Kai pulled out of me with a wet sound that made my cheeks burn, his come and my wetness leaking down my thighs in warm, sticky trails. My legs were shaking so badly I could barely stand. Before I could even straighten up, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me away from the kitchen counter.
“Guest room,” he whispered, voice low and urgent. “Now.”
My heart slammed against my ribs as he led me down the hallway, both of us moving as quietly as we could. The house was silent except for the faint creak of the floorboards under our feet and the distant sound of my stepbrother’s snoring from his room at the end of the hall. Every step felt dangerous. Every breath felt too loud. The risk made everything sharper — the cool air on my bare skin, the way my p***y still throbbed and leaked, the grip of Ka
