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

Chapter 21

CHAPTER 21

IN THE DARK — AURORA OLIVAS

? YASMINA ?

N ow that I thought about it, I was ashamed by the amount of times I had allowed Kai Vazalo to violate my body.

Okay, maybe violation was too extreme of a description if I had enjoyed it. He had intruded, bulldozed, and even manipulated his way into my mind. And now, he was living there rent-free.

I loathed him more than ever now that I was back to my senses.

I loathed the fact that I had allowed him anywhere near my body. I loathed him for walking around with so much grace and confidence as though he owned the place. I even loathed the way his lifeless, beautiful eyes stared at me with an uncomfortable intensity whenever he wished to remind me of my sins.

We were back at the Willowcrest Academy and the entire snowboarding team had celebrated us as new captains. We had gotten endless gifts, praises, and many other things that Kai had simply ignored.

His bouquets and gifts had remained outside his door for a very long time, and more often than not, he gave the massive pile of congratulatory gifts a wide berth before entering his room. I knew this because his room was right opposite mine.

Kai was actually so ungrateful, it made me want to give him a piece of my mind. In fact, I wanted to expose him until everyone hated him as much as I did.

But that just wasn’t possible. People still sent him stuff. Stuff that his guard had ended up taking away because the flowers just weren’t flowers anymore.

I walked to the massive, modern lecture room, surprised to notice that Kai hadn’t arrived yet. He was usually there before me, but I took it as an opportunity to walk to his desk area. Our names were engraved in neon on the marble front that was attached to the expensively-built desk.

As expected, it was neat to a T. Everything was colour-coded, organised, and packed in a particular order. As someone who frequently used a black gel pen with no colour whatsoever, I didn’t expect him to have some highlighters and fine liners. They were mostly black, blue, grey and off-white.

Now that I was looking at it, those were the only colours on his desk.

I fumbled for my new case of bright highlighters in my bag and after careful thought, I emptied the tiny container then put everything back in, along with my new yellow, orange, green, and pink highlighters.

I smoothed out my uniform which consisted of a black, button-down shirt, a matching flared, pleated skirt that attempted to cover my thighs, and some thigh-high stockings that I wore with my black Dior pumps.

I had decided against the tie, but wore the oversized blazer with so much pride. Each sector of the academy had its own formal wear for lessons: the science and tech sector frequently wore lab coats and many other things I didn’t understand. The law sector was more on the extreme formal wear, and the business side—my side, was more casual.

Rebellious.

I felt extra pretty with my dark hair slicked back and straightened all the way to my ass. Kai had some sort of sick obsession with my hair, and I had a feeling he’d like it today. I had adorned it with pins and accessories, then applied some natural makeup which contained my mundane usuals, like my face serum, mascara, gloss, and brow gel.

I made my way back to my place then settled, smiling when the lecturer entered. A lot of people began to file in, and it was only minutes after Mrs. Allen started teaching that Kai fucking Vazalo strode into the room as though he had all the time in the world.

He looked drop-dead sexy in his uniform, something I involuntarily reckoned upon feminine instinct. His hair was dishevelled in a special way, his immaculately sculpted face wiped clean of any tangible emotion.

The trousers moulded his long, muscular legs to perfection, his shirt casually untucked, but his tie was in place. Despite putting a twist to the uniform like everyone else, he managed to look like he belonged here.

With the elites.

But there was that small something about his aura and personality that sold him out. He was cold and aggressive with his stares and energy despite the elegant, lithe movements of his powerful body.

The entire class went silent and no one dared to breathe as he nonchalantly settled at his place like nothing even happened. Well, nothing had happened, but that wasn’t the point. The girls were whispering excitedly among themselves as well as a couple of guys, and I rolled my eyes.

If only they knew the ugliness beneath all that celestial beauty?—

Mrs. Allen didn’t bother asking him anything, instead, resuming with her econometrics lecture from where she had left off.

That feeling, the intense feeling of his stare made my skin heat up and prickle instantly. I could feel it.

And he wasn’t amused. The waves were far too aggressive today.

I dared not to turn back, aware that he was surely going to murder me for tampering with the things on his desk. Not that I gave a shit.

For the rest of the lecture, I took notes and focused on what Mrs. Allen was saying. I was productive for the two hours of our lecture.

I was in the process of packing my books and stationery as people basically tumbled out of the class for break. I only realised that it was just Kai and I in the room when it was far too late.

When I was already pinned against my desk with my hands held tightly behind my back.

I giggled mischievously, aware of the intense heat of my rival’s body emanating onto mine. The hard feel of his tightly coiled, indestructibly massive muscles pressed against my back. The feel of his tight grip on my wrists.

“You don’t seem to have learnt your lesson, kücük tavsan ,” he murmured against my ear, his warm breath fanning my cheek as he breathed steadily. Slowly. Calmly.

We were seconds away from disaster.

“Lesson? I don’t understand?—”

“Quit fucking around, you're pushing your luck. Now, care to explain why your highlighters were in my container?” His voice was cold and deliciously deep, like ice wrapped in velvet sin. Dripping. Seeping into my soul and wreaking havoc.

“You're quite ungrateful. Is this the thank you I get for giving you more stationery?” I smirked, gasping when he pulled my head back by the roots of my hair. Holy shit. I hated that it hurt so damn good.

His divinely masculine scent filled my nose: the icy blow of citrus crystals, silky vanilla, rich frankincense, and his natural musk. I could have licked him if it were someone else. In this case, I wanted to bite him until he bled to death.

“You're a bit of a brat, has anyone ever told you that?” his suave, dark voice murmured, way too close for my liking. I could smell the mint and caramel on his breath, warm and provoking. My skin tingled uncomfortably as he gripped my hair harder to make me look at him.

His apathetic heterochromatic eyes were so chilling, I physically resisted a deep shiver. He would most definitely take note of it and prey on me. It was a form of weakness.

Reaction.

I had grown to learn that Kai thrived on instilling fear in people. Perhaps it was a way to keep people far away from him as much as possible. Maybe someone had hurt him beyond repair and he just wasn’t ready to experience the same thing.

Or maybe, he was just a sadist. I'd seen that glint in his eyes too many times to count.

“Let me go, Vazalo,” I gritted out, my attempts to free myself proving to be futile against his lethal body.

“The answer is no.” The satisfaction in his voice made me so sick, I wanted to punch him square in the jaw.

So without thinking, my arms wiggled violently despite the way he effortlessly kept them in place, then swiped my leg strategically underneath him.

The lack of warmth against my body told me he was down, but the moment I turned to witness his epic fall, he had already recovered and was dusting his blazer calmly.

I swung my fist swiftly towards his pretty face and what he did next shocked me.

He let me hit him.

Kai had definitely anticipated the attack with the way his shoulders grew bigger, much like an animalistic instinct, but he didn’t turn his head when I aimed for it.

He simply clenched his jaw after, rubbing twice with his fingers after the hit as though it were nothing, then stared down at me with that unhinged look. The side was staring to form colour and if anything, he got off on being hit.

It wasn’t the first time he was getting turned on by a mere punch. It was a sick masochism of some sort he had going on.

It was darker, malicious, and very primal. I had evidently woken the beast from its slumber.

There was a hunger behind his eyes today, sparkling in the frozen depths of gold and silver. I could feel the erratic pulse of my heart ringing in my ears.

“Hmm, you never cease to amaze me, kücük tavsan .” He looked impressed, but that only flashed for a millisecond before it was disguised and buried beneath the dark shutters.

“And you never cease to annoy me.”

“That’s too bad, because I'm not going anywhere.” He spoke smugly, the low, sexy drawl of his voice igniting my core.

No, no, no.

“I never thought you truly lacked a social life enough to obsess over me, I'm flattered.” I faked a smile, tilting my head despite the prickles that I got from his relentless, predatory stare.

“Don’t be delusional, you're nothing special. I just make remarkable use of resources that are readily available to me.” His lazy perusal of my body indicated what he meant, and it made my cheeks heat up with fury.

“Go fuck yourself, loser,” I retorted, attempting to push past him but of course, the man was built of titanium and barely flinched an inch.

“I'd much rather fuck you, then show you how much of a loser I can be while I fill your pretty pussy with my cum.” I gaped at his unfiltered statement, and the fact that he hardly blinked while saying it made my nipples tighten.

The thought of dripping with a combination of us?—

What was happening to me?

“Over my dead body.” The distaste was so evident in my voice, it only intensified his interest more.

“Hmm, necrophilia. I'm down for that.” I gasped when he swiftly took out his switchblade, his silver eye sparkling with a glint of insanity.

As expected, he had taken my remark literally.

I froze when he brought the sharp, cold blade against my throat, tracing the fluttering pulse then pressing gently. “Just a little more pressure on this spot, and I could be minutes away from fucking your corpse. Just like you want.”

“Your kinks are intriguing. What's next, you'll fuck me in the cemetery?” I snorted and I flinched when a look of what seemed to be consideration flashed in his features.

“Again, if that’s what you want, kücük tavsan . I know you want me balls deep in you, so where we do it doesn’t really matter to me.” He was biting his lip as he threaded his large, calloused hand through my silky, inky strands, keeping the blade against my delicate neck. “This fucking hair of yours, baby. It's loose today, holy shit. Drives me insane.”

The dark tenor dipped in honey and steel made me shiver in arousal, and I was quickly growing slick between my legs. I clamped my thighs discreetly in fear of Kai detecting it, but it was far too late.

He had already turned me back onto the table and was now watching the wetness leak from my pussy. Being the foolish girl I was, I decided not to wear panties. I blushed as he took his time to stare at my pussy, and I didn’t want to think about his expression right now.

“You're such a bad, bad girl, hmm?” Just the feel of his powerful body and the caress of his deep, slow voice made me want to crumble, but I shakily inhaled, refusing to fall before the enemy.

“Perhaps. Looks like you memorised my smell so well to detect it so fast,” I taunted, lifting my ass higher towards him.

Silence.

His grip on my hands tightened immediately, giving me a small glimpse of the sheer strength he concealed in those magnificent muscles. My head was pinned to the desk.

“In case you didn’t notice, you're quite obvious. It's pathetic.” His hand moved from my hair to my neck, his thumb soothing and his palm squeezing.

“That makes two of us, because you keep coming back for more.” I stood my ground, spreading my legs slightly and if I wasn’t so quiet, I wouldn’t have heard his breath hitch slightly.

“I don’t know which urge is stronger. The urge to fuck the life out of you, or the urge to ruin you until you're nothing but dust.” The venom in his tone squeezed my breath, but that didn’t faze me. He had officially met his match.

He was silent for a while, moving his hand to the back of my thigh. He was thinking. His hand was flexing. “Or I could do both. Eat you out right here then fuck you with the possibility of people entering or watching. They will take pictures and videos, they will watch you fall apart over my cock, they will never look at you the same. Your reputation will fade along with your orgasm.”

A whimper escaped my lips when I felt his tongue swipe over my sensitivity, sucking my pussy sensually until my legs were quivering. I bit my lip, refusing to fall before the enemy. He was so good at this, I hated it. He didn’t shy away from tracing the expanse of my slit.

“Fucking delicious, I'm tempted to make your life a living hell.” I gasped, holding back a moan when I felt him give me a slow, open-mouthed kiss against my sensitivity.

Something was so sexy about this.

I didn’t like that at all.

“They won't see you as a World Champion or a straight A student. Instead, they’ll see you as my dirty little whore.” And with that, he moved away from me, the sound of his shoes against the marble flooring indicating that he was retreating.

“The next time you touch me, I won't be so generous to punch you,” I spoke without looking at him. I knew he heard me, but chose not to react.

“If you really don’t want me to fuck your corpse, stay away from my desk.” He was gone after that statement, and I smiled to myself as I realised he had taken the highlighters out and colour coded them on someone else’s desk.

Yep, I'm definitely going to tamper with his desk again.