Playing with Fire (Burn for Me #1)

by Ria Wilde

“Empty it.” I snap, my voice carrying alongside the clip of her heels as she exits the house, her smug, saccharine smile playing behind my eyes. “Sorry?” One of the guys says, which one I don’t know, and I don’t fucking care. “Empty it. Empty her bank account. Now.” “Kai,” Sebastian hesitates, “I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”

I agree. She’ll defiantly murder you.

“It’s done,” Dean tells me, “Empty.” “Good. Let’s see how she survives without my money now.” “Don’t you think that’s maybe a little bit too far?” Killian advises. Probably. “She’s my wife, what’s hers is mine and what’s mine is hers.” I see their glances at each other, silently agreeing that I’m a prick right now for doing what I just did, but I am already looking forward to the fiery argument to come from her. I just know it’ll be damn explosive.

Explosive is going to be an understatement.

“That’s it, kitten,” I rasp, reveling in the bite of her nails on my skin, “Choke on it.”

“You’ll never fucking escape me,” I grasp her thighs and yank her toward me, slamming forward at the same time, “You’re fucking mine, Olivia.”

“You’re a brat, Olivia,” Sweat coats my skin, “I’m going to fuck this attitude right out of you.” “Fuck you, Malakai.” “You are, darling,”

“If you think I’m fucking done with you, kitten, then think again.”

“You’re fucking mine now, Olivia. Mine.”

Fucking Malakai Farrow is an out of body experience. No that isn’t right. I feel everything, every touch, every caress, every ounce of his possession.

“Look at you,” He runs his thumb across his bottom lip, eyes devouring me, “Lose the blouse and the bra,” He orders, “Keep the heels.”

She is perfection in human form, a feast for my eyes and a delicacy on my tongue.

kissing her like she is the very air that fills my lungs.

“Say. My. Name.” I order, squeezing her ass.

This is becoming my new favorite microtrope. 😮‍💨it just does something to me.

There are still light red marks on her cheeks from my slap, the outline of my hand making me want to give her a permanent mark. A branding. Showing everyone, she is mine. My wife. My kitten. My little fucking brat.

“You look at me when I fuck you, Olivia,” I tell her.

“Come for me, my beautiful girl,” I kiss her gently, rolling my hips to give her everything she needs, “That’s it,” I praise when her lips part and her pussy begins to convulse on my cock. “You’re so beautiful, Olivia.” I tell her, “So perfect.”

I smooth down her hair, trying to detangle the knots for her though my fingers can only do so much. I should brush it for her, I think, but I won’t move her now. Another time. I’ll do it for her another time.

She feels too damn good in my arms, like this is exactly where she belongs. My wife.

“You may not care about me, kitten,” His chest rumbles, “But I’m certainly finding I care an awful lot about you, certainly more than I ever expected I would.”

“My needy little wife,” I praise,

Fuck me sideways, that woman will be the death of me.

“Olivia,” He says my name fondly and I try to hide the way it surprises me and affects me. I like how it sounds. Which only means trouble.

“Yes, I’ve thought about fucking you.” He admits. “And if you’ve eaten. Or had water. I’ve nearly fucking lost my mind thinking about another man being near you when you’re wearing this fucking outfit. And I was watching the damn clock, waiting for you to get home just so I could fucking see you.”

and then grab my socks, shaking my head at the neon pink. I could have replaced them already, yet I haven’t, and refuse to look into the why of it.

I knew he was wearing them. 🤭

“Wait, Malakai!” She suddenly blurts at the same time I hit the button for the heat. And get blasted in the face by a shit ton of bright pink glitter.

😂😂😂😂I’m rolling. Not his car. 🤭🤭

Out of everything she could have fucked with, she fucked with my car.

Oh shit. He’s gonna kill her. 😂

“Run.” I growl out. The humor fades, “What?” “Run, Olivia.” I switch the car off. “If I catch you, I’ll tan your ass so red you won’t be able to sit for a week.” “Malakai,” she reaches for the handle but doesn’t get out. “Now, Olivia.”

😂oh it got worse.

My palms itch to slap her ass like the little brat she is, my cock rock fucking hard ready to bend her over so I can rail that rebellious streak right out of her. My fucking car.

Oh shit. Oh, shit, oh shit, oh shit.

😂😂😂😂🤭🤭🤭

Even with the glitter on him, neon and pink and sparkling, he still looks lethal. Ready. Maybe I pushed him too far?

“My wife,” He rasps, the hand not currently pinning me to the pool table moving down my body, “My pretty little brat. Did you have fun?” Say no, Olivia. Tell him you’re sorry. “I had a blast,” My voice comes out strained. “Pink really is your color.” He chuckles and leans in, his nose burying into my hair as he inhales, “I hope it was worth it.” “I’d do it again,” I admit. Let’s be honest, I really would. “You fucked with my car,” He growls. “You noticed, huh?” I try to push up, but he allows no movement. His hand captures my waist, and he squeezes before he moves up beneath the cropped sweater I have on, fingers toying with the band of my bra. “You have such a fucking smart mouth,”

“That’s fucking it, Olivia,” He growls, “Look how fucking good you take me. Look at me when I fuck you, Olivia. Look at the man you belong to.”

“I want to mark you, Olivia,” He rasps, “Paint you mine so the whole fucking world knows that I am yours.”

She quirks a brow, the smile on her mouth turning smug, “You sure you wanna play this game, Kai?” Time stops. The world stops spinning. Kai. The only people to call me Kai are those closest to me. My grandfather. My friends. She’s only ever called me Malakai, if she uses my name at all, and hearing her call me something so intimate, like we were more than enemies, more than a man who forced a woman to marry him, feels like an ending to my universe and a beginning all the same.

But when she says my name, either version of it, I can’t help but feel like the sun has just risen after several days of night, like the clouds haven’t just parted after endless days of rain.

But he’s a drug I can’t get enough of, a presence I need. His hands on my body feel like they belong, his voice a soothing balm when it should be alarm bells. He is the devil. A monster. So why do I want to call him mine as much as he calls me his?

“An accident is breaking a vase,” He grins, “Calling me Kai is a natural progression between us.” I roll my eyes at how ridiculous that sounds. “That’s one red handprint on your ass.” “Sorry?” “Roll your eyes at me again, you’ll get two.”

This is a woman I’ll go to war for. I’d burn the whole world for her, die for her, live for her. I’ll give her everything she could ever want and more just for a moment with her.

She’s a queen. A goddess. And I’m ready to get on my knees to worship at her altar.

His head snaps to me, “Shit.” “What?” I growl. “You have feelings for her.” He points out. “Shut the fuck up, Sebastian.” “Holy shit,” A laugh bursts from him, “You have actual, real to fucking god feelings for her.” “That’s enough.” “Have you fucked her?” He asks. So polite. It’s none of his damn business though, I won’t tell him I have. I won’t tell him that being with her is like taking a breath. It’s more than sex. It’s home. It’s the feeling that all my puzzle pieces have finally found the matching set.

She is not safe if I love her. But I can’t not be with her. I can’t not touch and feel, can’t not breathe her in and drown in her. There’s something so damn special about the woman in the red dress that it has my attention and no matter the threat or the danger, I gravitate toward her. She’s an obsession…

I don’t love Olivia... There’s just so much about her that captures me. Her attitude drives me crazy, but her laughs send me wild, her body ends me, but her smile? Fuck me, her smile is the one thing that might just very well kill me. Everything about her captures my attention and she’s quickly becoming the reason to breathe.

There’s so much depth to Olivia that drowning in her is merely an inevitability.

“Most throw a party for a reason, Farrow.” She points out, “What’s your reason? It isn’t charity, that’s for sure.” I lean across the table just as the appetizers are being served, “I wanted to show off my wife, Willow. Tell the world she is mine.”

“Shit,” Sebastian turns to me and Willow, “Olivia, Wils, this is Savannah, my sister.”

Aww Sebastian called her Wils. 😍

I don’t even realize I’m doing it when my hand swings back and I clock her straight on the mouth with my fist.

👏🏻👏🏻Go Oli!

I nod, “Good girl.” Another shiver. I add praise to the list of things that make her weak for me.

“I’m sorry,” I turn to him fully, “Do I know you?” “Oh, no,” He shakes his head, “Apologies, I’m Stefan. Malakai’s cousin.”

No. No. No. Stefan is bad news.

I want Malakai. It’s that realization that has my spine straightening. I want him. Right now. He’s strength and safety in the most profound way considering he’s the most dangerous man I know. But for me? He isn’t a monster. He isn’t the devil. For me he is a rock. He is a net to catch me, a crutch to hold me up. He’s never once made me feel weak.

only feel us as we dance, like the two of us are part of the same puzzle, pieces coming together to form an entire image. A beautiful, messy painting built upon carnage, deception, and violence. He holds me like I am precious, like I am the sun in his life and the way he looks at me completely devastates me.