32. Aiyana

Chapter thirty-two

Aiyana

" W ell, I'm glad I finally got to meet Luca tonight. I've watched a few of his games," I tell Kat as we head into our room. We landed in New York just before the game started, and Luca picked the four of us up for dinner and drinks at a Korean karaoke bar.

"Yeah, he was really nice, but nothing like I had expected him to be. He and Ale are so different from one another, it's hard to believe they're only a year apart," she tells me.

I nod in agreement, setting my things down on the bed furthest from the door. "Yeah, he's cute though." I wink. "He's the kind of guy I could get myself into a lot of trouble with," I tell her, waggling my eyebrows suggestively.

She laughs. "You definitely could, but Kas would have a cow." My breath gets lodged in my lungs as her words hang in the air, but she quickly adds, "I saw the way he shot daggers at the back of his head when you started flirting with him. I think my brother's got a crush on you." I shake my head, refuting what she's said, but she gets up to get ready for bed before I can say anything back.

***

Not long after Ale came to retrieve Kat for a walk or whatever the kids are calling it these days, I get a text from Kas, just like I had expected.

Kas

Were you flirting with Luca tonight to make me jealous?

I roll my eyes—male egos.

So what if I was, what're you gonna do about it?

Kas

I'll come over there and show you.

Heat rips through me, the thrill of having Kas all to myself tonight sending an ache between my legs.

Kas

You need to be punished for being a bad girl, little viper.

God, is it fucking hot in this room? My skin is on fire, and he isn't even here.

Before I can respond, there's a knock at the door. I get up on shaky legs and head over to it, checking that it's him before answering. He barges through, slamming it shut and locking it behind him.

Kas throws the extra lock over it so no one can get in, even with a key, and wraps a hand around my waist, tugging me to him as his other hand snakes up to cup my breast. He feels for the hard bud and tugs on it, sending a jolt of electricity through me before his hand comes up to wrap around my throat.

He rests his forehead against mine, eyes lit with something simmering beneath the surface as he stares me down in such close proximity.

His grip around my throat tightens, and wetness floods my core, making me contract around nothing. "You think you're so funny, huh?" he asks, humor absent from his voice. It's rough and intoxicating as his minty breath skates over my lips, and my hands instinctively grip his hard biceps.

He tsks at me. "Such a bad girl, little viper. We agreed." The hand around my waist skates down to cup me. "This tight little pussy is all mine. So you're gonna learn a lesson about flirting with other men, yeah?" he asks me, and I nod, anticipating the best fuck of my life based on the way his heated gaze is boring into me right now. Rough sex has always been my favorite poison.

He lifts me up, and my legs wind around his trim waist. He walks us over to the bed, depositing me on it before his deft fingers find the waistband of my leggings, yanking my panties down with them as he tosses them into the corner of the room. "Stand up and bend over the bed," he grunts roughly, "and hold on."

God, why is he so fucking hot like this?

I do as he says, my ass facing him as I'm still wearing the jersey I put on for every game. He grips the back of it. "You're wearing my jersey and flirting with another man?" he asks, sounding fired up. Gripping my hip, he releases his hold on my top and angles his cock against my center, foregoing all foreplay, though I'm fucking soaked as is. "Hold on, little viper, you're gonna pay for that," he tells me as his hips slam into me, stretching me so wide that I have no choice but to slump against the bed.

"Oh god," I moan, unable to stop myself. His hand tugs roughly on my braid, wrapping it around his fist as he tugs my head back sharply, the pain searing my scalp and sending another jolt of pleasure to my core.

He's bent over me, groaning in my ear, his grip tightening with every thrust as I clamp down on his cock, milking every inch of his impressive length. "You like that, huh? Getting fucked like a little slut?" His words should anger me, but I know this game. He's more than aware of what I like in the bedroom, and for some reason, this is absolutely it.

"Yes," I shout, moaning as I grapple for purchase in the sheets, trying to anchor myself somehow. "God, yes, fuck me just like that."

"Are you my little slut, viper?" he asks, his pace becoming erratic. The slapping of our bodies has my chest heaving with need, and his hand slips between us, swirling and pinching on my clit.

"Yes, yes!" I shout. "Yours," I tell him and release a long moan at my words.

My abdomen is clenching, my core is tightening, and my cunt is spasming around him, his hard pace driving me into the mattress as he literally fucks me into it. He releases his hold on my aching scalp and settles for smacking my ass harder than anyone ever has. It hurts so damn bad, but the pain sends a shiver down my spine, my mind getting lost in the sensations. "Oh fuck, yes," I moan, "harder, Kas."

"Say it again," he groans.

"Harder," I tell him as he smacks me, relentlessly pounding into me.

"No," he grunts, "say my fucking name again, Aiyana."

Oh my god—as my name leaves his lips, spoken like an angry-as-hell prayer, I understand why he wants me to do the same.

My body's on fire, and I'm about to come undone, shouting his name as he goes rigid inside me. " Kassian…" The words float away from us, the room going eerily silent as we reach our climax at the same time. It sends me over the edge, heat searing me, making me feel fucking combustible as his hot cum fills me. I feel it pooling out of me, dripping down my thighs.