Page 21 of They Call Me Wicked
“That’s right. Just the one.” My tone is chipper and gleeful as I ready myself to inflict fucking torture upon my three newest squatters, slash roommates, doing my best to refrain from rubbing my palms together like an evil villain.
If I’m stuck in this situation, I might as well try to have fun with it, right?
I stop in front of the door, hesitating only for a moment before swinging it open and stepping aside. “Welcome home, guys! I do hope you have a lovely stay at Wicked’s Bed and Breakfast.”
“Uh. It’s uh.” Kai’s voice cracks and strains as he tries to be polite and laughter threatens to bubble from my throat. “It’s…awesome. Like, so awesome.”
He’s a liar. Plain and simple. And I don’t need my gift to know it. I know exactly what he’s looking at and it definitely isn’t awesome. It’s my nana’s old room before she went to the assisted living center and her decorating skills are more than questionable. More like downright terrible.
The room is a mixture of two very contrasting styles. Part of it is pure old lady, with floral patterns everywhere and weird reddish-pink carpet, with Precious Moments figurines and baskets full of knitting. The other part of it resembles the inside of a cliché fortune teller’s shop, with candles and long swaths of cloth everywhere. Little bottles of weird looking items adorn every shelf and nook, some containing eyeballs and shit like that, and some containing unidentifiable liquids and pastes. Beads hang from the ceiling, walls, and windows, and a collection of crystals and rocks seems to be laid out everywhere. There are even creepy statues in the corners, ones that always seem like they’re staring directly at you, no matter where you are.
In short, it’s a fucking nightmare. I never stepped foot in here, even while Nana lived here.
“I’m glad you like it!” I jump up in place, clapping my hands together in exaggerated excitement. “I’msosorry there’s only the one bed for you guys. You’ll just have to share. But at least it’s a king!”
Ezra’s calm energy moves into the room completely unfazed and I pout. I thought for sure this would at least pull something from him. But no. He simply deposits his bag somewhere on the floor and collapses onto the bed. In two seconds flat the man is asleep, his breathing evening out like he’s completely at home here.
“Uhh…is he, like, super tired or something?” I’m so confused.
“Nah, that’s just Ezra. He gets the rest when he can. He’s like a dog, really. He can fall asleep anywhere, at any time. He once fell asleep in one of those metal outdoor chairs at a cafe while we were on a stakeout, I’m talking full on snoring and drool everywhere. But as soon as the guy we were waiting for surfaced from his building, he was alert and ready like nothing happened at all. It’s weird really.” Kai follows him into the room and deposits his bag around where Ezra left his as he speaks, before coming back towards me. “So, what do you wanna do?”
His aura presses in close to me where I’m leaned against the doorframe and I take in a shocked breath. His hand reaches up, tugging on a strand of my hair as his vibrations radiate lust.
Oh fuck.
I almost completely forgot that this is Kai fucking Zhao. Master of the art of seduction and collector of conquests. Living under my roof. In my house. Only one door away from my own room.
Oh, no.
Oh, shit.
Oh, fuck.
I’ve resisted this long because I can avoid him. Now? I’m so fucked. Literally. I will be so fucking fucked.
By Kai.
I’ll be fucking Kai.
Just to make that clear.
I cough, trying to dispel the feelings of arousal currently encircling my lady bits, before slowly inching my way further into the hall. Kai only follows my movements, amusement flaring up from his aura.
“Wicked…” He trails off as he gets closer, an inferno blazing in the air between us as his intentions melt off of him in waves. His mental vibrations continue to sharpen in clarity as they pulse towards me.
Me bent over in front of him. Me on my knees for him. Me on top of him with an expression of pure bliss on my face.
My body tightens and coils as he presses in, his form just barely brushing against mine as he once more finds a lock of my hair. This time, he tugs it harder and my thighs clench closed, seeking friction of any sort at the very sensual spike of pain it brings.
“I uh…”
I’m about two seconds from pouncing on him and the motherfucker only just got here! So I do what any sane woman would do in my situation. I run.
“Where ya goin’, Wicked? I just wanted to talk!” He laughs as I reach my room and slam the door shut behind me. Breathing heavily, I lean against the thick wood, listening as he absolutely loses his shit in a fit of laughter while he moves towards the front of the house.
Need continues to pulse through me as I stand there wondering what the fuck kind of situation I just found myself in. It doesn’t abate, it doesn’t ease. Not as the thoughts of Kai’s sinfully seductive mental broadcasts continue to run through my head, somehow evolving and changing to the overbearing, purely lustful, and promisingly destructive moment with Nic earlier.
I can’t help it when I shift my feet, my jeans rubbing between my legs in just the right spot, a moan threatening to leave my throat. Pin needles prickle over my skin as it flushes, heat rising, threatening to catch me afire.