Hunt for Two. Kai Parker

Kai sprawled back on the floor, his chest heaving, but those familiar sparks of madness already danced in his eyes. He turned his head to me, slow, with that predatory smirk that sent shivers down my spine. "I'll give you a ten-minute head start," he said, voice hoarse, dripping with mockery. "Time's ticking, Dasha." I froze for a second, but adrenaline slammed into my veins. Without thinking, I leapt up, grabbed the scraps of clothes — the ones Kai had dressed me in days ago, lying crumpled nearby — and threw the towel over my trembling body as I bolted. I yanked them on, stumbling out of the bathroom. My heart pounded, legs wobbled, but I ran — through dusty corridors, toward the exit of this cursed house. His laughter chased me, echoing, and I couldn't tell if he meant it or if this was just another game. One thing was clear: to him, it meant nothing. The hunt was on. Outside, thank God, stood an old car — probably some granny's, but miracle of miracles, keys dangled inside. I dove behind the wheel, hands shaking so bad I could barely fit the key in the ignition. The engine coughed, sputtered out, and I nearly screamed in panic. A shadow flickered in the rearview mirror — Kai, strolling out, unhurried, certain, like he knew catching me was child's play. I twisted the key again, the engine roared to life, and I floored it. The car lurched forward, kicking up clouds of dust. I didn't look back. Two days later, I sat in a motel somewhere in the next state. The prison world mirrored the real one, just without people. The cheap room reeked of dust, but I could finally breathe easy. He'd left me alone, it seemed. I showered, swapped my clothes for a cute tee and shorts I'd swiped from a roadside shop, and for the first time in ages, I slept without nightmares. When will this end? The question spun in my head, but I shoved it away. Night cloaked the room in thick silence. I slept, curled under a thin blanket, when something shifted — the air turned dense, cold, like someone cracked a window in winter. My eyes snapped open, heart plummeting. He was here. Kai lay beside me, stretched out on his side, head propped on his hand like this was his bed, his room, his world. Dark hair fell across his forehead, eyes glinting in the gloom — deep, ravenous, with that devilish smirk that made me want to scream and run. I jolted, but his hand shot out faster — his palm clamped over my mouth, muffling the cry clawing up my throat. In a heartbeat, he straddled me, his weight sinking me into the sagging mattress, knees pinning my hips. "Thought I'd let you go?" he whispered, leaning so close his lips grazed my ear. His breath was hot, edged with menace, sending goosebumps racing over my skin. I thrashed, shoulders jerking, but he was stronger — his body caged mine like steel, immovable. Panic flooded my chest, but beneath it smoldered something else — a heat I feared and couldn't grasp. He pulled his hand from my mouth, only to seize my wrists, pinning them above my head with one grip. His gaze roamed my face — slow, probing, like he was picking me apart, searching for what I felt. A flicker of doubt crossed his eyes, then drowned in his usual madness. "Do it already," I rasped, holding his stare, though I didn't know what I meant. Kill me? Or... something else, something I couldn't voice but felt in every touch? The wait stretched like a taut string, ready to snap, driving me insane. I didn't need to repeat it — I felt his arousal press hard against my thigh through his pants. Fear tangled with a scorching desire, treacherous and inexplicable, and I choked on the mix. His other hand tore at my shirt — fabric ripped, splitting open, baring my chest. His eyes dropped, greedy, almost tangible, and he let out a low sound — half growl, half moan — that stole my breath. "You're mine now, Dasha," he growled, leaning closer. His lips claimed mine — hard, commanding, his tongue forcing in, crushing any resistance. I gasped beneath him, but my body betrayed me — hips twitching toward him, and he smirked into the kiss, sensing my weakness. His free hand slid down, yanking off my shorts and underwear in one rough pull, leaving me bare under him. He broke away just long enough to rip off his own shirt — it flew aside, revealing his lean, taut torso, pale skin stretched tight. Then he unfastened his pants, eyes locked on mine, and I saw him — hard, ready, a bead of anticipation at the tip. The sight stole my breath again. Kai hooked my legs under the knees, spread them wide, and settled between my thighs. His fingers dug into my ass, pulling me close, and he thrust in — sharp, deep, no warning. I cried out, arching under him, but he didn't give me a second to adjust — he moved fast, strong, rhythmic, each jolt shaking my core. The mattress creaked beneath us, the headboard slammed the wall, but he didn't care. His hands roamed me — squeezing my breasts, pinching my nipples until pain bled into pleasure, tugging my hair to bare my neck. He bit me — not breaking skin, but hard enough to mark, red welts blooming. His teeth sank into the tender spot above my collarbone, and I moaned, unable to hold it in. Kai sped up, his hips slapping mine with wet, lewd sounds, sweat beading on his temples, breath coming in gasps. I felt him fill me completely, each thrust deeper, stretching me to the limit. "Like it?" he snarled, leaning into my face. His hand gripped my throat, cutting my air just enough to tighten everything inside me. I couldn't answer — couldn't speak, just clawed at his shoulders, nails tearing skin, leaving red streaks that healed instantly. He hissed at the sting, but it fueled him — his thrusts turned fiercer, almost inhuman. Heat built, I drowned in it, in his scent — sweat, blood, something dark and primal. My hips shook, matching his rhythm, and a wave of pleasure crashed over me. I screamed, bowing beneath him, muscles clenching around him, and Kai groaned — loud, rough, losing it. His thrusts grew erratic, he pinned me harder to the bed, and came, spilling inside with a guttural growl, his body taut as wire. We stilled, panting. He collapsed onto me, his weight crushing me into the mattress, but I couldn't move — legs quaking, body buzzing from it all. Kai propped up on his elbows, met my eyes — satisfaction mixed with something else, almost obsession, in his gaze. "Run all you want," he whispered, lips brushing my ear. "I'll always find you. Always."