Protected part 4

I left the terrace doors open again.

This time I didn’t pretend to sleep.

I sat up in bed when I heard the soft click of the latch, T-shirt already pushed up around my waist, legs slightly parted in the dark. Kai stepped inside and stopped cold when he saw me waiting.

The city light cut across his face. His eyes dropped to the bare skin between my thighs, then climbed slowly back up.

“You’re not going to lock them, are you?” he asked, voice low.

“No.”

He shut the doors behind him with a quiet finality and crossed the room. When he reached the bed he didn’t sit. He stood over me, looking down like he was still giving himself one last chance to walk away.

I rose onto my knees, reached for his belt, and unbuckled it.

This time he didn’t stop me.

I dragged the zipper down and freed him. He was already hard—thick, heavy, the head slick with precum. I wrapped my fingers around the shaft and stroked him once, slow, from base to tip. A low sound left his throat.

“Maya—”

I leaned forward and took him into my mouth.

Kai’s hand immediately fisted in my hair. Not pushing. Just holding. I sank down as far as I could, tongue pressing against the underside, and sucked. The clean, salty taste of him filled my mouth. I stroked what I couldn’t fit with one hand while I worked him with my lips and tongue, wet sounds filling the quiet bedroom.

“Fuck,” he muttered. His hips flexed once, controlled, like he was fighting the urge to thrust. “Look at me while you do that.”

I looked up. His eyes were nearly black, jaw tight, the muscles in his forearm standing out where he gripped my hair. I hollowed my cheeks and took him deeper. Spit slipped down his shaft. I used it to stroke him faster, twisting my wrist on every upstroke while I sucked the head hard.

He let me work him for another minute before he pulled me off with a rough sound.

“On your back.”

I lay back. He dragged the T-shirt the rest of the way off me and tossed it aside. For a second he just looked—bare breasts, tight nipples, the wet shine between my legs. Then he lowered his head and closed his mouth over one nipple.

The heat of his tongue made me arch. He sucked hard, teeth grazing, while his hand cupped the other breast and rolled the nipple between his fingers. I moaned, fingers sliding into his hair. He switched sides, sucking the other nipple until it was stiff and wet and throbbing, then dragged his mouth lower.

He didn’t linger.

Kai shoved my thighs open, settled between them, and pushed two fingers inside me again—just long enough to feel how soaked I was—before he replaced them with the thick head of his cock.

He held my eyes as he pushed in.

The stretch was intense. I gasped, nails digging into his shoulders, while he filled me in one slow, relentless thrust until he was buried to the hilt. He stayed there for a moment, breathing hard, giving me time to adjust to the size of him.

Then he started fucking me.

Deep, hard strokes that dragged against every sensitive place inside me. The wet sound of it was filthy and loud in the quiet room. Every time he bottomed out I felt it in my stomach. He braced himself on one forearm and used the other hand to pin both my wrists above my head, holding me there while he drove into me.

“This what you wanted?” he rasped against my mouth. “Your bodyguard’s cock buried in you?”

“Yes—”

He fucked me harder. The headboard knocked softly against the wall. My breasts bounced with every thrust. He lowered his head and sucked one nipple back into his mouth, teeth scraping, tongue flicking, while his hips kept that deep, punishing rhythm.

I came hard, sudden, cunt clenching around him in waves. He groaned against my breast and kept thrusting through it, chasing his own release. When he finally came it was with a low, broken sound, buried as deep as he could go, pulsing inside me.

We stayed locked together for a long moment, both breathing hard.

Then he pulled out slowly. I felt the warm slide of him leaving, the mess he’d left behind. He looked down at it—his cum already starting to leak out of me—and something dark and possessive moved through his expression.

Kai reached between my legs and pushed two fingers back inside, stroking through the wetness, mixing it. “You’re going to feel this tomorrow,” he said quietly. “Every time you sit down. Every time you walk. You’re going to remember exactly who put it there.”

I was still trembling when he leaned down and kissed me again—slower this time, deeper. His fingers kept moving lazily inside me, stroking, like he wasn’t finished claiming what he’d just taken.

When he finally pulled his hand free he brought the shiny fingers to my mouth. I sucked them clean without being told.

Kai watched me do it, eyes heavy-lidded, already starting to harden again.

“We’re not done,” he said.

He wasn’t wrong.

An hour later he had me on my hands and knees in the middle of the bed, one hand fisted in my hair, the other gripping my hip hard enough to bruise, while he fucked me from behind with long, deep strokes that made the headboard slam. I came twice more before he finally spilled inside me a second time, forehead pressed to the back of my neck, breathing like he’d run miles.

When we finally collapsed, he pulled me against his chest and kept one heavy arm locked around my waist like he was afraid I might disappear.

I didn’t.

I stayed right there, sore, marked, and completely unwilling to pretend this had been a mistake.

Outside the terrace doors, the city kept moving.

Inside, the only sound left was the steady beat of his heart against my back and the quiet, filthy knowledge that my bodyguard had just ruined me for anyone else.