“Come!” he roars.
My body takes over, listening to his command, my pussy convulsing as his hips jerk then still.
His forehead lowers to mine. “Yes, you’re going to be punished. That time, I didn’t use a condom,” he says, but I hear no anger.
My eyes slowly open, my orgasm still floating through my system, making it hard to focus. His hand comes up, running from my temple down along the underside of my jaw. I lean in towards his touch and sigh when he pulls me away from the wall and back under the water.
“I’m clean,” I mumble as the haze clears.
His hold tightens, and my arms slide farther around his shoulders as my ankles lock behind him.
“Not worried about that.”
“We will be more careful.”
He shakes his head, pulling out of me and setting me gently on the floor once again.
“The first chance I get, I’ll get on birth control.”
“We have a lot to learn about each other.” His hand cups my cheek. Then he lowers his head, placing a kiss on my lips. “And if the gods are in our favor, a lifetime to do it in.”
I like that a lot. I like that he wants this thing between us to work. “You’re pretty amazing,” I tell him honestly, feeling the warmth that is always in my stomach engulf me.
“It means a lot that you believe that.”
His words catch me off guard, and I search his eyes for understanding. He carries himself with an air of confidence that is almost intimidating. Since I met him, he has seemed so sure of every single thing he has done, even things that have put a strain on our relationship.
“You don’t believe that?” I question as he begins washing me up again.
His hands pause, and I can see that he’s really thinking about how to respond. “Like I have told you before, I have never taken anyone else’s opinion into consideration, good, bad, or indifferent. In my business, it’s about how you respond to each and every situation. There has never been a time that I have considered someone’s opinion of me.”
“What about when you have dated?” I ask even though the thought of him with anyone else makes me feel uncomfortable.
“You’re the first woman whose opinion of me I’ve cared about. I was never concerned with an assessment of the kind of man I am from the women I have been with before you.”
“It seems like you’ve closed yourself off from everyone,” I whisper sadly.
“It comes with the territory. I’m not talking about my family or even some of my men, but with others, you never know who could turn on you. You never know if the man who is laughing, showing you pictures of his children, is poisoning your drink behind your back.”
His words cause a wave of sadness to crash over me. I can’t imagine living my life in a constant state of worry, having to be on guard at all times. Without even thinking, I wrap my arms around him and burrow my face into his chest.
“I’m so sorry,” I tell him, and his arms, which have wrapped around me, tighten.
“It’s not going to be forever, Myla. I have been working to make sure that I will not have years of this left. When my kids come into this world, they will be able to live normal lives, never knowing about the life their father led before them. It’s important for me that you understand that as well. This is not going to be forever. There will come a time when the house is just ours and there are not going to be others around on a constant basis. I hated having guards when I was growing up. It wasn’t a good feeling when I went to speak with my father only to have one of his men stop me. I don’t want that for my children, and I don’t want that for you.”
“I never thought about that.”
Since I have been with Kai, there has always been someone around, and I have known since day one what they were here for, but I honestly never really thought about what their roles were in being around, never put much thought into why exactly they were here. And now that he has me thinking of it, I wouldn’t want my kids to grow up with constant guards either.
I kiss his chest then step back. He turns off the water and opens the shower door. Then I follow him out, and he wraps a towel around me. I watch as he dries himself off and turns his head to look at me.
“I normally find it annoying that there are people around all the time. But I think I might find them useful tonight,” he mutters.
“Pardon?”
“I only have a few condoms, and they can run to the pharmacy.”
“You wouldn’t,” I gasp.
He kisses the frown off my face then swoops me up into his arms, making me scream out and clutch his shoulders. “I would.” He smiles, tossing me onto the bed before following me down.