Runaway Hearts: Seduced by Danger

27. Choosing Me

Chapter 27

Choosing Me

I wake with my body languishing, and the warmth emanating from Kai by my side allows me to sleep soundly. I smirk as he slides to me, drawing me to him with his rough arms. Spoon-entwined, he covers my neck with wet kisses. I close my eyes in happiness. The warmth in my stomach radiates between my thighs.

“Good morning, cutie,” he says, pressing his morning erection against my ass, his fingers dancing against the soft skin of my sides.

“Hi. Looks like you’re better today.” I burst out laughing with his hands on my stomach. “Stop tickling me.”

But his hands continue to tickle me, and I squirm to escape his playful wrath. He’s a big, tender brute, and I’m caught up in the game.

You don’t look dangerous, sir, the seventh in a line of hardened criminals.

“Stop!” I squeak.

Kai ends his foolishness and embraces me tightly. His scent overwhelms me, and I feel like crying. It’s a hopeful hug that also scares me.

“What’s wrong?” he asks.

I take a shaky breath before confessing, “I was so scared you wouldn’t come back.”

He turns me toward him and looks at me with his sunny eyes. He cups my cheek and strokes it gently with his thumb. “Do you want to know something amazing I realized yesterday?” he asks with a small smile playing on his lips.

I squint at him, not sure what to expect from his statement. But I nod anyway. “Sure.”

“I… Well, I’m in love with you.” His smile brightens until he resembles a toddler who’s just discovered the secret cookie jar.

I hear a horror movie scream in my head. It twists my mind with a shocking statement.

I love you too!

But I stutter onomatopoeias, and I burst out laughing. The tension is too great. At least I’m not having a panic attack.

No, I’m not panicking!

Who said panic?

Kai is determined, calm, and nails me to him to put his mouth on mine.

My stress valve bursts with his kiss. I relax. Kai gives light kisses to my lips, applying the anaconda grip I’m getting used to. What’s the point of lying to myself? I adore anaconda-Kai. He can clutch me to death, and I’ll ask for more.

“Can I make it up to you for the lost days?”

I blab, stuttering and blushing. “You don’t have to,” is all I can reply. A crowd boos me in my mind. “I mean… yes.”

My arms go around him to hug him, and I let out a tiny but needy moan after a fiery kiss.

His tongue slides over my lips. “I want to make you moan louder than that first sip of coffee.”

“Oh, god…”

I chuckle as my man runs his mouth to my neck and sucks on the skin, causing my thighs to clutch his hips and my fingers to clench on his back.

He’s already naked and hard.

Kai trails steamy kisses down to my covered nipples, each touch sending a hot gush to my pussy. My body recognizes those open-mouthed, hungry kisses.

My head falls back, deep into the pillow. “Yes…”

A dark chuckle erupts from his throat. “I’ve been a reckless man. Taking what I want, stealing from anybody, killing without remorse, thinking only about my own pleasure.” He stops to stare into my eyes. “But now… I want to give you everything I can.”

My eyes widen, my chin receding in shock. “Give me what?” I ask, my throat suddenly tight.

A twitch at the corner of his mouth is the only sign he’s about to unleash whatever he’s kept caged. “Safety,” he breathes against my breasts. “Trust.” His teeth graze a nipple, and I gasp, my fingers clutching at the sheets. “Pleasure...”

“I mean… Isn’t it going to be frustrating?”

Kai’s laugh rumbles through his chest, vibrating between my breasts. “I kind of like that,” he replies, a smirk tugging at his lips. “This is all about you.”

“Really?”

He nods, his gaze intense and focused. “Yes, let me do this for you.”

I hesitate. “But what about-”

“Love, please,” he begs. “Give me your consent.”

I’m overwhelmed by his fierce devotion and determination. “You have it.”

Oh, dear Lord… Arietta’s voice rings in my skull. “Always have a safe word. Al-fucking-ways.”

Do I need a safe word?

Kai doesn’t wait. His hands work fast, stripping me of my clothes piece by piece. Each garment discarded feels like shedding a layer of hesitation and fear. He’ll get me there. When I’m bare beneath him, he pauses to take me in, his eyes alive with desire and something deeper, more profound.

“I’m in love with you.”

“You’re just…” He doesn’t finish, but I understand his heated gaze. “Incredible.”

As he lowers his head to my neck, nipping gently at my skin, I arch back into him, wanting more. I squirm under his touch, anticipation coiling tightly in my belly when he flips me over, my ass on display. Hopefully, the pillows hide my red-hot blush.

His hands glide down my sides, fingers digging into my hips as he pulls me closer. My breath catches in my throat as he grinds his hips against me, and I whimper.

“I’ve lost my mind over you,” he murmurs, voice rough with desire.

He sits between my legs, hand tracing my spine before gripping firmly onto my ass cheeks. He massages them with reverence before replacing his hands with his mouth. I moan as his saliva drips between my legs, soaking me in his hunger.

The bed dips; his lips brush over the small of my back and along the ridges of my spine. Each touch ignites sparks that ripple outward.

My breathing shallows.

The room feels warmer and smaller, as if there’s no world beyond our entangled sheets.

I’ve never had such an erotic experience.

Kai’s movements are deliberate. Every touch seems to both question and answer an unspoken longing within me.

“I’m so fucking lucky…”

His words unlock something deep within, and my body responds with a hunger I’ve never known, yearning for the man whose touch feels like freedom.

He puts a tender kiss on my shoulder blade while his fingers glide between my thighs, testing, teasing. And then, he flips me around again, his mouth already devouring my breasts, his hands learning the pleasure map written on me in a code only he seems to understand.

My hands explore his strong shoulders, feeling the strength beneath his skin. He moves downwards, lips and tongue drawing a path until he reaches my navel.

Meeting my eyes, a mischievous spark in his promises wicked pleasures.

He grazes his teeth on my hip bone, swirling his tongue around before trailing lower, leaving a searing path of heat that pools between my thighs.

I squirm beneath him. “Kai…” I moan, clutching the sheets for an anchor to tether me to reality slipping by.

His hands are everywhere, touching, teasing, claiming me as his own in the most primal way. It’s mind-blowing.

My fingers sink into his hair, and a yelp escapes me when he gives a kiss to my pussy.

“Oh, god.”

Heat surges through my veins, a firestorm sparked by each stroke of his tongue. His gaze is intense as he worships me with a fervor that shatters any lingering restraint.

The walls echo the sound of my moans falling around us, but it’s his name that fills the room, pulled from my lips with every lap of his tongue. My world narrows to the sensation of pleasure building, spiraling downward.

His hands grip my hips, steadying as tremors begin to take hold. He looks up at me, but I’m so deep in my pleasure, I barely register the satisfaction in his gaze.

Pressure mounts, the exquisite torment driving me toward the edge. Then, with the slick of his tongue just right, the spring snaps, releasing waves of pleasure that crash over me.

Kai’s name is a mantra on my lips as he guides me through a hurricane, his presence in both the storm and the safe harbor.

“Ah, Kai!”

Our eyes lock when I come, connecting us on a deeper level.

Aww… it’s over now.

He slows down after my release and kisses my trembling flesh before claiming my lips. His kiss is intoxicating, a blend of tastes that makes my heart swell with warmth.

Catching my breath, Kai pulls me close, his body a protective barrier against the world. “That was one.”

The rapid beat of his heart drums against my spine.

“Care for another?” He nibbles my ear.

“Already?” I breathe.

Is he serious?

“You’re so gorgeous when you come.”

“Oh,” I say, face flushed. “I mean… sure.”

Before, I was lucky if I got one.

I smile. Those days are over.

A stupid titter escapes me. “I might keep you there all day,” I blurt. All week.

Kai chuckles and pulls away to gaze into my eyes. “Let’s find out how many you can handle.”

Oh, shit…

His hand grazes my thigh, one finger slipping between my legs, reminding me of how much I want more.

I giggle, convinced I’m dreaming or in an alternate universe.

He catches my gaze and smirks.

His lips wrap around a nipple, and I forget everything. My skin is oversensitive after my orgasm, and it makes every touch ignite like fireworks. I bite down on my lower lip, willing myself to maintain some semblance of control, but it’s futile. My legs wrap around his torso.

“And I was about to ask if you wanted to stop,” he teases.

“No way.” I wriggle, pressing my greedy pussy against him.

I barely hear the “Oh, fuck yes,” he blurts before my breasts heave up, offering them to him.

“Kai…” I whimper when his red-hot mouth closes over a tingling nipple.

Pleasure explodes in my core, drenching me. I can’t control the moan that escapes me or the way I tangle my fingers in his hair to hold him closer.

Kai growls against my skin, sending vibrations through me. His tongue swirls around my hard nipple. The pressure between my legs grows with every lap of his tongue, his fingers only frustrating me.

As our mouths fuse again, his tongue slides against mine, teasing and exploring. Lust squeezes everything bad out of my soul as his hands roam possessively over my body.

He breaks the kiss, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down my stomach and hips, nipping and sucking. I shiver with pleasure, pushing myself up to get closer to his mouth.

“You taste so fucking good,” he murmurs against my skin.

His hand slides down to stroke my wet pussy, sliding a finger inside, and I moan loudly at the sensation. “So wet,” he groans, his voice rough with lust.

It feels unbelievable.

He starts moving, pulling his finger almost out before plunging back in again, thumping the upper wall with the pad of his finger. His other hand holds me in place.

“Kai,” I moan as electric shocks a spear through me.

“Mm, I love the way you moan my name,” he says, never stopping. His gaze is full of mischievousness as he smirks and adds another finger, thrusting them deeper.

Faster he goes, his fingers plunging deeper and faster until all I can do is wail and whimper.

And then, his mouth slurps my clit, his fingers moving, and all I know is there’s an orgasm hiding deep within me, and I will find it. Because this is too much pleasure not to crash and burn.

“Oh, shit. Ka—” I pant, and my eyes roll shut, my thighs quivering until my knees buckle.

My body rolls to the side, the air knocked out of my lungs by an unknown force, and my mouth opens to let out a shriek no living creature should make.

Kai’s voice bangs on my eardrum. “Can you handle more?”

“Yes!”

His breath is ragged as he puts a third finger in, and twinkling lights buzz under my eyelids. The headboard bangs against the wall with a loud thud as his fingers fuck me relentlessly, mouth latched to my clit like his life depends on it.

A climax barrels down toward me at lightning speed.

I’m teetering on the edge, my toes curling. My abs hurt.

And Kai keeps going.

I’m going to die!

I dig my nails into the comforter, trying to hold onto something, anything. “Oh, shit! Oh, shit, yes!”

Pleasure explodes from within, shooting round and round like my organs are caught in a tornado. I get dizzy. Kai’s name falls from my lips in a hoarse cry as another orgasm rocks me to my core. The world whites out, and there’s nothing but him and this moment and all-consuming ecstasy.

Life has never been so good.

The world slowly comes back into focus, our breaths mingling as the high subsides. Kai’s satisfied grin mirrors the bliss coursing through me. I melt against the pillows, chest heaving, body still humming with aftershocks.

I can’t think straight. Or in a triangle.

Kai lies beside me, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my skin, his dick soft now. “You needed that,” he says, voice laced with humor and pride.

More like craved.

A laugh bubbles up from within me, light and carefree.

“Is that your limit?” he asks.

“For now, it is, yes.”

I want to try something, though. My eyes close as I try to remember where I hide the scarves I keep for colder days.

“I want to do something to you,” I say, the fear of Eric’s behavior still swirling in my head. But tying Kai up means he can’t thrust too deep or grab my hair to choke me with his dick.

Kai raises an eyebrow, curious and lustful. “Oh? We agreed it was just you...”

My next sentence is shaky. “I want to erase him completely, please.”

I’ll have to channel my inner dominatrix, but I truly want to try. As I go to the closet, memories of Eric flicker like a broken reel. His control, his manipulation. But with Kai, this moment is different.

I find a silky red scarf in the drawer and a pure white one nestled under sweaters. Their texture feels luxurious against my palms.

When I turn toward the bed, scarves in hand, Kai’s dick spring up. “Fuck yes. Bring it, love.” His eyes narrow and widen; his upper lip twitches, and I’m in front of a panther, letting a baby deer tie it to the bedframe.

“Looking thrilled, Mr. Kiken,” I tease.

Who am I?

“Never been tied up.” All his teeth shine while he shoots me the brightest yet scariest smile he’s ever given me. “I’d let you do anything to me if it brought you pleasure.”

He stretches out on the bed, muscles taut, a light sheen of sweat glistening on his skin. I approach him with purpose.

“Let’s see how you like it,” I murmur.

I start with the red scarf, looping it around his wrist. His chest heaves, and his eyes darken to a feral gleam. Now, the white one.

He watches unblinkingly as I tie his wrist to the headboard, ensuring it’s secure yet comfortable. The white silk looks ethereal against his tanned skin.

The moment the fabric tightens, securing him to the headboard, it’s as if a switch flips inside him.

His demeanor shifts from playful to primal, and danger lurks behind his eyes. I revel in the power shift, and adrenaline electrifies my nerves.

My mouth waters.

He struggles against his bindings but stays still. I lean in close, my tongue wetting my lips as I bring my mouth to his ear. His breath catches.

“You don’t look so dangerous now, baby,” I whisper, delighting in the shiver that courses through him.

He could still probably kill me.

He lies beneath me, powerful yet restrained. The control I’ve taken fuels my confidence and ignites a fire. I kiss his sternum, tracing down his abs with my tongue as he tenses in pleasure.

“How does it feel?” I whisper against his skin.

A cavernous rumble erupts from his chest, and he closes his eyes. “Like heaven.”

“Good,” I murmur.

My nails dig into his skin, leaving faint trails of pink. He groans.

“Pick a safe word,” I command.

Oh, god… Ari would be proud.

His eyes shoot wide open, and the expression of pure arousal painted on his face makes me wary. “Eric,” he grunts.

I tilt my head. “You’re so arrogant.”

“That I am,” he breathes out, a smirk ghosting on his lips.

Eric’s name as a safe word sends wicked jolts through my veins.

I kiss his abdomen, relishing his gasps. I pause at his hips, enjoying the sight of him bound and under my control.

I squash the unwanted giggle bubbling in my chest.

Kai’s breathing grows ragged as I give him a wicked smile and dip lower. My tongue traces the path to his inner thigh, eliciting a guttural sound from deep within him. He trembles with anticipation.

“Marianne,” he breathes with desire.

My name echoes through the room, a reminder of my power. I press my lips to his inner thigh. Kai struggles against the bindings, but they hold firm. His submission is electrifying.

As I cup the underside of his dick with my tongue, he growls. A chuckle escapes me, and I let my teeth graze the head’s sensitive skin. Just a test. He gasps with a pained expression, and I wonder if I’ve gone too far, assuming he enjoys pain.

“Something you like?” I ask with confidence, but inside, I’m unsure.

“Yes!” He shudders, hips bucking toward my mouth. “Do it again.” His raw need only fuels my confidence.

I hold him there for a moment, giving small licks and kisses, savoring the tight control I have over a man so dangerous. Fucking delectable. My fingers brush along his thigh, teasing circles on his taut skin, but never quite touching where I know he craves it most.

I’m not a dom. I’m a freaking brat, teasing him like that.

He curses under his breath, eyes in a wild tempest as they lock with mine. “Marianne,” he grunts again, voice dripping with frustration.

I almost burst out laughing.

This is so much fun.

“Who’s sensitive now, huh?” I purr, running my thumb over his tip.

His head falls back against the pillows, eyes closed, jaw clenched.

I give him no break, my tongue wrapping the underside and my lips closing around his dick. I take one long, deep mouthful of Kai’s glorious dick before biting down on the head until he wheezes.

“Yes… ah, fuck me, yes…” he pants.

I knew he liked pain.

With my teeth rasping on his skin, he arches off the bed, sweat rolling between his trembling abs. A wicked smile crosses my lips as I savor the sight of him. Consumed by ecstasy. I explore with my tongue, wrapping my hand around his dick, enjoying its twitching movements.

Kai’s voice cracks in a low whisper, “Marianne... please.”

“Please, what?”

“Please… just... Fuck.”

I pull back, admiring the flush that colors his cheeks and how his chest heaves with every ragged breath. Beautiful.

As I drag my nails down his sides, close to his wounds, I murmur, “I think you like being tied.”

His response is a shiver that travels from his neck to his toes, every muscle tightening under my touch.

He looks at me with a dangerous gleam in his eye. “You have no idea,” he says, voice strained but amused.

“Oh, I think I do.” I draw my nails down to his hips, digging into the muscles, and suck him deep.

He moans, a sound that is part pleasure and part agony.

“Love...” Desperation greets my ears. “Don’t stop.”

I chuckle softly, twisting my wrist in a way that makes him cry out.

My fingers tighten around the base of his dick, my mouth working in tandem to drive him wild.

The pulse beneath my fingers quickens.

I increase my pace until he enters a frenzy.

Kai trembles, his breath short and ragged. Sweat forms on his forehead, and his neck strains against the bindings. A mix of hunger and longing burns in his eyes, signaling his breaking point.

All that power was reduced to pleading desperation.

How poetic.

“Please,” he rasps, barely audible.

I smirk as I release him. His aching member begs for more, but I deny him. Kai’s body trembles with need as he groans, unable to handle the intense desire.

He grumbles. “I can’t... I can’t...”

I tilt my head, feigning innocence as I lick a slow descent down his dick. “Can’t what?”

A long line of Japanese curses reaches my ears. They wake a silly smile on my face.

His hands clench into fists. “Just fucking finish me. Cutie, please.”

“Not yet,” I whisper, my breath hot against his skin. “I want to savor this.”

His exasperation echoes in the house, but he nods.

I feel bold, daring, and vulnerable all at once. “I’ve been doing this out of fear and necessity for so long. I don’t even remember enjoying it… until now.” I take Kai into my mouth and gently bob as saliva drips down my lips. “It feels so good to have you trembling like this. For me.”

And three other sincere ups and downs with my hand massaging his balls.

My soul sings of its liberation.

This is power.

Lips gliding along his dick, my teeth press into his flesh to make him shudder. His moans fill the room, a symphony of raw need and submission.

Kai’s breath stutters, his eyes rolling back as my pace slows. “Yes. Fuck, I’m seeing stars.”

I let my nails drag down to his hips again, causing him to hiss sharply through clenched teeth. My movements are an intricate dance of pleasure and pain. His hips buck, seeking more contact, more release.

Kai’s eyes shut, and a tear rolls down his right cheek.

And then, boom. His orgasm takes me by surprise. I was going so slowly.

Kai’s entire body seizes, jerking against the restraints as his climax crashes over him. His moans turn into a guttural roar, the hot surge of his release filling my mouth.

And then, I remember Kai won’t hit me if I don’t swallow. So, I wait until his muscles go slack and spit the cum out in a tissue. A few tissues. Damn.

He doesn’t taste half as bad as Eric did.

Kai collapses back onto the bed, struggling to catch his breath. His eyes are closed, sweat glistening on his skin under the room’s dim light. Slowly, I untied his wrists, leaving red marks where the bindings held him captive.

He rubs his wrists and then turns to look at me. “That was intense. Come here.”

We bask in our post-orgasmic glow for a while, catching our breaths and trying to regain some semblance of normality. Then I realize the journey ahead of us, a life on the run.

Well, it seems I didn’t write my resignation letter for nothing.