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

Chapter 34

CHAPTER 34

MONDAY — ILHAM

?? KAI ??

A slow, diabolical smile tugged at my lips when I saw my little bunny through the reflection.

Her cheeks were flushed and something similar to fear flashed in her eyes before it disappeared.

Of course, she knew it was me. I'd kept one part of my word, and now it was time to keep the other.

I slowly moved towards her, and she was cautiously eyeing the bloody axe in my hand. The same axe that I used to kill the previous guy for daring to put his filthy hands on her. Oh, what fun I had beheading him and chopping his body parts off while he screamed for forgiveness.

I’m sure some creature would eat his dismantled corpse out there.

Nobody touched her like that except me. She was mine to own, mine to annihilate, and mine to fuck.

Speaking of fucking, she looked absolutely tantalising in the black dress she was wearing, and it had ridden up her thighs to showcase her flawless expanse of skin.

I touched the transparent ice wall between us, and she seemed to relax when she realised there was a barrier between us.

But I never ran out of options to catch my bunny.

And that’s why I swung my axe back and shattered the ice in one blow. By the time everything cleared, Yasmina was already running in the other direction.

Game on.

She shouldn’t have turned her fucking back; that was my favourite invitation of all time.

It was hard to navigate because it was basically a maze, but I had done this before. I used my left hand to guide me despite the bone-chilling cold of the ice.

I was going to devour her until every part of her entirely belonged to me.

We came face to face and she paled, freezing in shock, but relaxing when I placed my hand on the wall again. I wanted to see that relief on her face being replaced by uninhibited fear.

God, she was so fucking pretty. Her slightly parted lips, her flushed cheeks, her dishevelled hair, and her fantastic body.

I usually disregarded women, but something about Yasmina made me want to study every inch of her and come up with an equation as to why she was so flawless and utterly beautiful to the point of causing destruction.

I was trapped in her aura and I wasn’t complaining. I wanted her to consume my thoughts and body, until she was deeply engraved in my dark, empty heart.

But for her, I would warm up a special place in my heart just to make sure she stayed. I wouldn’t mind my body working overtime for that.

I didn’t have much, but I’d give her all that I had.

I looked ahead after making it out and noticed Yasmina skating down the narrow corridor to a darker part of the cave. She had made it out of the maze and I marvelled at her intelligence.

That’s my girl.

I followed her, increasing my speed and chuckling when she did, too. She turned back and gasped when she realised that I was right behind her.

I aimed to grab her by her hair but she ducked, slipping and sliding down the ice on her ass.

I’ll make sure to soothe her cold burns with my tongue. While she was bent over for me, of course.

She screamed the moment I caught her by her nape, pulling her up while we both slid to the end. The snow crunched under my feet as I carried her to the wall, the light blue hues of light illuminating her face.

She looked so lost and scared, definitely some facial expressions that I wish I could bottle and store for myself.

“Let me go,” she gritted out, wiggling and fighting me, but I pushed her against the wall.

She winced visibly when the cold seeped into the material of her dress, and all the while, I was so entranced by her ethereal beauty.

I wanted her all to myself. I wanted all there was to her: her mouth, her pussy, her life, her mind, her soul?—

“Shh, kücük tavsan , don’t waste your energy fighting me.” I tilted my head, fisting her hair in my hands. "Save that energy for screaming, because I promise you, baby, you're going to be doing a lot of that."

I would not be responsible for my actions if anyone interrupted whatever we were about to do.

Her warmth, her curves, her scent, everything was fucking with my head. I always lost my senses around Yasmina. If only she knew the power she had over me.

She had the ultimate power to destroy me and put me back together. I wasn’t ashamed to admit that she was the only thing I had allowed to fuck with my head.

And the funny part was that I hadn’t seen it coming at all.

Every living and breathing part of me irrevocably belonged to her, and she didn't even know it yet.

I didn't mind though. I'd wait for her as long as she needed. I sure as fuck wasn't going anywhere, and neither was she.

She wiggled harshly, but I hardly flinched. Instead, I purposely towered high over her to prompt her to look up, and when she did, she paled rapidly.

Right above her head was a sharp, crystal iceberg hanging parallel to the middle of her head. Each time she moved, it vibrated, and to make matters even more interesting…

It was cracking.

"Do you see that, princess? If you don't stay still and take my cock like the good girl you are, you might just die. But then again, you might die from the pleasure I'm about to give you, so pick a poison." I looked thoroughly pleased as I coiled her messy hair in my index finger.

This girl drove me to the fatal depths of insanity, and I didn't want to be delivered whatsoever.

Yasmina sighed in defeat and I smirked, stroking her cheek gently. If anything, she wanted it as much as I did.

God, I wanted to kiss her. And I never did kisses.

I had the strong need to consume her, to suck on her lips and taste the madness she had pulled me into on her fucking tongue.

She must have sensed that I was looking at her lips so intensely, because she pulled me closer and peered up at my mask seductively through her lashes. I was slowly falling into a hypnosis the more I stared into her brilliant, viper-like eyes, and for the first time since I lost my heart…

I allowed myself to feel something for her. Something so incandescent that I couldn't emotionally handle it. Thank goodness I was wearing a mask. I wasn’t sure if she’d ever noticed that I never looked at her while fucking, either.

She couldn't see the way I was so deeply immersed in her spell. She couldn't see me so out of control, so lovestruck?—

"Spread yourself wide for me, baby. Let me see how wet you are for me right now." My hand gripped her thigh, the rings on my fingers digging into her tender flesh.

She complied, opening her legs until I could see her pretty, leaking pussy that wept through the satin material of her panties.

Holy shit.

Her power to undo me completely was so powerful, even I couldn't bypass it.

She was my only muse, and one that would incinerate me till I could hardly recognise myself.

But I'd make sure we burned together. If I go down, then so does she.

"Hmm, did you wear these for me, little bunny? Did you know that I was going to ravage this little pussy of yours?" My voice had a hint of desire as my index finger trailed down her slit, biting my lip at the wet warmth that soaked it.

"I knew you'd find me, you always do. Do you like them?" She was biting her lip, too, and I could feel my precum leaking in my pants.

"I fucking love them, baby. You look so sexy." I cupped her pussy and she shuddered instantly. “It's a shame you won't be needing them anymore.”

I tugged the lacy material down her legs while she was hoisted, inhaled them with a deep groan before slipping them into my pocket, then pushed her legs up until her knees touched the icy wall behind her.

Her back was going to be so bruised after this, but I didn't mind.

She was mine to damage and mine to fucking fix.

"Look at you, dripping wet for your rival. Never thought it would get to this, did we?" I mused, unbuttoning my trousers to free my aching, erect cock.

Her cunt fluttered the moment she saw my length glistening with precum, and I chuckled in satisfaction. She was so ready to welcome me home.

My hand returned to her other knee, and we both moaned when my tip pressed against her slick entrance.

I thrusted into her in one, fluid motion, hoisting her further up until the iceberg was inches away from the middle of her head. I liked fucking her while she was in danger, the rewards were so worth it.

I thrush again, quivering at the feel of being buried deep in her warmth. She was a fucking miracle. I wanted to be the only man who ever explored her like this.

I watched her lust-filled expression, something squeezing my insides as I deciphered just how much she was enjoying this.

Fuck yes, baby, take all the pleasure you want from me.

"Oh," she moaned in the most erotic, sensually feminine voice I'd ever heard in my life when I picked up my pace, my thrusts becoming vicious and animalistic. She always managed to bring out the sex beast in me and I wasn't complaining.

I was blinded by the desire and many other intense emotions as I took her, invading her over and over again, keeping her legs wide open while I slammed into her with no regrets whatsoever.

She was mine, and only mine.

"Tell me," I said unconsciously, letting one of her knees go to cage her. The cold stung my skin, but compared to the things that Yasmina made me feel, it was nothing.

"Hmm?" She was so distracted by the ecstasy that her half-lidded eyes were barely open.

"Eyes on me while you tell me that you belong to me, little bunny," I growled, my balls slapping her pussy while she tilted her head back. I could feel myself losing control, but I didn't want to cum that fast.

It was taking everything in me not to explode in her right now.

"I belong to you." If all my attention wasn't focused on her, I would have missed it.

Yasmina sighed breathlessly when I slapped her ass, her leg hoisting on my hip and pulling me closer.

Hmm, she was a naughty girl, indeed.

My naughty girl.

"I didn't get that, princess," I murmured against her ear, pausing when her pussy was so full of me.

"I belong to you," Yasmina spoke much louder, her nails digging into my flesh through the material of my shirt.

"Say my name." My words contained more emotion than I would have liked, but I didn't care.

I was so desperate to hear her say my name, even if it was going to be the only time.

She obviously resisted, tilting her head away when I moved closer to her face. My hand moved to grab her jaw, my fingers splaying over her milky skin and gripping until the red indents began to protrude.

"Say it," I gritted out, but she shook her head vehemently. I mindlessly pushed her up and she screamed when the tip of the iceberg grazed over her head.

"Well, well, imagine what will happen if I thrust into your sweet pussy? Just a few inches higher and you'll be gone." My dark, diabolical voice gave her goosebumps, and I tilted my head when the droplets from the tip seeped into her scalp.

"Don't do this," she pleaded, tears forming in her eyes and I found that alone absolutely sexy.

I wanted to be the reason she cried. The reason she smiled. The reason she did anything at all.

Yasmina's skin was paling rapidly, and now her lips were a dull blue colour. Her veins were visible through her ghost-white skin, and if I kept her pressed against this wall any longer, she wouldn't make it.

I placed my hand over her head, the tip of the iceberg pressing into my skin as I began to slam into her again, this time with more fury and…something akin to sadness.

I should be used to this. I should be used to the fact that no one loved me. No one ever chose me. But with Yasmina, it hurt like fucking hell.

She didn't want to say a word with three letters. A word so intimate and provocative. She didn't want to say my name. It repulsed her, and she couldn't come to terms with the fact that we were meant to be together.

The iceberg pierced my hand so deep that my blood dripped down Yasmina's face, her hooded eyes showing half-concern and half pleasure.

The pain was so satisfying; it numbed whatever emotions threatened to disarm me. I refused to be a slave to my emotions. Self-harm numbed the pain I was feeling at the moment.

Her body weakened against mine, her eyes rolling back as she reached her climax, and at the same time, I emptied myself deep in her, ribbons and ribbons of cum filling up her pussy. The smell of hot sex surrounded us, and I grinned proudly behind the mask.

I lost another piece of myself to her, and I should have feared losing myself entirely to her.

But I didn't want anyone else who wasn't her owning any part of me.

I wasn't going to pull out this time. No. I wanted her to know that I was all hers, and that I'd be patiently waiting for her to feel the same way I felt for her.

We stopped to catch our breaths, my blood dripping down my hand and down her skin. She licked some from her lips, reaching her hand out to touch my mask.

She traced the grooves of it, her body weakening further when I pulled out of her and tucked myself in.

I greedily watched as my cum trickled down her inner thighs from her pussy, and I placed two of my fingers against her sweet entrance, pushing my fluid back inside her.

"Squeeze my seed out and we’ll start all over again," I whispered, and she giggled softly in response.

I pushed the fingers into her mouth and she hummed softly, her tongue swirling over them so good that I felt my cock twitch.

"G-Good to know. If you ever fuck any girl who isn't me, I'll stab y-you." She ran her cold,shaking hand over my bicep, sighing in relief when I removed her from the wall after counting to eight.

Right after the countdown, the iceberg came crashing down. Yasmina visibly flinched, holding onto me so tightly I expected my shirt to rip.

Fuck, I loved it whenever she was possessive. It turned me on.

"That's my girl." I stroked her blood-soaked hair, inspecting her beautifully sculpted face. She was shivering violently now, and that was my cue to remove my jacket and help her into it.

I carried her in one swift motion and a weak smile tugged at her lips. I had to get her back to warmth before she left me.

I couldn't imagine a life without her anymore.

"I r-really, really li-like you." She exhaled shakily, and my heart stopped when she passed out right after. An unfamiliar warmth unfurled in my gut as I stared at her enticing feminine features.

I couldn’t deny the fact that I was so in love with this girl anymore.

The girl I was supposed to kill.

Fuck me.