The air in the room felt heavy, charged with the scent of my own release and Kai's raw, masculine hunger. I lay there, trembling on the charcoal silk, my legs still draped over his shoulders.
Kai looked down at me, his eyes dark and unreadable. He could see the fear in my eyes, the way my chest heaved as I tried to find my breath. He knew. He knew Marcus had never crossed this line.
"You're shaking, Little Fox," Kai murmured, his voice a low, dangerous rumble.
"I... I've never..." I couldn't even finish the sentence. The humiliation was too great.
Kai's grip on my thighs tightened. "I know. I can see the innocence clinging to you like a shroud. It's the only thing in this world that hasn't been corrupted yet." He leaned down, his face inches from mine. "Until tonight."
He didn't use a condom. He didn't ask for permission. He positioned his massive, throbbing length against my narrow entrance. He was too big, too hard, and far too ruthless.
"Kai, please," I whispered, my hands catching on his forearms. "Wait, I—"
"No more waiting," he growled.
He lunged forward.
A sharp, searing pain exploded through my lower body. It felt like I was being torn apart. I let out a choked scream, my back arching off the bed as the barrier of my virginity was shattered in one brutal, uncaring thrust.
"Stop! It hurts!" I sobbed, my fingers digging into the skin of his arms until I drew blood.
Kai froze for a split second, his muscles corded and straining as he buried himself deep inside me. He let out a low, pained groan, his forehead dropping against mine. I could feel the heat of him, the way he filled me so completely it felt like I was bursting.
"Don't move," he hissed through gritted teeth. His voice wasn't gentle; it was a command for survival. "The pain is the price of entry, Amara. Breathe through it."
He stayed still, letting my body adjust to his size, but his eyes were fixed on the sheets beneath us. A small, dark stain of crimson was blooming on the charcoal silk. My blood. The final proof of the transaction.
"Look," Kai whispered, forcing my chin up so I had to see it. "The contract is signed in ink, but it's sealed in this. You belong to me now. Every drop of you."
As the initial sharp sting began to dull into a heavy, throbbing ache, Kai began to move. He didn't start slow. He pulled back and slammed into me again, his movements rhythmic and punishing.
Each thrust sent a jolt through my spine. It was a strange, twisted sensation—a mixture of the lingering pain and a new, rising heat that started to coil in my gut. I hated him for what he was doing, but I couldn't stop my body from clutching at him, trying to find a rhythm in the chaos.
"Tell me," Kai gasped, his pace becoming faster, his sweat dripping onto my skin. "Does Marcus feel like this? Does he feel like a god inside you?"
"I... I hate you!" I cried out, my voice breaking as the pleasure started to overtake the pain.
"Good!" Kai roared, his thrusts becoming shallow and frantic. "Hate me! Scream for me! Just don't you dare forget who broke you!"
He hit a spot deep inside me that made my toes curl and my head snap back. My vision went white. I felt the muscles of my walls clenching around him in a desperate, frantic rhythm. Kai let out a guttural, animalistic growl as he reached his limit.
He buried himself one last time, pinning me to the bed with his full weight as he emptied himself inside me. I felt the heat of his seed, a warm, pulsing invasion that signaled the absolute end of my old life.
I lay there, limp and broken, my breath coming in ragged sobs. Kai didn't pull away immediately. He stayed buried inside me, his heart thundering against my chest like a war drum.
He leaned down and bit my shoulder, not hard enough to bleed, but hard enough to leave a mark that would turn purple by morning.
"Now," Kai whispered into my skin, his voice cold once again. "Now the marriage has truly begun."