𝓗𝓲𝓼 𝑅𝑒𝑖𝑔𝑛

52

The air in the club seemed to thicken with something far more potent than just tension as Salvatore’s cigarette burned slowly between his gloved fingers, smoke curling lazily upward toward the dim lights. All eyes were on him, but it wasn’t the cigarette they were interested in.

Kailani, perched on his lap, delicate and innocent, could feel the stares from the men surrounding them—hungry, curious, and laced with unease. She was oblivious to the power play unfolding around her, how her mere presence beside Salvatore, how her soft and gentle demeanor, was a point of fascination and discomfort to the men watching. Her hand, small and delicate, reached up without hesitation, threading through the dark strands of Salvatore’s hair, tugging gently at the base of his neck. To her, it was a simple, comforting gesture. But to the men surrounding them, it was an act of ownership.

Salvatore, on the other hand, understood exactly what it meant. He took a slow, deliberate drag from his cigarette, exhaling the smoke in a thick haze that drifted between them, his eyes half-lidded as he looked out over the room, his grip on Kailani tightening subtly. He didn’t need to speak, didn’t need to acknowledge the men who watched them with barely concealed envy and fear. The power dynamic was clear. She was his.

Kailani's face nuzzled into his neck, her lips hovered for a split second before pressing into the crook of his neck softly. But then, her lips parted, and her tongue flicked out to taste him—and everything shifted. That first tentative lick dragged across his neck, slow and deliberate, from the base up to his jaw, leaving a trail of wet heat that had Salvatore's entire body tensing beneath her.

The taste of him—salty, and raw. Her lips parted wider, her tongue flattening as she licked him again, more forceful this time, a soft moan slipping from her mouth as she lapped at him like she couldn’t get enough. Saliva pooled in her mouth, drooling onto his neck as her tongue slathered him, messier, hungrier with each stroke.

Salvatore’s hand froze mid-air, the cigar burning down unnoticed between his fingers, his head spinning as her wet mouth continued to work on his skin. A low, animalistic growl rumbled from his chest as his other hand moved to the back of her head, gripping her hair tightly. He kept her locked in place, his hold firm as if daring her to stop, but Kailani wasn’t slowing down. If anything, the hunger driving her was only growing fiercer.

Her lips latched onto the skin just beneath his ear, her teeth sinking in deep before she sucked hard, hard enough to leave bruises. A wet, obscene sound filled the air as her mouth popped off his skin, only for her to dive back in, licking up the side of his neck. She was drooling against him, saliva glistening on his skin, her lips slick as she dragged her mouth down to the base of his throat, nipping at him, biting, sucking—her desperation pouring out in every filthy touch.

Salvatore’s jaw clenched, his head falling back against the chair as he exhaled, his control slipping with every passing second. His hand stayed on the back of her head, forcing her to keep her mouth on him, to keep tasting him, drinking him in like she was starved for it, dragging her mouth to where he knew felt best by her hair and he tilted his head further to the side, offering her more of his neck, more skin for her to devour.

She moved faster now, frantic, like she was lost in it—biting, licking, sucking so hard his skin turned red and raw beneath her mouth. Her fingers tangled in his hair, yanking his head back as her mouth crashed against the side of his neck, biting down hard enough to make him hiss. She pulled his skin between her teeth, sucking so hard it felt like she was trying to pull him into her.

Salvatore groaned deep, his body thrumming with tension, every nerve ending on fire as her filthy, eager mouth worked him over. His gloved hand at the back of her head tightened, pushing her face harder into his neck, forcing her to keep going, keep marking him. The wet slurping noises of her mouth filled the space between them, obscene and raw, but he didn’t care. He wanted her to ruin him, to claim every inch of him with that sweet, nasty mouth of hers.