Venomous King (Venom #2)

7. Kai

Chapter seven

Kai

“To love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides.”

David Viscott

Almost five years later

“ D addy! Daddy! Momma is being so mean!” My dark-haired daughter races into my office with a frown etched across her little face, her pink lips in a fierce scowl, and her pretty green eyes blazing. She hurls herself at me without hesitation or fear, knowing full well that I will always catch her, and wraps herself like a spider monkey around me.

My arms wrap securely around her, cradling her close to my chest. My nose skims across her thick hair, and the smell of lilacs and sunshine fills my senses. She immediately starts squirming to be released from my embrace. Once I release her, her little fists make their way to her hips, in a look very reminiscent of her mother’s when she’s annoyed with me. “What did momma do, Lovebug?” I question with amusement, as her mother makes an appearance in my doorway.

“I didn’t allow her to maim her cousins. She wanted to run one through with a sword, and set the other ablaze with dragon fire.” Isabella’s mischievous eyes meet mine, and a grin she’s trying hard to suppress escapes.

“I see, and what did those scallywags do now?” I waggle my brows dramatically at the little bundle of energy before me, and a deep laugh exits me as she mimics my actions. I sit back in my office chair, prepared to hear all about my daughter’s antics, and she immediately climbs onto my lap.

Her serious little face pinches with disdain, as she gets comfortable and gives her mother a side-eye glance. “Alexander pulled my hair, and said he was going to cut it all off because it was ugly, and... Caesar... he said I wasn’t a warrior princess, that there were no such things.”

Her little lip quivers with all the emotions riding her, and I immediately want to slay all her dragons for her. I will always be her white knight, ready and willing to take on all comers. Except these two ‘dragons’ are three-year-old twin heathens, with demon blood running in their veins thanks to their very unhinged father, who allows them to get away with unholy terror, and three more fathers who turn a blind eye to their mischief.

“Well, you know that’s not true, don’t you, Julia? Your momma and auntie are warrior princesses, and Gammy is an evil warrior queen.“ I try, and fail, to hold back my chuckle as I raise my eyes to glance at Isabella, who shakes her head in vexation at me.

“Kai! Don’t encourage her! She really did try to get even with them. Caesar will be sporting a black eye from her fist, and Alexander has almost lost a tooth! She threw a rock at his face!” Pride fills me at the description of my daughter’s malice, regardless of Isabella’s displeasure. Julia never lets anyone get the better of her, regardless of all the odds stacked against her.

My fingers brush against one of the hearing aids in her ear. She’s just a tiny little thing, filled with health challenges, yet she is a fierce little warrior princess, who has beaten all the odds to survive. I am forever in awe of her resilience and determination.

She has a kind and playful spirit, but unfortunately it’s coupled with that Stratford fire that inhabits her, the one that is inherited from the matriarch of the Stratford family, and causes her to have a short temper. Despite mine and Isabella’s attempts to nurture her and lead her in the right direction, our methods seemed to have failed thus far, and her evil great-grandmother is winning.

“No one told Carter to name his sons after great warrior generals, if they can’t take what they dish out. If they mess with my princess and get hurt, too bad.” I blow a bubble into her cheek, and she screeches and scrambles from my lap.

“Daddy, no!” She giggles. “Can I have a lolly from Patsy?” Her large green eyes implore me to give her the treat that I have no doubt her mother has already refused her. “Please, Daddy!” She’s such a little perfect manipulator at four years old; I can only imagine what I’m in for as she grows older. She bravely signs the words, ‘ I love you’ to me, and my heart melts. She has me wrapped around her little finger and knows it.

“Yes, but only if you have just one. And you stay out there and color at the desk quietly with Patsy, while Momma and I have a grown-up chat.” I sign back the words, ‘I mean it, Lovebug’. Her little fist rises in a fist pump, and glee fills her. She races out the door without a backward glance, and we can already hear her calling my poor secretary, Patsy’s name.

“You really are terrible encouraging her bad behavior, Kai. You’re almost as bad as Stella is.” Isabella steps further into the room, closing the office door firmly behind her, and engaging the lock with a naughty grin. “I do, however, like how you just bought us a maximum of fifteen minutes without your little ‘Lovebug’ interrupting us.”

I watch her move closer to my desk, the flowy skirt of her light blue dress swishing around her toned legs, as my eyes roam over her delectable, sexy body. Her chest rises and falls more quickly at my perusal, and a pretty pink tinge rises up her neck, which I long to mark with my teeth. Fuck, I will never get enough of her. Not even if we live to be a hundred.

My eyes glance over her facial features and I watch, captivated, as her tongue moistens her bottom lip, before her straight white teeth gnaw at it. Warm brown eyes shine back at me, even though I crave to witness the sapphire blue hidden behind their camouflaged depths. Her pretty blonde locks curl around her chin, giving her an innocent pixie fairy look, that has me instantly wanting to dirty her up. Fuck, she would look even better with my cum dripping down her face right now.

“Come here, little rose.” I beckon her with my fingers to come around my desk, and widen my legs in my seat so she can sit on my lap. Before she can place her sexy ass across my legs, I grab hold of her arm and still her. “Strip off the dress and show me my pussy . I want to see how wet you already are, little rose.”

A moan escapes her lips, and a shudder runs through her body, as she pushes down the thin straps of her dress, and the material slides down her golden skin, revealing her heaving braless breasts. Her pale pink nipples are already hardened into twin peaks that summon my lips to wrap around them. My eyes slide down her soft skin to the scar on her lower abdomen, the one that gave me the second most precious thing in my life; my daughter, Julia. The scrap of beige material she calls panties is the only thing left as the dress pools at her ankles. “All of it, Isabella. I want you to lean back against my desk and spread yourself open for me, so I can feast.”

She shimmies out of the barely there panties, steps away from the dress, and sits on my desk before leaning back on her elbows and widening her legs, so that I get the first glimpse of my pussy. She’s already glistening with arousal, and I need a fucking taste. I lean forward, placing her feet on the surface of my desk to widen her further, and allowing my nose to trail through soaked folds before my tongue comes out to play, and licks her from her swollen clit down to her clenching asshole, and back.

“Fuck, Kai, so good, baby.” On my next pass, I plunge my tongue inside of her pretty cunt and fuck her as deep as I can, while my thumb makes contact with her clit, rubbing circles that have her writhing on my desk. I keep alternating between plunging my tongue deep inside of her, sucking on her clit, and using my fingers to spread her folds wide for my hungry mouth. Fuck, she is delicious, she’s the best fucking meal for a ravenous man like me.

“More, Kai! Fuck, please!” She begs so prettily, and I have never been one to deny her anything. I plunge two of my fingers inside her pussy, curling them up to reach that spot I know makes her eyes cross, and I suck hard on her little nub. Her taste coats my lips and tongue, and I desperately want her to cum inside of my mouth. I stroke her over and over as her body ceases up with pleasure.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m going to... cum,” she moans as her hands squeeze her breasts tightly. I pick up my pace, slipping a third finger inside of her and stretching her tight hole, as her muscles clench around my fingers like a vice, and I use my teeth against her clit, until her body is bowing against the desk. Erotic whimpers and pleas for more leave her lips, as her orgasm cascades over her until, finally, she’s boneless against the walnut wood top of my desk, and there’s a wet spot underneath her.

I rise from my chair and lean my body over hers, my cock rock hard and tenting my black dress pants. She grabs hold of my tie, and uses it to pull my face forcefully down to hers. My lips crash against hers with an animalistic groan, and I slip my tongue inside of her mouth, allowing her to taste herself before pulling back.

“Mmm, I need inside of my pussy , little rose,“ I moan as I pull back from her intoxicating lips. “Grab your knees, pull them towards your chest, and spread your legs wide for me.” I drag her down to the edge of the desk by her hips, and then release my stiff cock from the confines of my pants.

Beads of precum slide down from the engorged, deep red crown, and slide along my length, as I stroke myself between her pussy lips, coating my cock in her cum. “Fuck, Kai. I need you inside of me. Please, baby, please fuck me hard.”

Her words are my undoing, and with a harsh, forceful thrust, I impale myself inside of her warm flesh, that tightens around me until it feels like it’s strangling my dick. I pound into her channel so hard that the desk starts to move inch by inch backward with a loud screech. I’ve lost my precious control to my animalistic side, and all I can think of now is coating her womb with my cum, until she’s forced to walk around with me spilling from inside of her. The thought that my scent and my cum will be with her all day, marking her as mine, has me losing all my rational thoughts.

“KAI! OhmyfuckingGod, ohmyGod, Kai!” Her moans are loud, and ripped from her heaving chest. Some part of me that isn’t wholly lost realizes she’s being way too loud, and I have a waiting room filled with patients, and our daughter is down the hall.

“Shhh, pretty slut, we don’t want everyone to know I’m in here owning your pussy right now.” I clamp the palm of my hand over her mouth, to mute her screams, as I thrust one last time inside of her warm heat, and my orgasm cascades over me. I lean my elbows on the table to stop myself from crushing all my heavy weight down on top of her, and remove my hand as a harsh grunt exits my mouth, and I suck gasps of air into my heaving lungs. Jesus fuck, one of these days, I might die from fucking her so hard. What a way to go, between my sweet Isabella’s legs.

A giggle escapes her as she lays utterly languid below me, a beautiful tinge of red high on her cheekbones, and blooming down her neck. Her mirthful eyes meet mine, and I can see she is enjoying this. “Why, Doctor Joliette, I do believe you might be a bit embarrassed, and completely undone, right now.”

“Quiet, wench . I think you sucked my soul out through my cock.“ I pull out from inside of her and instantly miss her warmth. My eyes watch as my cum slips from inside of her tight hole, trickling down to coat her puckered hole, and my fingers slide through the mess to paint her pussy lips and clit. “Better,” I mumble, as I finish up my work and straighten away from the desk, to allow her to sit up. I reach down and grab her panties from the floor, and slip them inside of my pant pocket.

Isabella climbs off the desk with a moan, searches the floor for her panties, and then raises an eyebrow at me. “You can’t keep stealing my underwear, you depraved fiend. I almost don’t have any left!”

I ogle her as she slips her dress back on, effectively covering my favorite places on her body. “Order more, or here’s a thought, don’t wear any. I prefer easy access to my pussy anyway.”

She shakes her head with amusement as she watches me pull my desk back to its proper location. Fuck, there is no way they didn’t hear all the noises we made out there in the waiting room.

“Little rose, was there something you needed with your visit?” I know she’s stressed about our wedding in just a few days, and that some of her family has descended on us, albeit in disguise, and hiding from the world at large. We discussed this risk, at length, and decided to take it. Isabella wants her family with us, on the day she finally becomes completely mine.

That fucker, Diego Cabano, is still out there, wreaking havoc on the world and targeting Stella Stratford specifically. I’m not her biggest fan either; in fact, we have an agreement to stay away from each other, so we don’t hurt Isabella and Julia with our disdain for each other. While we disagree on almost every subject under the stars, the one we are both entirely in agreement on, is keeping him from discovering that Isabella is still alive, and that Julia exists. So far, our partnership has worked, and Stella has relented, and allowed us to remain safely hidden from the world.

“I’m worried, Kai. This is a massive risk that we are taking. If my sister or her family is photographed, or God forbid, my grandmother is followed, we could lose everything we have built here. He will come for us, for me.” Her face pales at the thought of being retaken. Even after all these years, she still has nightmares about that jungle. She still has him in her thoughts.

“That will never happen, little rose. I would never allow him to take you or Julia. You both belong to me, and no one is taking you away from me. I swear it on my life.” I wrap my arms around her tightly, attempting to shake the ghosts from her past away from her. “We have been cautious, and security is tight. Stella is adamant that no one will be able to get through, especially with your sister and her children also here.”

“I hope you’re right, Kai. I have a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach.” In the next moment, someone is banging at my door with their little fists. “Daddy, Momma, let me in! I want to go see Auntie now!”

Well, I guess our time is up. I look over at the clock on the wall, and yup, fifteen minutes exactly is all we got. Isabella must see the direction of my thoughts, as she releases a giggle and passes me to unlock the door, so the little hellion can return. “Momma, can we go now? Auntie promised to tell me a story about Uncle Theo getting in trouble with Gammy.”

I roll my eyes at my daughter’s comment. My future sister-in-law is as much a menace as her grandmother, and I often feel sorry for her spouses , yeah, plural, because one apparently wasn’t enough. No, she needed four of the poor bastards.

I bend down and kiss the top of my daughter’s head, before she races out of the room ahead of her mother. I straighten and pull Isabella to me, kissing her lips firmly as my hand wraps around her delicate throat, and my fingers stroke the column. “Stop worrying. Everything will be fine, little rose. It’s just a few more days, and then every part of you will only belong to me.”