Slutty Dom wife (chapter 3)

Slutty Dom wife (chapter 3)


"Let me go, Kai."

Faye's voice was firm, but Kai only grunted and pulled her tighter into his arms. His muscular arms coiled around her like a python, possessive and warm beneath the sheets that smelled of sweat, sex, and last night’s chaos.

"Not yet," he murmured into her neck. His voice was low and sleepy, thick with satisfaction and morning heat. "Just a little longer."

"No. I have somewhere to be."

She squirmed, pushing against his chest, but he didn't budge. Kai was heavier, stronger, and annoyingly smug about it.

"Damn, woman. You could at least say good morning before kicking me out of your bed."

"I already did. Twice. Now move."

With a sharp twist, she shoved hard and finally dislodged him enough to slide out of bed. Kai groaned and dropped to the floor with a thud, his golden skin illuminated by the morning sun slicing through the blinds.

"Seriously? After fucking me like that last night? You couldn’t even wait to kick me out like yesterday’s trash?"

Faye grabbed a pillow and launched it at his head. "Ungrateful bastard. I saved your life."

He caught the pillow easily, grinning. "You also rode me like a fucking stallion. Want me to thank you again?"

"Get out, Kai. I’m late."

He set his leg out just as she walked past, tripping her so she landed squarely on his chest.

"Got you," he whispered, laughing.

"You asshole," she spat, pushing herself up.

He didn’t fight her this time. He let her go, standing slowly and rolling his shoulders, still very much naked and still way too pleased with himself.

"Where the hell are you even going in such a hurry?" he asked, watching her snatch her robe off the back of the chair.

She paused just before entering the bathroom. "I have a date."

Kai’s smile disappeared instantly.

"What did you just say?"

"A. Date. Arranged. I didn’t ask for it, but I'm showing up, so move."

And with that, she slammed the bathroom door shut.

Kai stood there, jaw clenched.

A date? No fucking way.

He paced the floor once, twice. She was seriously going to walk out on him and go on a date with some fucking stranger? After last night? After the way she moaned his name like a prayer on repeat?

No.

Fuck no.

He grabbed his clothes from the floor, pulling on his shirt and pants like he was preparing for war.

As he buttoned up, his phone buzzed. He glanced down and saw a reminder:

Blind Date: 10:00 AM | Elite Matchmaking – Reserved Private Room at Atelier Lounge.

He almost laughed.

Oh, right. That. His aunt’s idea. She thought he needed to "settle down." He had half a mind to blow it off, but now? Maybe it was a useful excuse.

He dialed a number.

"Jax. Yeah. Tail Faye. She’s going on some date. I want to know where, with who, what they’re drinking, and how much time it takes before I blow it the fuck up."

"Got it, boss," came the calm reply.

Kai ended the call and adjusted his cuffs.

She wanted to play?

Let the fucking games begin.

Faye stepped out of her building wearing a white, curve-hugging dress and nude heels. Her hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail, and her lips were painted red. It wasn’t a look meant for seduction…not consciously anyway. It was clean. Sharp. Elegant.

She was halfway to her car when her phone buzzed.

Unknown number: Don't be late.

Her brow furrowed, but she shook it off.

Probably another creepy message from Kai or maybe her father. Familiar hazard, she supposed. She slid into her car and drove off toward the hotel where the matchmaking company had booked her lunch.

At Atelier Lounge, Faye sat across from a man in a navy suit. Anthony. Tall, polite, handsome in a Wall-Street kind of way. The conversation was... fine. He asked about her job. She gave vague but acceptable answers.

"And your last relationship?"

Faye paused, sipping her wine. "It was complicated."

He nodded thoughtfully. "Still ongoing?"

"No. Just... lingering."

That was the truth, wasn’t it?

Before Anthony could reply, there was a commotion near the entrance. Raised voices. Then the unmistakable sound of Kai Parsons cursing.

"Move, asshole, before I forget I’m trying to behave in public."

Faye turned. Her stomach sank.

There he was. In all his arrogant, six-foot-three, black-shirted, tattooed glory.

Kai locked eyes with her from across the room.

Anthony turned. "Friend of yours?"

"Unfortunately."

Kai was already striding toward them.

"Babe," he said, tone mock-sweet. "You left the apartment without saying goodbye."

"Kai, leave."

"Who’s this?" Kai looked at Anthony like he was dog shit on an expensive rug.

"Her date," Anthony said, clearly uncomfortable.

"Nah," Kai pulled out the chair next to her and sat down. "She already had her date last night."

Faye stood abruptly. "We're done here. I'm leaving."

Kai grabbed her wrist gently but firmly. "You think you can walk away from me?"

"Watch me."

Kai turned to Anthony. "You enjoy wasting your time. She’s mine."

"I don’t belong to anyone," Faye snapped.

Kai leaned in, eyes blazing. "You belonged to me the moment you let me fuck you in your bathtub."

Anthony stood. "You should leave."

Kai looked him dead in the eye. "You should sit before I forget this is a respectable establishment."

Security began to move in, but Kai stood first.

"Fine. We’ll go."

He grabbed Faye by the hand and marched her out of the restaurant before she could slap him.

Outside, she yanked her hand away.

"You insane bastard!"

He grinned. "A little. But you love it."

She shoved him. "You ruined a perfectly good meeting."

"Was it? You looked bored out of your mind."

"That’s not the point, Kai."

"Then what is? You let me drown in you last night and today you’re going on dates?"

"Because I’m not yours!"

He stepped closer. "But I’m yours. And you know it."

Her breath hitched. Damn him.

He leaned in again, this time with softness behind the fury.

"Come with me. I won’t make you promises I can’t keep. But I’ll fuck you like you’re the only woman I’ve ever loved. Because maybe you are."

Her heart thudded.

She hated him.

She needed him.

"Get in the car, Faye. Let me make you forget anyone else ever existed."

She should say no.

But her body already knew the answer.

She climbed in. She also couldn't argue with him anyways. It was pointless.

And Kai smiled like the devil who’d just won back his favorite sin.

"Bastard," Faye muttered, rolling her eyes as she pressed herself against the window, putting as much space as possible between them in the backseat.

Kai sat beside her, arms sprawled and legs spread like he owned the damn car. "You can run all you want, Faye, but I’ll still chase you."

She scoffed. "Are you a dog? Can you not just get it through your thick skull? I don’t want anything to do with you, Kai. You’re arrogant, dangerous, and you act like a fucking little boy."

The smirk slid off his face at that last part. Dangerous? Fine. Arrogant? He wore that like a crown. But a little boy? That struck a nerve.

Without a word, Kai reached over and grabbed her by the arm, yanking her onto his lap with such swiftness she barely had time to protest.

"Kai…Kai! Let go!" she hissed, struggling against him as her dress rode up her thighs.

He held her down effortlessly with one hand, the other gripping her jaw and forcing her to meet his eyes. "Can a little boy do this?"

Then he kissed her..hard, deep, claiming. His mouth crashed against hers, stealing the breath from her lungs.

She gasped, shocked, then bit down on his lower lip viciously.

He flinched but didn’t pull away. Instead, he grabbed the back of her head and deepened the kiss again, teeth clashing with hers. She struggled, trying to shove him off, but his grip only tightened.

"If you even dare try to refuse me again, Faye," he growled against her lips, "I’ll turn this fucking car around, go back to Atelier, and blow Anthony’s head off in front of everyone. I swear to God."

His eyes were wild, glittering with fury and desperation. He was serious. The reckless, unhinged part of Kai she knew too well was surfacing, and she didn’t doubt for a second that he’d do exactly what he threatened.

Faye stilled.

She stopped struggling and let him hold her. She didn’t want blood on her hands..again. If she fought him now, he’d turn this entire city upside down just to make a point.

When he finally let her go, she climbed off his lap without a word and adjusted her dress with trembling fingers, cheeks flushed, chest heaving.

Kai turned his gaze to the front. "Driver. Turn this car around. Head to the Lin family estate."

Faye’s head snapped toward him. "Malakai Enwei Soren Parsons, what the hell are you planning?"

He didn’t even flinch. He looked her dead in the eye, voice low and sure.

"Faye Yeying Lin, I’m going to marry you."

Her breath caught in her throat.

The car kept driving, but the silence between them was loud.