33. CHAPTER 33

33

KAI

My alarm on my phone wakes me before I’m ready to leave the deep slumber of sleep. I bury my head into my pillow, refusing to acknowledge it’s a new day. I don’t want to face anyone today, not after what happened yesterday. What Dima and Lev must think of me is a question I’m not too keen on exploring.

I turn my head to the side to see Jules still asleep, looking more angelic than he really is. I decide to let him sleep a little longer, and get up to go take a piss before my bladder bursts all over the bed. After relieving myself, I wash my hands and brush my teeth so I don’t kill Jules with morning breath. I look at myself in the mirror and see the hickeys on my body are fading fast, the bruising around my neck is more subtle. I don’t like the idea of his marks on my skin disappearing. I hate that it erases his touch. I enjoyed the soreness and the bold statement they represented, of ownership. I’m so lost in thoughts as I rub each mark while I stare at my reflection, I fail to notice Jules walking up behind me until he grabs me around the waist.

“Admiring yourself?” he teases as he kisses my shoulders.

“They’re fading.”

He looks up into the mirror and scans my body, he strokes his fingertips over each fading mark, like he’s committing them to memory.

“I’ll just have to give you more. Can’t have you walking around unmarked, can we?”

Jules catches my eyes in the mirror and smirks at me with a look so sultry, I almost feel shy.

“Want me to put my stamp back on you? Hmm?”

Again, I get swept up in the bubble that’s all Jules. Nodding my head frantically in agreement, as I can’t find my voice to speak. Too needy for him to get started.

“Turn around,” he whisper growls, that deep voice causing my eyes to roll back with how sexy he sounds.

I turn and Jules buries his face in my neck, and starts to suck. I grab onto his shoulders so tightly, my fingers digging into his flesh to help with the pain. It hurts so fucking good. After he is done with the first, he proceeds to do the same on the front of my throat and the other side of my neck. His lips hold on to my skin so tightly, the uncomfortable pressure has me squirming, and I start pushing his head harder into my skin, needing more. I begin to mewl as he moves down to my torso and repeats this hickey ritual.

“Oh god, Jules. Suck my nipples, mark them too.”

I’m frantic with need, my nipples are so hard, dying to be treated the same way with that talented mouth. Jules doesn’t question and moves down to my left nipple first, but he doesn’t suck, he bites. Hard.

“Fuck!”

That fucking hurts, but as he licks the bite, the sting travels over my body to every erogenous zone. Goosebumps cover every inch of me as he sucks around the buds, it’s borderline too much. He moves over to my other nipple and treats it the exact same, I look down and see a speckle of blood on one of my nipples from the bite and it turns me on even more.

“I’m bleeding,” I rasp. Jules looks up at me from under those thick lashes.

“Only a little. Your blood on my tongue tastes so fucking good.”

My head falls back on a moan at his words, his mouth assaults me further, down to my stomach, the suction is so hard all the tenderness I’ve missed returns, filling me with happiness.

“Now you look perfect again,” he says as he stands in front of me, inspecting his work. I spin around and look back in the mirror and my eyes widen. These hickeys are larger and angrier than the last ones. I love them. My new favorite outfit. My nipples are red raw and swollen, when I touch them I wince. Having material rub against them today is going to hurt, but it’ll be a reminder of Jules. How he owns me.

“Get that sexy ass of yours ready. We’re late as it is.”

“Do I have to leave the house? I’m gonna die of shame when I see the guys.”

“Yes you do have to leave the house. Deal with it.”

“Whatever.”

Jules grabs my balls and yanks on them hard.

“Ow, what the hell?”

“Attitude, sweetheart. I’ve already warned you twice now.”

“Okay, but can you let go?”

Jules grins and walks out of the bathroom, leaving me sore, horny, and a total bitch in heat for him.

Half an hour later, Jules and I are walking into the main house, where we’re greeted by Aaron. He leaps out of his seat, excitement sparkles in those big brown eyes, and I’ve no idea why he is so happy to see us.

“Oh man, Jules, that was fucking epic yesterday. I haven’t even washed the blood off Steve yet as it looks so pretty.”

“Happy to entertain,” Jules says, his voice level as he shrugs his shoulders.

“Why? What happened yesterday?” I ask, totally confused.

Aaron is behaving like an excitable puppy, and its freakin’ me the fuck out.

“You didn’t tell him, Jules?”

“Wasn’t important,” Jules says with another shrug, before heading over to the counter to make a coffee.

“Can someone fill me in?” I ask.

“So your man, he fucked up that dude who called you a pussy. It was so awesome, and pretty hot. My Steve is no longer a virgin.”

“Wait! He what now? Jules? What did you do?” I ask, nervous of the response, but weirdly excited if the butterflies in my stomach are anything to go by. Now that’s odd.

“He’s not dead, if that’s what you’re asking. Even if he deserved it. I just taught him a lesson.”

“With Aaron’s switchblade?”

“He’s called Steve,” Aaron says.

“Let’s just say he won’t be able to use his left hand for a long time,” Lev says as he fills two cups of coffee, while I stand here dumbfounded. He hurt the guy for me. I’m annoyed as my ego takes a hit that he had to do this in my honor, but the flutter in my heart at how romantic the gesture was overtakes the bad. What the hell is wrong with me? Have I been here too long?

I walk over to Jules and hold his face in my hands.

“You did that for me?” I whisper, too emotional to talk loudly.

“I’d do more than that. I look after what’s mine. I’d cover the streets in blood for you, Kai.”

“That’s the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard,” I say, as I lean in to kiss him softly.

“Lev has said more romantic things than that, but I get it. It’s hot when they hurt others for you,” Aaron says as I laugh at his skewed view of the world.

“For fucks sake, what did I say about making out in my house? Quit it,” Dima says as he walks into the kitchen with Seb.

“Stop moaning, D. You’re like that with me all the time,” Seb says.

“Yes, but it’s my house.”

Seb rolls his eyes, sighing in defeat at Dima’s broody nature.

“Roll those eyes again, beautiful and see what happens,” Dima says, but Seb just smiles and pecks Dima on the lips before sitting at the kitchen table, unaffected by the threat.

Still lost in the land of fairies that Jules did that for me, harmed another in my name, I forget that I may be in trouble for yesterday. Before Dima brings my ass back to planet Earth.

“Kai. Stop staring at Jules like that and tell me what the fuck happened yesterday?” Dima says.

“D, don’t go hard on him,” Seb says.

“Seb, stay out of it. This is business. So, Kai, explain,” Dima says, as he crosses his arms. He’s so fucking intimidating, it would be easy to curl up and hide away. His piercing eyes don’t blink as they sear into my soul. There’s no mercy or empathy in his tone. Not that I expected there to be.

“I don’t know. I thought I could handle that side of things, but I started to feel off and I just couldn’t cope with it.”

“You should’ve said something beforehand. You completely derailed the whole interrogation. Fortunately it was Carlos, but it would’ve been very difficult if we’d had someone else in there. You’re gonna have to find a way to deal with it or you’ll be no use to us.”

“I can’t go back home,” I say, pleading that they don’t get rid of me.

“Who said you would be going back home?”

“Dima…” Jules growls.

“Do you not listen, Jules? You’re employed by us. I couldn’t give a fuck if you’re screwing each other. You’re treated all the same. You were hardly any better down there, reacting like a possessive boyfriend.”

“That’s fucking rich coming from you. You seem to forget what your husband got us all involved in,” Jules says, and I’m horrified. What the hell is he doing?

Dima walks towards Jules and gets in his face, his hands grab onto Jules’s shirt, making sure he can’t move.

“I would watch that fucking mouth of yours. I’ve allowed you enough leeway when it comes to Kai. But no more,” Dima says before shoving Jules in the chest. I rush to Jules’s side, and hold his hand in mine.

“Leave it, Jules. It’s not worth it.”

“See? Listen to your boyfriend. I wanna see you in my office in an hour, Jules. We have shit to discuss,” Dima says before turning on his heel and leaving the room. Seb quietly gets up to go and follow him, and Aaron sits watching, while filling his mouth with cereal, enjoying the show being put on for him.

“Jules, don’t risk anything for me.”

“Shut up, Kai. It’s too late for all that, I’d risk everything for you, so get used to it.”

“Can I do anything? Maybe talk to Dima?”

“No. Leave it to me. But you can go and call your mom.”

I nod quietly and kiss his cheek, before quietly walking out of the kitchen to our house. I’m so emotional right now, everything I feel for Jules is bubbling to the surface and I can’t control it. I don’t want to call my mom as she’ll know something is wrong. But I promised Jules I would. I’m awful at lying, but it’s not the right time to tell her about the Kozlovs or what’s transpired between me and Jules. Let’s just hope I can sidestep any questions that may give me away.