of death and destruction. And my cheek felt wet, which meant he had been…licking me.

What the?—

I clutched the sheets in surprise and he smirked at my reaction. “Get up. Let’s have a match, it's our last day here.”

I turned to face the clock and gaped when I read 3:15 a.m.

“Are you insane? Have you lost your actual mind?”

“Maybe. I put some warm water in the tub, come on.” He moved forward and pushed the door open. I got out of bed, yawning and stretching my body.

I met his intense gaze on me that was suddenly blazing hotter than usual, and it's only then that I realised how high my nightie had rode up to reveal my thighs.

“Oops, my bad.” I smirked, getting up and walking towards the door. I paused and attempted to close the door, which he calmly held with one hand. “You’re not coming in.”

“You don’t get to decide that, princess.” I glared harshly at him, pushing his chest aggressively, but he didn’t flinch an inch. I couldn’t let him see my body, I didn’t trust him enough for that.

“I don’t want you in there, Kai. I fucking mean it.” I stood my ground, folding my arms. “If you won't let me bath in private, fuck out of here with your snowboarding bullshit.”

His stare was murderous, but I didn’t give half a shit. I took his switchblade from his pocket and flipped it open, before tiptoeing to press it against his strong neck. “Post my sex tape, I fucking dare you to ruin me. That’s the only power you'll ever have over me and once it's done, you'll have no balls. No way of pushing me.”

I removed the switchblade when a drop of blood trickled from the small cut. I tiptoed to lick the sanguine liquid, teasing him with a couple of neck kisses then folded it back in with a smile. His breath hitched and now his eyes were darker than usual. “That’s what I fucking thought.”

I slammed the bathroom door shut after tossing the switchblade at him, smiling even wider when I saw the bubbles in the tub. Cute. He knew my usual body wash and it was probably due to the fact that he constantly inhaled me.

After stripping my nightwear, I slipped into the tub and inhaled slowly. The water’s temperature was just right and I felt so relaxed. I took my time washing every part of my body, wondering what Kai was up to in my room.

Today, I showed him that I really was my father’s daughter. But something told me he was going to get his revenge.

After rinsing off my body, I stepped out of the tub and dried myself off. I cleaned the tub off and brushed my teeth, then wrapped a towel around my body before getting out.

Kai was casually sitting on my bed, flipping through the novel I left on my nightstand. I shook my head in defeat, refusing to feel embarrassed by the fact that he knew my books had sex in them. A lot of sex.

“You highlighted the somnophilia scene.” His voice was very low, I almost missed it on my way to the closet. I paused, turning to face him.

“Huh?”

“Somnophilia, baby. You love that shit, don’t you?” He swiftly got up and moved towards me with the grace of a panther. I ignored the way his heterochromatic eyes intimidated me and the way a wet heat augmented between my legs.

“I don’t know what you're talking about.”

I knew exactly what he's talking about. I never told anyone about the sick, dark fantasies I have of being tied up while being taken against my will. Of being taken unconscious, unable to do anything but enjoy the pleasure of being trapped by my lover. A lover who desired me so much that he wouldn’t have any physical restraint on his actions.

It had been my dirty, dark secret until Kai violated me by barging into my personal space.

I was so sick in the head, so fucking demented, but I couldn’t help it. I clenched my thighs when Kai gazed down at me with so much curiosity and dark desire, probably having some ferocious thoughts in his head.

“Hmm. We both know you want that pretty pussy fucked while you're lifeless. Disconnected. Unaware.” He whispers, leaning so close that his manly fragrance engulfed me. I could hardly respond because it was true.

I gasped when Kai’s massive hand gripped my waist, but dissolved after a few moments when he got back to his senses. He exhaled against a sweet spot on my neck, his lips lightly caressing my burning skin. “Get dressed, five minutes.”

And just like that, he doused out any heated emotions in me and I turned my nose up, knowing damn well he hated it. I walked to my closet and shut the door before he acted on his psychotic thoughts.

I got dressed at my own pace, pushing his limits unapologetically as I slicked my hair back and wore my final, insulated jacket.

When I got out, he was waiting by my door with my board in hand, and I took it from him before walking out.

My heart raced as we took the elevator down to the slopes area. I shivered when I stepped into the snowy atmosphere. It was dark with a few floodlights illuminating the trails.

This side was dangerous due to the deep powder, but that didn’t faze me. Okay, I was lying, but how bad would it be? I had been snowboarding for more than ten years now and I wouldn’t fold under pressure. Especially if it was from Kai.

We both secured our bindings, and I wore my helmet when Kai put his shield down. It was a bit frightening; the way his entire face was disguised and the titanic expanse of his muscular body.

The screen did a countdown when we got to the starting line. It was deathly silent and the moment it reflected go, the powder hazed the atmosphere as soon as we took off.

This time, Kai was leading as I carefully manoeuvred the trail. I had just woken up, so I put the blame on that. I jealously admired the ease in which he cruised over the snow, flipping and making some effortless jumps on the obstacles. He was shredding so well.

Now that I was focusing on that, I realised just how much Kai was a threat to my World Championship dream. The thought of him winning the Championship and potentially getting the trophy while I didn’t increased my adrenaline and I found myself overtaking him, performing a switch then gliding down the piste.

I had so much determination and fury that I tucked my posture and sped down the slope. I did a three-sixty as I flew off the ramp, stabilising my posture and remembering that Kai was hot on my trail.

The freezing wind blew harder, and even though I was insulated, I still shivered from both the cold and fear. I could smell Kai nearby and I could hear his board crunching against the snow. He was much swifter, but I was equally fast.

We were so close to the obstacle similar to the one that failed me at the Championships, and my heart raced as the trauma flooded my mind. I was having some terrible flashbacks.

I wanted out. I wanted out. I wanted fucking out.

I quivered when he came up beside me, looking very ominous and imperceptible. He must have sensed I was about to leave because he slid closer to me and I visibly panicked because he was closing in on me. I was on the lip of the edge, and if he came any closer, I'd definitely fall.

He knew. He knew this had been my downfall. And what better way to challenge his nemesis than by putting her before her demons?

I made a few speed checks in an attempt slow down and avoid his direct attack, but he was just too quick and agile.

I was about to dodge him, but he got me. I skidded and I screamed as I prepared to fall the way I did during the Championships. I sobbed and shook, waiting for the impact that never came.

Kai was holding my arm, and I was hyperventilating so much that everything went dark as I tried to gasp for air.

People were laughing, they were jeering. I was stuck in the snow and no one was going to help me. Hypothermia was creeping in and I was never going to be a Champion. Everyone hated me. My family was disappointed, and my friends didn’t want me.

I couldn’t do it, and I finally let myself drown in the tormenting nightmare before I lost consciousness.

I felt a warmth flood my empty body and I internally sighed. I was experiencing some type of euphoria that I couldn’t decipher yet.

The heat coiled and the tightness in my chest began to fade. Waking up after a panic attack was always the worst for me, but it was so different right now.

Another wave of intense ecstasy racked through me and that’s when it clicked. It was some sort of a sexual imagination that felt so real. Oh gosh.

And the funny thing was that I could smell Kai as though he was actually there. I was too far gone to feel upset that he was the guy I kept dreaming about in my nightmarish fantasies.

I lifted my hips against the mouth I was envisioning, and I gasped out loud when the sensation felt a little too real. I tried to reach my hand for some sort of assurance that it wasn’t a dream, I finally felt the bite of the restraints. I was tied up for some reason, and that’s when the panic settled in.

“Relax, I'm just having my starter.” A velvet tenor met my ears, and it was so familiar that I tried to kick but my legs were restrained, too. Holy…fuck.

“Hm—”

“Shh, baby. I'm just having a taste. I'm too addicted to stop,” he murmured in the sexiest voice I'd ever heard from him. He kissed me there and I quivered in delight, struggling to open my eyes. I was in a sleep paralysis of some sort.

“Fuck, you're soaking wet. Figured you really were a bad girl.” He sucked and the pressure of a moan or scream built up in my throat. “Don’t worry, I love devouring you unconscious.”

He slapped my pussy but I was too frozen to react, the waves of pleasure intensifying within me. I was on a different cloud nine as he bit me and swirled his tongue sensually to the point where it became physically unbearable.

And the next moment, I tilted my head and realised we were on a cliff. But it was no longer Kai in the dream, but an unfamiliar man pushing me over. I kicked and fought to no avail, and as I suddenly fell off the edge, I screamed for help.

But everything soon faded when I felt someone shaking me and I could faintly hear my name.

“Wake up.” With a final shake, I finally regained consciousness and the embarrassment flooded my mind. It was all a dream, a dream that felt real. And Kai was trying to wake me up probably because of the scream.

“The cliff, the Championships—” I whispered in a panicky voice, but he massaged my shoulders.

“Shh. What do you remember, kücük tavsan ? From the Championships?” His voice was so soothing, but I was already tensing up in response to his question.

“Hm-mm?—”

“Breathe, princess. Deep breath, okay? Visualise and go back to that day.” Kai spoke softly and my heart rate picked up as the memories came rushing back.

I felt the pressure of a body slamming into me on the edge. Oh my, I’d never thought of that day this deeply. How is it possible that the sensation is coming back to me like this?

“S-Someone, hm?—”

“Take a deep breath. Inhale, slowly.” I followed Kai’s orders and I was finally able to open my eyes. The relief flooded me when I saw his heterochromatic eyes before me, concerned and curious at the same time. They were dark, but a little life flickered behind them.

“Now, tell me. Someone what?” Kai spoke slowly, levelling me with a sharp stare.

“Someone pushed me. I didn’t, oh my word, I didn’t fall on my own. I felt it, I swear?—”

“I believe you, princess. Now let’s breathe again. Yes, that’s it. I'll get you some water and aspirin,” he murmured, his hand firm on my shoulder. That was the only physical assurance he could offer and I appreciated that.

Everything was coming back slowly as I exhaled. The memory was so fragmented and I had forced myself to forget it, but Kai was unravelling it all and digging out the skeletons. The more I thought about it now, something I hadn’t been doing before, the more I realised that I went through a lot more than I can remember that day.

Being on the edge of death again definitely helped me remember something integral. And as I watched Kai’s back muscles ripple when he walked to his desk, I was suddenly curious.

What else happened that day?