Kai's POV
I was distracted until office hours ended. I hated to be in the same space with Zane that I chose to work overtime, even if I'm not that busy. When I got home, it was already ten o'clock in the evening. I wasn't expecting anyone in the living area, so I was shocked when someone materialized sitting on the couch. The light was dimmed, but when I stared, I recognized him. If not from the light of the television, I wouldn't notice that he's not alone. Beside him, covered in a blanket, was my sister—sleeping peacefully in Zane's arm.
I have no intention to pay attention to him, so I went for the staircase.
There's something I tasted in my mouth—bitter.
A quick shower might help to get a proper and peaceful sleep, so I took a half bath before I lay on the bed, wearing only sweatpants and shirt.
In the middle of my peaceful sleep, I felt a warm palm caressing my waist. Slowly, I opened my eyes. The light was dimmed, and on top of me was someone—masculine, fragrant. His large frame covered my whole, and our lower extremities touched.
What is this? Why can I see him on top of me?
"W-What are you doing?" My lips trembled.
He didn't answer, but his eyes were on mine with enough weight to arouse a sexual tension between us.
Why is he here? I don't remember letting him in my room.
My heartbeat tripled when he gently lifted my left leg, parting it wide as he settled between them. Something hard poked my hardening length—making me whimper.
I gasped. "Zane!"
He dipped his head, and licked the side of my neck. My hands—feeling so weak, gripped the sheets as I felt his tongue against my skin—burning, desirable.
"You don't know what you did to me…" His voice was raspy and violent as he whispered.
My throat went dry as my lips parted. "What are you…talking about?"
I tried to push him, but he grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head. My eyes widened as I met his burning stares. His expression was dark, and his eyes were lustful.
"Still pretending clueless?" His lips tugged to a smirk. "Not convincing."
"Z-Zane…"
"Like that…" He let out a groan, and my trembled underneath him, feeling the sensations on my lower extremities for having his hardness against mine. "Call my name…like a wanton."
I shook my head. "This… This isn't real! This is just a dream…"
He chuckled, and moved his face closer. "Maybe, but maybe you wanted this, you crave this… Now I'm here…"
My pulse rate intensified as I looked into his eyes burning with desire. My heartbeat was louder than my thoughts now. My body started responding to his touch as he grinds his crotch against mine.
"This is what you want, right? You want me… You crave me…" His voice was punishing me—stuffing words into my mouth.
"Zane…" I cried his name, barely audible. "You're an asshole!"
His fingers traced my cheek, and then gripped my jaw—not too hard to hurt me, but too intense to show his claim on me. "You like it, Kai… You like dangerous things. You like this… You like me…"
My mind was clouded, but I wanted as badly to get away from his dominance, so I tried to kick. But before I could do something, before my legs get freed from his, before I utter my denial, and before I drive him away—his lips claimed mine.
I froze. Every sensible thoughts in my head disappeared. My own body denied my defiance. My wall crumbled like a fallen castle. He completely dominated me with a single kiss.
His lips grazed mine. Not gentle, not soft. His kisses were meant to claim his possession. His kisses were meant to punish. To bruise—not only my lips, but my pride. So I would understand that I am his.
"Hmm!" I groaned against his lips as my hand gripped his shirt, twisting it in my fist. His tongue explored my mouth, devouring me whole, igniting a sensual war I couldn't resist.
His hand traveled inside my shirt, caressing my stomach—driving me crazier.
"You have no idea…" His lips traveled to my jaw, licking my skin like he's marking me. "...how I wanted to shut you up like this…"
My back arched when his lips touched my neck, sucking me there. A moan escaped my lips as I ruffled his hair—my fingers entangled against the soft strands.
He's right. I wanted this… I don't have any idea how we ended up in my bed like this, but I want this. I crave this…
"M-More…" My lips trembled as I demanded.
He stopped kissing, and his eyes at me, dangerous. His jaw tensed. "You have no right to demand when you're denying your cravings, little sly fox. I will do whatever I want with your body, and you'll submit to me like a good puppy."
My breath entangled as I looked at him with eyes so drunk with desire. "P-Please…."
The corner of his lips rose into a triumphant smirk before he dipped his head, and claimed my lips again—his kisses were more intense now, more dominant.
When his lips traveled down—I lost it once again.
"Ha!" I inhaled sharply when he suddenly lifted my shirt, and his tongue teased my bud.
My lips trembled when he bit it, and I cried in pleasure. "M-More… Zane…harder… Bite me…harder…"
He gripped my waist as he kneeled between my parted legs. Intense desire danced in his eyes as he licked my inner thigh while looking straight into my eyes, his hand gripping my leg over his shoulder.
"I told you, you have no right to demand, Montclair." He gritted his teeth, and in one swift move—he filled me. "You don't get to set the pace, I do."
I cried in both pain and pleasure until I woke up panting and heart hammering inside my chest. I was sitting on the bed—alone, sweaty, burning.
Dream. I never had a dream like that before. It was so vivid. It felt surreal—like it actually happened, like I actually tasted it.
Was it my heart's desire, or just my lust taking over my sanity?
I gripped the blanket, and messed my hair up—damp from sweat. My finger gently caressed my lips.
"This is crazy…" I groaned in frustration. "I must be insane!"