Sixteen

Vespa

Like a lightning flash, I pulled away from Kai, feeling a shameful, lusty warmth steal over me. My hands trembled at what I'd just done.

Kissing Kai left a sour taste in my mouth and a weakness that crippled me as if I was somehow complete now that we’d kissed.

He looked smug by my reaction, smiling like a cat that got the cream, pleased with himself that he’d successfully seduced me into his arms.

His lustful eyes blazed, and his full lips, damn them, were so inviting like a French movie star.

"You shouldn't have kissed me," I stammered.

Kai tipped his head back and laughed really hard, the first time I ever heard him laugh, unlike the smirk he usually sported. Now, his face lit up like an explosion, making me shiver with desire, guilt, and anger.

Was I so sex-deprived that I couldn't even stop myself when this bloodthirsty predator kissed me?

“Swear to the moon goddess that you didn't enjoy it. The pleasure was very much mutual. Pity we're not in bed right now. I'd have fuckin