Caught In The Act

~Kai

The second morning I woke up alone in my huge bed, the sheets still smelling faintly of last night’s chaos.

My body ached in the best way, back from the floor, hips from the kitchen counter, and a satisfied soreness that reminded me how wild the night had gotten.

Rhea still wasn’t back. The house felt too quiet without her sarcastic comments or the threat of her dagger.

I stretched, took a long shower, and got dressed for school again. This time I chose something even sharper, a fitted black shirt and dark jeans that made me look like I owned the world.

As I headed downstairs, I checked my phone. No messages from Rhea. Just a couple from Trent hyping up the party from last night.

I grabbed my keys and drove to campus.

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I spent the entire lecture avoiding Seraphima’s stares.

Every time I felt her eyes on me, I looked down at my notes or pretended to be focused on the professor. But I could feel her gaze burning into the side of my head, that arrogant, challenging look that made my pulse quicken.

The second the class ended, she didn’t waste time.

She stood up, walked straight over to my desk, and stopped right in front of me, arms crossed under her chest, pushing her breasts up in that tight blouse.

“What’s wrong with you?” she asked, voice low but sharp enough for the people nearby to glance over. “Do you wanna start ignoring me now that you’ve tasted my pussy? Is that the kind of guy you are?”

I looked up at her slowly, meeting those icy blue eyes. The memory of last night, her moaning on the kitchen counter, her legs wrapped around me flashed through my mind.

I leaned back in my chair, a slow smirk forming on my lips.

“No,” I said calmly. “I’m the kind of guy that eats her until she gets bored and runs away.”

Seraphima’s lips parted slightly. For a second, surprise flashed across her face. Then she recovered, stepping even closer, her voice dropping to a husky whisper.

“I don’t get bored, Kai Lennox.”

The way she said it, confident, almost daring sent heat straight through me.

I stood up, closing the small distance between us, my voice low enough that only she could hear.

“Good. Because I’m nowhere near done with you.”

She held my gaze for a long moment, that arrogant little smile returning to her lips.

“We’ll see about that,” she murmured.

Then she turned and walked away, her hips swaying with every step, leaving me standing there with a racing heart and a very obvious problem in my pants.

This girl was trouble and I was already addicted.

I was heading toward my car in the parking lot, keys in hand, still replaying Seraphima’s words in my head when I heard heels clicking quickly behind me.

“Going home alone without me?”

Her voice was teasing, a little arrogant, exactly the way I was starting to crave.

I turned around and there she was, Seraphima Ashford, blonde hair catching the afternoon light, that short navy skirt showing off her long legs, and a confident smile on her face.

I raised an eyebrow, smirking. “You wanna come to my house?”

She didn’t hesitate.

“Yes.”

Just like that. No games. No pretending.

My pulse kicked up. I opened the passenger door for her like a gentleman, watching as she slid in, her skirt riding up her thighs. I got into the driver’s seat, started the engine, and pulled out of the lot.

The drive was quiet at first, tension thick in the air. I kept stealing glances at her, the way she sat with her legs crossed, the curve of her breasts under that blouse, the way she bit her lip like she was already thinking about what was going to happen.

I finally broke the silence, voice low.

“You know my bodyguard might be home. She’s… not exactly friendly when it comes to visitors.”

Seraphima turned to me, that arrogant little smile returning.

“Then I guess you’ll have to keep me quiet, won’t you?”

I laughed softly, gripping the steering wheel tighter.

We couldn’t even make it past the front door.

The second we stepped inside the estate, she grabbed my shirt and pulled me into a hungry kiss.

I slammed the door shut behind us and backed her up against the nearest wall in the sitting room, hands roaming down her body as our mouths crashed together.

She moaned into the kiss, her fingers tangling in my hair as I pressed my body against hers, already hard again. My hands slid under her skirt, gripping her ass and lifting her slightly so I could grind against her.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” I groaned against her lips, biting her bottom lip before kissing her deeper.

Seraphima moaned louder, her leg wrapping around my waist as she rocked against me.

We were lost in it, tongues sliding, hands groping, heavy breathing filling the room when the front door suddenly opened.

I froze.

Rhea walked in.

She wasn’t supposed to be back yet. Her eyes widened in shock as she took in the scene, me with my hands all over Seraphima, both of us flushed and clearly in the middle of something very heated.

Whatever she was holding, a small bag slipped from her fingers and hit the floor with a soft thud.

Seraphima pulled back slightly, still pressed against me, and looked over at Rhea with a mix of surprise and amusement.

She let out a soft laugh. “You weren’t joking when you said you had a bodyguard… especially the she part.”

Rhea’s expression hardened instantly. Her hazel eyes flicked from Seraphima to me, then back to Seraphima, taking in the short skirt, the flushed cheeks, the way my hands were still on her.

The silence was deafening.

I swallowed hard, heart pounding. “Rhea… you’re back early.”

Rhea’s jaw tightened. She didn’t say a word at first. She just stared, the temperature in the room dropping several degrees.

Seraphima, still in my arms, raised an eyebrow and smirked slightly, clearly enjoying the drama.

This was about to get very messy.

Rhea didn’t say a single word.

She just stared at us for a long, icy second, then turned on her heel and walked straight upstairs toward her room. The sound of her boots on the marble stairs echoed like gunshots.

The second her door slammed shut, the tension in the room exploded.

Seraphima was still pressed against me, breathing hard, her hand still on my chest.

I gently but firmly pushed her back.

“You need to go home. Now,” I said, voice low but serious.

She blinked, then smiled like she thought I was joking.

“No way. You can’t leave me this horny,” she purred, her hand sliding down toward my obvious bulge. “Let me finish what we started…”

I grabbed her wrist, stopping her.

“Seraphima. Go home!”

She frowned, clearly not used to being told no.

I raised my voice, sharper this time. “I said go home. Now.”

Her eyes widened. For the first time, she looked a little scared, not of me physically, but of the sudden change in my tone.

She stepped back, quickly gathered her things, and without another word, walked out the front door.

The moment the door closed behind her, I let out a frustrated groan.

My cock was still rock hard, throbbing painfully in my pants. The frustration from the interrupted moment, mixed with the look on Rhea’s face when she walked in, hit me like a truck.

I rubbed my hard on through my jeans once, then swung my fist hard into the big television on the wall.

The screen cracked with a loud crunch, glass spiderwebbing from the impact.

“Fuck!” I shouted, shaking out my hand.

Pain shot through my knuckles, but it felt good, a distraction from the mess I’d just made.

Rhea was upstairs.

And I had no idea how to fix this.