"Hey, guys." Sibo greets him while Kate looks away. "Well, this is Kaiser, he is my friend. Kai, these are my best friends Kate and Sibo." I introduce and wait for the interaction to happen.
"Hi, good to meet you." Thank God, he found his voice. "I hope we were not interrupting anything." Sibo shakes her meanwhile Kate glares at him, examining his appearance, taking it in from toe to head.
"Kaiser, what are your intentions with my friend?" Kate asks, not giving me any eye contact; she refers to me as her friend, progress. I know she cares about me and does not want me to get hurt again. I notice Sibo's hand squeeze Kate's thigh.
"We are still exploring that but all good intentions." His other hand rests on my ass; I lean my head into his chest; I want to wrap myself around him. I want to be a part of him. I want to be in his skin.
"You do know that she just turned nineteen, right?" No, no, he does not; I do not even know how old he is. We never got to talk about it. I swear I need to know him better.
"Yes, yes I do know." How does he know that? I can not act surprised, calm down. I hide my face in his chest to not show my embarrassment.
"How old are you, anyway?" Sibo asks. Kai moves his hand, so now I am caged into his chest; it is although he knew I wanted him to trap me here.
"Twenty-one." Not that much of an age difference. They are about to ask the job question but I want to know how the hell he is twenty-one and has everything he has.
Lifting my face off his chest to face my friends, Kate is not impressed, she looks unconvinced."Guys, we have to go. I am needed at home." A lie but a necessary one. When inside, Kai pulls me into a secluded area, and he wraps his arm around my neck, his mouth inches from mine. His other hand gripping my waist.
"Friend? So friends fuck you like I did, huh, friends make you cum five times in one night? Don't call me your friend; I am not your friend; I will never be just a friend; you are mine fully and completely, verstanden?" I have never been more aroused. Sure, I can barely breathe but I am soaking, I bring my arms up to hold onto his neck
"Yes, Sir." He nods before loosening his grip on my neck. I jump on him and he holds me with one arm.
"Good Kleine." He spanks my butt, a giggle escapes my lips. I kiss his lips and he wraps his arms around me. Fast, passionate and hormone-fueled.
"Let us get to your place before someone sees us like this." He helps me off of him but keeps his hands on my waist.
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"Do you have any ice cream?" I ask, heading towards his kitchen; I have not eaten since lunch, and I need something to eat, but I am afraid to ask him to make me something or to make something in case he thinks I am intruding, so I have devised the plan of asking for dessert so he gets the hint.
"I am not sure; check in the fridge; if there is, bring me a spoon and the tub." You can ask nicely and how is he not getting my hint? There is a tub of Ferrero Rocher ice cream. Grabbing a tablespoon and a dessert spoon, I head back to his lounge. It is calming. There is no intense design to it. It is filled with darker tones and is spacious and comfortable but not homey.
Handing him the tablespoon I sit on his lap while resting my head on his chest. I love this; I live for this, and I want to stay like this forever. I can faintly hear his heartbeat which is so much better.
Growling. My stomach was screaming for food in the most inappropriate way possible. I am embarrassed, throw me away, please. He chuckles.
"I will order you food, I am too tired to cook something." Is that not considerate? Is he not the most perfect person in the entire world?
"Thanks, come to think of it, I have not had anything since lunch." He looks at me with anger and concern.
"Why?" In a taut tone, he asks as he goes to the food delivery app on his phone. He may seem distracted but I know he is waiting for my answer, which is not that intricate.
"I just did not think about it. I did not feel hungry." Hoping that is enough to make him drop the conversation. His fingers lift my chin to face him
"You look after yourself when people are not looking. You may not feel like food but your body is dying for something, a crumb of anything. Pizza and wings sound good to you?" I nod and he goes back to the ice cream. When we are done, he proceeds to massage my thigh as we wait for the food.
It eventually got here and Kai went to fetch them as I went to go fetch glasses.
"Hope you like creamy chicken." It is not my go-to flavour but I will bite.
"It is fine, for future reference, I love Sweet and Sour chicken. Do you have any alcohol?" I feel his presence behind me as I am facing the wall and not the entrance of the kitchen. He spanks my ass before turning me around to place a kiss on my lips. This man is crazy; everything about him is crazy.
He is a stranger but here I am drowning my losses with him, drinking his alcohol, eating his food, enjoying his sinful penis and the safety he gives me, such an intoxicating feeling. He pulls away from the kiss before leaving one on my forehead.
"Whiskey, wine, vodka and lager." Lager? What on earth is that?
"Lager?" He looks like he is looking for the word
"Beer, pick your poison, Kitten." I pick out a bottle of wine along with a bottle of vodka. Making my way to the lounge, I can feel his gaze on my ass.
"Stop looking at my ass and come and eat." He laughs and as he sits down whispers into my ear
"My ass, I will look whenever I want." Should I be alarmed probably, am I? Not even a little bit. A little possessiveness is good for us.
"Come on, let me eat in peace." I am sitting next to him so that he can eat but he picks me up and plops me onto his lap. I can not even object because this is my favourite place.
He wipes the wing sauce off of me when we are done. "You are a messy eater." It is true, I always end up with food all over me. His thumb rests on my chin while his index finger supports it as he lifts my face to face him. "Beautiful. I can not get enough of you, I don't want to get enough of you." His lips meet mine with softness, no aggression just pure passion and feeling.
He carries me to the couch and lays me on it. He gets my shirt off and next to my bra before moving on to my shorts.
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The Assassin's Weakness✔️
RomanceAt nineteen, Kamo is doing her last year of high school. She is focused on her grades, especially after the last boy broke her heart. She finds herself falling for a man, someone who loves her and shows it, someone she feels safe with but she does...
