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Kai’s POV Seeing this little one beg me to save him twisted something deep inside my chest. How desperate must he be to agree to marry a complete stranger? I guess he’ll find out soon enough what he’s gotten himself into. I lifted his chin with two fingers, forcing those wide blue eyes to meet mine. “Oh, kitten… you have no idea what you just asked for.” He shivered against me. Good. Lila’s scream cut through the stunned silence. “We haven’t seen you in years, Malachai, and the first thing you do is steal my husband?!” Adrian snickered beside me. “I think little Miss Noble misunderstands the situation.” I clicked my tongue, staring straight at her. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. Oh, Lila… Mr. Quinn’s golden child. You know very well you’ve been a bad girl. I mean, you’ve had someone else’s cock down your throat multiple times. It’s only right he has someone else’s cock up his ass and down his throat. Don’t you think?” Ren’s cheeks flushed bright red. He tried to sink further into my chest. Reya clapped once, clearly amused, which only made him press closer to me. I could see the steam practically rolling off Lila and Haru, their faces twisted with fury. This was turning out to be far more satisfying than I expected. My eyes finally shifted to my father. I raised an eyebrow. “Hello, Father.” His hands balled into fists. “What do you hope to gain from destroying something so beautiful, Malachai?” I turned my head slowly, pretending to look for someone else. “I believe I’m Kai now. Does your brain no longer serve you?” Ren’s parents stepped forward, desperate. “Can we please have our son back? He’s good and innocent. He can easily be led astray.” I laughed, low and dark. “Your son? Ren and ‘innocent’ don’t belong in the same sentence. My boy is good… but innocent?” I pulled Ren in front of me, his back flush against my chest. One hand wrapped around his throat from the front, the other gripping his hip. I leaned down, catching his earlobe between my teeth. He squealed but stayed trapped. “How’s that limp, kitten?” His blush spread down his neck. I tightened my grip just enough to make him whimper. “I bet he hid the marks so well you all didn’t notice,” I continued. “But he has welts and bite marks all over that soft body. He also has a praise kink… one I enjoy very much.” Ayesha screamed in joy from her seat. “I did notice! And he told me all about that wild night. I guess some disappointments bring blessings!” Adrian muttered, “He’s anything but innocent,” only to get slapped upside the head by Reya. I looked down at my boy, voice low. “Are you ready to be mine now?” Ren looked up at me, eyes wide and conflicted, but he finally whispered, “Yes.” I led him back to the altar. Adrian moved to block the doors — no one was leaving. Reya’s voice boomed across the hall. “Please return to your seats. The marriage will continue.” Ren’s voice came out shaky. “I’m sorry I pulled you into this… and I don’t even have a ring for you.” I chuckled, fingers grazing his cheek. “Don’t worry, kitten. I can’t be pulled into what I don’t want. I was going to get you for myself — married or not. You just made me less of a villain.” I pulled a ring from my inner pocket — a stunning pink diamond for him, and a black sapphire with crushed diamonds for me. His eyes widened in shock. The officiant, clearly terrified, rushed through the rest. When we both said “I do,” the man barely managed to pronounce us husband and husband. Some guests applauded. Others glared with pure hatred. As we walked out, Adrian held the door open while Reya followed close behind. The moment we got into the car — Adrian driving, Reya in the passenger seat, Ren and I in the back — Adrian and Reya looked at each other and said at the same time: “Happy married life, brother.” I glared at them. Ren burst into laughter beside me, just as I turned to admire th angel laughing. Reya grinned. “Whipped.” Moving on to the next page still under Chapter One. The Traffic Light System — yeah, I know this one. Kai used it on me last night. The Traffic Light System is one of the simplest and most effective tools for safe, ongoing consent in any dynamic. Green = Everything is good, keep going. Yellow = Slow down, check in, or ease up — something needs adjustment. Red = Stop immediately. All activity ceases, and aftercare begins. Important: While “Red, Yellow, Green” is the universal standard, lovers are always free to choose their own personal safe words. Some prefer “Stop,” “Slow,” and “Go,” others use unique words that feel more natural or meaningful to their relationship. The key is that the words are clearly agreed upon in advance, easy to remember, and respected without hesitation. > “The color doesn’t matter. What matters is that the submissive’s voice is heard and obeyed instantly.” This system reminds both Dominant and submissive that consent is acti
Kai’s POV I looked at Ren, still flushed from everything that had just happened, the information he seemed to still be absorbing. “So next, I’ll give you the book. It’s called 'The Submissive’s Path: 30 Fundamentals of BDSM.' After reading through the foundations, you’ll get a contract to review. Within this 15-day period, I’ll take note of your interest through our conversations, your body, and verbal responses. You can confirm them in the contract before signing. How’s that sound?” He responded softly, “Yes, Sir.” I walked out to the study, picked up the book, and came back, dropping it in front of him. The cover was a sleek grey with a striking image: a bare man blindfolded with silk ties, ropes binding his hands upward, wearing nothing but delicate lace panties, a paddle clenched between his teeth. His body glistened under the light. I watched the way his breath hitched, his fingers lingering on the image of the lace panties. I made a mental note to get him something simil
Kai’s POV Just as I was pulling out plates for me and Ren, I heard Reya say, “Hey, sunshine,” and then Ren’s soft voice replying. Turning around was definitely not the best idea because what the fuck was he wearing? Just my t-shirt. I wasn’t even sure if he had anything underneath, but his legs were smooth and milky, bringing back vivid memories of the redness on his ass after I spanked him yesterday. I could hardly breathe or restrain myself from pressing him up against the wall or stripping him naked right there. Plus, why did he have to wear so little in front of them? Not that I was bothered by Reya or Adrian, but Reya saw through it and called me a caveman. That damn woman. I saw the way Ren tried to shrink into himself. I had every intention to walk over, smooth his hair, and lead him to sit and eat. But as I approached and lifted my hand to his hair, he jerked, his hands flying up to cover his face instantly. The efficiency of it — the way his body autom
Ren's POV The next morning, I woke to warmth. Real, solid heat wrapped around me. I leaned in closer without thinking, snuggling deeper, rubbing my nose along it like I could absorb more. It felt safe. Addictive. A low, amused voice rumbled above me. “If you don’t want me to fuck you right here, you’ll stop that, kitten.” I jerked my head up so fast my neck nearly snapped. “I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean—” Kai laughed softly, the sound warm and rich. “Don’t do that, darling. You have every right to. But until we get things right, try to avoid doing things that might make me fuck you, okay?” I nodded, looking down, cheeks burning. Was it really so horrible to fuck me that he’s trying to avoid it? A light flick to my forehead made me yelp. “Ouch!” “Serves you right,” he said, smirking, “for thinking wrongly.” He cupped my jaw gently. “I have some things to discuss with you—very important. Until I’m sure we’re on the same page, I don’t want to hurt you, okay?” “Okay, Sir,” I whispere
Kai’s POV 'Did my kitten just slip into subspace from spanking alone?' He doesn’t even know what it is. He must be so confused right now. I felt his body loosen up around the sixteenth strike. That must have been the moment his mind turned off and he let himself get lost in the feeling — completely surrendering to me, as I felt him whimper and push his ass back on my palm while grinding on my thighs, desperately chasing his release. I carefully picked him up, his limp, warm body heavy in my arms, and placed him under the duvet with his chest facing down. Grabbing the ointment from the nightstand, I gently applied it to his reddened, swollen ass. My fingers trembled slightly as I rubbed it in, feeling the heat still radiating from his skin. This should reduce the swelling, redness, and irritation. Tomorrow he’ll definitely have trouble sitting or wearing anything tight. I just watched him sleep, my chest tight with something I didn’t want to name. Why had I impulsi
Ren’s POV Who knew a man who could wield a gun could be this soft? I had clearly assumed the worst. He had apologized for leaving me alone, fed me, and now… his room. Oh my gosh. It was insane. Dark tones everywhere, a massive queen-sized bed with dark blue velvet sheets, a chandelier carved like a rose above us, and a huge mirror on the ceiling directly over the bed. I didn’t even know what to think. “You’ll be staying in my room from now on,” he told me. “I don’t stay here much. I usually stay at the penthouse — the one you ran from that night. We’ll go back there soon.” I nodded, then asked softly, “Can I take a shower?” “You never have to ask me anything, kitten. What’s mine is yours.” Tears slipped down my face as I leaned into him. “You’re the first to treat me like I matter. It’s only ever been Ayesha who cared for me.” He kissed the top of my head. “I’m here until you don’t want me anymore.” I whispered against his chest, “I’ll never not want you.” He chuckled







