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

Chapter 31

CHAPTER 31

FOUR KILOS — KID PHANTOMM FT. MAZ B ? ONE OF THE GIRLS — JENNIE FT. THE WEEKND ? AGAVE NIGHTS — SATICA

? YASMINA ?

I nsomnia kept me up late at night as I stared out of my window. It was only eleven in the evening and I could hardly fall asleep.

My friends, including Yelena, had gone to some club downtown while I stayed behind with a few others. Including Kai, because he was quite the sociopath.

Perhaps I could go and look for him; he might be just as lonely.

I took the little crossword book that I had picked up in the store earlier that day, then got out of my room and went upstairs to his. I gazed at the yard through the glass window, taking note of just how dark the night sky looked.

Kayden was also home because his monstrously huge bike was neatly parked between a Maserati and a Mercedes. He never socialised, so it didn’t faze me.

I walked further down the hall once I had fully ascended the stairs then stopped before Kai’s door. I contemplated knocking, but feared that he would not let me in. So without thinking, I simply twisted the doorknob and slowly opened his door.

I peeked into his room, noticing that he was nowhere in sight. Being the daring person I was, I simply let myself in and quietly closed the door behind me.

As expected, his room was spotless and perfectly clean.

Eight candles were aligned into a pattern I assumed was an infinity one, his sheets and pillowcases were steamed scrupulously with no creases on the bed, and his bookshelf was arranged according to the alphabetical order of the authors, the volume numbers and the colours. They were in groups of eight.

Yep, he was definitely bored. He never really went this far unless he had so much time on his hands.

He had barely any personal things on display, or even in the drawers. His closet consisted of dark clothing only, but that didn’t surprise me. If he wore any other colour, I'd be genuinely concerned.

And I was so jealous of his view of the beautiful city from the floor-to-ceiling window. It was absolutely majestic with the faint gleaming lights and neatly arrayed mansions.

I adjusted my shorts slightly, tugging on my long-sleeved pyjama and wondering if he was even in his room. He could be anywhere in this massive house.

The light in the bathroom was on, so I decided to check if there were any signs of life. And I resisted a gasp when I found him standing before the large, circular mirror, his face blank as usual.

But I wasn’t interested in his face. What had captured me the most was his back. His uncovered back that was slowly tensing up as he took note of me.

His muscles locked one by one, and I watched in fascination as the ligaments moved into position. A position where he could defend himself from me if I got too close.

I fought a reaction as I analysed just how scarred his back was. Half of it had swirly skin, as though someone had purposely put a flame against his back and burnt him. Multiple cuts and huge slashes lined his skin, it almost resembled some kind of sick artwork.

I couldn’t even ignore the branding just below his neck. An infinity symbol.

They had branded him with hot metal like a fucking animal and my heart squeezed in pain. I didn’t want to flinch, or else that would put him in his final defence mode and he would most definitely snuff me out.

Kai was still tense and focused on me, specifically my reactions. I had clearly intruded and invaded his space when he least expected it, and now I knew why he covered his body.

He had been damaged and violated beyond normal measures, and he didn’t want to attract any attention to his scars.

His insecurities.

His eyes were much darker and colder, the gold one paling in comparison to the silver one. His body language told me he didn’t trust me, and worst of all, he feared my judgement. He perceived himself as unusual, as an outcast who couldn’t be accepted back into society. He had his guard down, something that hardly happened in people’s sight.

I slowly moved forward, and his eyes never left mine through the mirror. If anything, I'd never seen him so…scared. So vulnerable.

I came up behind him, his physique towering over me. He was a massive man and my head was only level with the middle of his back. He looked to have been sculpted and carved by the gods of strength, virility, and masculine beauty.

I paused for a little while, giving him time to acknowledge the fact that I was really in here and that his scars were exposed to me. The fact that I was seeing him shirtless with nothing but black sweatpants that showed off his deliciously defined V-cut. His body was fucking crazy, there was no way a normal person was sculpted like the god of sex.

“I'm never going to judge you, Kai.” Saying his name made something flash behind his eyes, but as usual, it was gone before I could decipher it.

“Why are you here?” His voice was so dark and detached, the pending doom protruded in the way he spoke.

“I came to do a crossword with you, and well, I didn’t think you were?—”

“About to shower? Yeah, because we have separate rooms,” he deadpanned, clearly showing me that he was indeed, not happy.

I cautiously moved even closer to him, his clean, icy scent intriguing my senses and the danger radiating off him in strong waves.

“You don’t have to hide from me.” I shifted my weight to one hip, and I sighed deeply when his face remained impassive and aloof. He had quite an impressive poker face, to be honest.

I moved to stand in front of him, tilting my head high to meet his gaze and inspect the rest of his body. He knew that was the motive but he chose to remain still, attempting to calculate my next move or reaction.

“Who did this to you?” I whispered, my eyes tracing smaller and less severe slashes on his torso. There was one on his shoulder that looked very recent.

“What's it to you? What will you do anyway?” His eyes locked tightly onto mine as he asked, and despite his intimidating voice, physique and demeanour, I was going to stand my ground.

“I will help you redeem yourself and show you just how strong you are. Your scars are not a sign of weakness.” I could feel so much anger within me for what they put him through.

Kai’s face visibly softened, but by a small smidge. A smidge that meant he was slowly cracking and allowing himself to finally feel something.

He smirked, taking his time to eat me up with his eyes, tracing every inch of me slowly.

“Can I?” I lifted my hand and he instantly flinched away. This was clearly such a big step for him; showing his insecurities to someone wasn’t easy at all. I sighed softly, biting my lip when an idea came up.

“Let’s make a small deal. How about, a touch for a touch?” I murmured, lifting my pyjama top slightly to reveal my stomach.

His eyes lingered before moving to the indents of my piercings through the fabric. He wanted to see them so bad and it showed by the flames of desire that burned in his eyes. He was seriously contemplating it, but I went straight ahead and removed my top, leaving my big breasts on display only for him.

This was the first time a man was seeing my breasts like this. No one ever came close to them, even during intimacy.

I preferred to be fucked with my upper clothes on, even if it was a bra.

I had a very good reason for that. My father's important code was tattooed underneath my breasts and I was not to expose them to anyone who I wasn't going to be with forever, or someone I didn’t trust.

I barely knew what gave me the confidence to believe that Kai was my forever, but I hoped my instincts were right.I trusted him more than I would have liked, but I had a feeling he wouldn’t let me down. I officially held his secret, and I'd soon discover who did this to him.

I was pretty sure he’d think they were random numbers. After the Mafia ball, I was convinced he was in the Mafia circle, but I wasn’t sure how deep. I wondered if he knew my father. The chances were very unlikely, but my father taught me that everyone was an enemy.

But for some reason, Kai disarmed me completely.

He sharply inhaled, his eyes turning several shades darker as he traced every inch of my skin with his eyes, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth. Something about his gold and silver eyes studying me like a priceless art piece made me shiver in delight.

He clearly wasn’t expecting it, and he was in silent awe as he stared at the piercings hooked through my nipples. He licked his lips slowly before finally bringing his gaze back up to me.

My nipples hardened as I deciphered the wild, unhinged look in his heterochromatic eyes.

Kai didn’t even bother hiding his desire from me, and he moved close to me until I could feel the hard tent in his pants against my stomach. My heart pounded in my ears as I breathed him in, his figure towering high over me.

I was dripping with need; the need to have him buried in me once again.

Believe it or not, I couldn't get over that night in the forest. It drove me insane whenever I thought about it, and not even my vibrator could make me feel the way he made me feel.

His warm touch, his savage bites, his vicious, uncontrolled thrusts—everything had ignited a different side of me last night.

And that dark, filthy side of me wanted more. Actually, it was a need.

He leaned down until our eyes were level, his arms placed on either side of me as he gazed at me with so much intense interest, I quivered against my own will. The manic look turned up a notch. He had more muscles than any normal human, but that was the thing.

He wasn’t normal.

“Did you come here to provoke me? Because if you wish to be bent over right now, I can easily be your genie,” he murmured in his low, rich sex drawl and my pussy clenched hard.

"A touch for a touch," I repeated, my gaze not faltering as an emotion crossed his eyes.

He was silent for some time, before he responded. "Go ahead."

I had to double check if he was the one who had given me the go ahead, and it was indeed him because he was giving me a daring look. He was daring me to finally invade him.

My hand moved over his rock-hard, marble chest, and I giggled when his pec twitched under my touch. His amusement to my reaction was very brief, but it warmed my insides.

He didn't mind. Well, he did, but not too much.

I traced the slash that ran from his upper chest right through to his lower abdomen. He curiously searched for something in my face. Anything.

I wouldn’t give him anything. I knew how terrible it felt to be pitied. I didn’t want to pity him; I wanted him to embrace his raw, unconcealed self.

I felt the depth of the scar, feeling the smooth skin that had been violated by someone I didn't know. I hoped that someday, he'd tell me exactly who hurt him and unload his burdens.

No wonder he had so much dark energy surrounding him. He had gone through a lot, seen a lot. Felt a lot.

"You're so beautiful," I whispered, taking my time to trace the mark gently before letting go. "Your turn. Touch me."

Kai's eyes blazed with something so deep: lust, desire, and something emotional. Something I didn't understand, but made my skin prickle.

He reached his hand to the nape of my neck, slowly massaging the back of my neck before rooting his fingers into my hair. He tugged the hair tie and let my long, glossy, dark hair fall all the way down to my ass.

"Your hair drives me so fucking insane, hem de cok ," he murmured against my jaw, biting me briefly, but so hard that I gasped in pleasure at the glorious feel of his warm, wet mouth against my skin. A lot .

I pushed him away gently, a signal that it was finally my turn. He was patiently waiting for me to venture to his back, and he knew I was far more interested in it.

I moved behind him and caught his gaze through the mirror, toyed with the silver chain he always had around his neck, then gently traced the branding against his skin. It was a ghost touch, but he still felt it because he flinched and his goosebumps erupted.

The branding was deeply engraved in his milky skin, the darkened skin shaping an infinity symbol. What was the significance of this symbol?

Before I could touch him any further, I was suddenly trapped between Kai's gigantic body and the cold, marble countertop.

His warm, minty breath tickled my sensitive spot and I almost pulled him close to my body, but fought the urge. I'd definitely scare him off if I did that.

His hair fell across his face as his long finger moved down my collarbone and curved down the gradient of my perky breast. He stopped just above my nipple then circled the areola teasingly.

I suppressed a groan, biting my lip as he took his sweet time. I tilted my head back slightly in pleasure, and when I faced him again, he was marvelling at my reaction.

I removed his hand then gave him a sickly sweet smile, a smile that told him his turn was over.

This time, I didn't hesitate to run my whole hand down his back with so much gentleness, and even then, he winced. So I began to slowly stroke and massage his back, and I could feel his strong muscles rippling and contracting deliciously underneath my hand.

I'd never felt such raw, pure masculinity in my life, it was absolutely intriguing. Everything about Kai was intriguing.

He closed his eyes briefly, revelling in my touch and he seemed to forget where he was for a hot minute, his lips parting gently when I applied a bit more pressure against his defined tendon. A sinfully delicious groan elicited from his lips, making me clench my thighs.

I wanted him to be this comfortable with me.

His body was a miracle, and I felt every groove of his pain, his imperfections that I found absolutely perfect on him, and he shivered when I made contact with the deepest scar.

I gasped loudly when he cupped my breast in one, rapid movement, his palm covering and squeezing part of the globe. A low, deep, possessive growl sounded from the depth of his throat and it made me quiver in delight.

He had this wild look in his eyes as he felt the soft flesh, my piercing grazing the middle of his palm. I had never been touched like this, turned on by merely warm skin.

Kai made me feel some type of way that I couldn't explain. And I was slowly becoming addicted to it. And his manly scent flooded my nose and I greedily inhaled, like a druggie taking a line.

"Holy fuck, you feel so good." He flexed his hand and I couldn't help a moan, and that sound alone turned his eyes several shades darker.

Kai looked feral with desire, and I felt excitement prickle me at the prospect of being taken to Heaven and back by none other than the devil.

"I thought you didn't let anyone touch your boobs." Kai smirked, seemingly fascinated as he pressed his thumb against the taut nipple, toying with the metal that was hooked into the bud. The chills travelled down my spine with each touch, and I could feel my cunt oozing.

"You're not just anyone." I pulled him close by his back, and he seemed to be shocked by my response. But as we all know, that flashed for a millisecond.

"Is that so? Where is my little bunny and what have you done to her?" he murmured through gritted teeth while squeezing my breast harder and pushing me against the cold mirror.

"I'm not your little bunny." I glared up at him.

"Ah, there you are." He looked thoroughly pleased as he took my hand from his back and guided it down his abs to the huge tent hidden in his sweatpants. "Do you see just what you fucking do to me, kücük tavsan ? Do you see just how hard you get me?"

I bit my lip when he placed my hand over his erection, tightening his grip on my hand until I was gently squeezing his semi-hard cock through his pants. I had never felt a man so huge, and I suppressed a moan when I made contact with his cock. I clenched rapidly as I felt his strong balls and the lethal length of his dick.

I couldn't believe I was touching my rival like this, and my slightly deranged self actually liked it. I added a little more pressure and he grunted, a melody so erotic that I pulled him closer with my free hand.

"Just like that. Squeeze him, baby. Show me just how much you love touching my cock." Kai was getting harder the more I tightened my grip, feeling his rigid cock as my pussy soaked my panties.

I moaned involuntarily when he licked a nipple, the sensation sending my nerve endings over the edge. They were tight and sensitive, and Kai knew exactly how to bring me close to my climax with such simple yet toe-curling actions.

He didn’t hesitate to suck on it, tugging the piercing, and now my breathing was so ragged and uneven. My nails sunk into his shoulders as he increased the pressure, the white-hot pain and pleasure seeping and spreading through me like a wildfire when he bit on the bud.

Unapologetically.

I opened my mouth to scream, but he had calculated this, putting his hand against my mouth to muffle my sounds.

“Shh, it's about to get a lot worse, kücük tavsan . I suggest you save your voice for begging when I'm ripping that pretty pussy apart and fucking you like my custom-made rag doll. Or, do you prefer I say fuck-toy?” His silver eye had a glint of notorious peril and it was my official signal that I had no way out.

“I prefer none of them,” I retorted, despite the way my body responded to him. Of course, I wanted him to use me until there was nothing left of me.

“Well, too bad you're getting the nicknames, anyway.”

“So why did you ask?” I glared harder as he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

“Hmm, thought you had finally come to your senses, but you’re clearly still lost.” The depth of his smirk was just threatening and malicious.

“Guess you're having the same predicament when it comes to your sanity,” I mocked and he chuckled slightly, the sound reverberating through my body.

“Running your mouth is only going to make things worse,” he warned and I giggled.

“You know I like it rough.” I winked, choking on air when his large hand wrapped around my throat until I started paling. Only then did he let me go, biting my throat until I felt the sting deep in my flesh. He licked the sanguine droplets that had formed from the action and hummed in satisfaction.

Kai stood straight, his body growing bigger with each passing second and the manic glint in his eyes intensifying.

“Looks like it's time for you to make up for delaying my shower.” He tugged my hair back to breathe against my lips. “Strip those shorts and get into the shower with your ass up, baby.”