They didn't go home right after.
Alexis didn't know what she was thinking when she let Kai take her hand, lead her into his car, and drive through the city like it wasn't the middle of the afternoon.
Like he hadn't just wrecked her in an alley and left her panties torn behind a dumpster.
He didn't talk. He didn't need to.
There was something charged in the air. Electric. Heavy.
She should've been the first to break the silence.
But when he pulled into the driveway of that massive, cold mansion she swore she wouldn't go back to, she didn't say no.
The second the door shut, he was on her again.
His hands were in her hair, his mouth trailing hot down her throat, and she hated how easy it was to melt.
To fall back into his rhythm. To let him undress her like she was his.
He stripped her slowly like punishment. Like he wanted her to feel every second of it.
Her blouse slipped down her shoulders, her bra unclasped with one flick of his hand. He dropped to his knees, tugging her skirt down, eyes glued to her skin like it was his last goddamn meal.
"Upstairs," she managed to whisper, breathless.
But he shook his head. "No. Right here."
Right there, on the marble floor of his hallway.
He laid her down like something precious, then ruined her.
His mouth was wicked. Kisses that bruised. Tongue that teased.
She cried out when he pushed her thighs apart, when he buried his face between her legs like he had nothing else to worship.
And maybe he didn't.
"You taste better than anything in this world," he groaned against her.
She gripped the cold floor, back arching. "Kai..."
He didn't stop. Not when she gasped. Not when she came. Not even after.
He dragged her to the edge again, then slid two fingers inside her, fucking her slow while his tongue circled her clit like he had all the time in the world.
She lost count of how many times she fell apart.
He didn't.
When she was panting, eyes glazed, skin slick with sweat, he stood, unbuckled his belt, and pulled her up.
"On your knees."
She didn't argue.
She took him into her mouth, slow and deep, her hands on his thighs as he gripped her hair tight.
He groaned, low and guttural, when she moaned around him.
"Fuck, Alexis..."
It was messy. Hot. Addictive.
And when he came, his hand tightened in her hair, his other fisting the wall behind her.
But he wasn't done.
He lifted her again, carried her to the living room, dropped onto the couch with her in his lap, and slid into her like it was the only place he belonged.
"Don't run," he growled into her ear.
"I'm not running," she whispered, grinding down harder.
He looked up at her then, really looked.
And for the first time, his voice cracked just a little.
"You drive me insane."
She kissed him, bit his bottom lip, and whispered, "Good."
They moved together in that velvet rhythm, slow, deep, relentless. Her nails dragged down his chest. His hands locked on her waist. Her head fell back as another orgasm tore through her.
And still he chased more.
More of her.
More of this.
Because this wasn't just sex anymore. It hadn't been for a long time.
She slept in his bed that night. Naked. Twisted in his sheets.
And for the first time, Kai watched her sleep.
Just watched.
Silent. Obsessive.
His fingers brushed over her cheek, slow and barely there.
"She has no idea what she's doing to me."
And he wasn't sure if that terrified him…
…or thrilled him more.