Playing with Fire (Burn for Me #1)

by Ria Wilde

It was all the little things. The crusts on my bread, the need to know I’ve had water, had food. It was the forehead kisses and light touches, the smiles he threw me when I tried to piss him off. It’s the attention and care he provides, the softness I see in him when he’s trying to hide it behind a wall of violence. It’s him in his entirety, the hard, brutal parts of him, the dominant possessive edges that have been softened by the way he cares for those close to him. It’s his laughter with the boys and his mischievous, playful grins. Fuck. I’m falling in love with my husband.

No! 😨🫣

“Get your fucking hands off my wife!”

“Get your fucking hands off my wife!”

“That’s my wife!” I growl but the guy is dead.

“Because there is nothing I won’t do to make sure you’re protected. I will burn every city to the ground to eliminate any threat to you. I am your shield, Olivia. Your bullet. I am your husband.”

“Open wide,” I order, moving the finger toward his fucked-up mouth.

🤢😳that’s disgusting Kai!

He cries out but can’t get the finger out, leaving him no choice but to swallow it.

🤮🤮so disgusting.

I could have chosen a different pair, but she’s taken all the laces for my sneakers.

😂

She is the balm on my soul. She makes breathing so fucking easy.

“You take me so well, baby,” I rasp, “Look at us together.” “Please don’t stop,” she begs. “So pretty when you beg for my cock, kitten. Your body is made for me, isn’t it?” “Yes,” she gasps when I shift,

Fuck me. She’s going to kill me.

He’s acting like a man who’s been starved and I’m his first meal.

“Such a good girl when you’re not being a little brat,” He praises, “Come here.”

I was no longer just falling in love with Malakai. I am in love with him. Every jagged, sharp edge of him.

Guess it’s time to put her out of her misery. 🤭

It's like my very soul feels safe with him. Like it inherently knows this man, touching and caressing and feeling me, would never do a single thing to bring me harm. I want walls to protect myself, but he brought them down, crumbling them with his dominance with half a thought. Malakai just is. He’s a king among men, an apex predator – the predator – and despite the morally grey lines he dances upon and the evil he controls, he’s someone I am willing to worship. For a taste.

And as much as I could worship him, get on my knees for him, I won’t allow him to control me. And I think he likes that. I think he likes the defiance, the rebellious streak, and tests I throw at his patience.

I don’t tell her I scoured the cocktail recipe books stashed at the bar, that’s never been touched before now, to make her this drink, flipped through the pages until I found one I thought she might like, but then realized there isn’t enough I know about her. I want to know it all.

She has a hold on me, a hold so tight I’d crawl across burning coal for her.

I thought myself heartless. Without a soul. Until her. She’s unearthed a precious rare gem within me, something I long thought dead. And I want to treasure it, keep it safe.

I can’t help but compare the two, the sun and moon, to me and Olivia.

And before I can question it, can take control, she’s lining up her mouth to mine and emptying the whiskey onto my tongue. I swallow every drop down.

“Don’t worry, my pretty little wife,” I slide my hand from her head over her neck, wrapping it around the delicate column before I give it a gentle squeeze, “I’ll take care of you.”

“Kai,” She breathes my name, her emotion so open, so clear… I feel it too. Feel the intensity of our connection, know the words in my bones before she ever has a chance to say them. “I know,” I whisper, kissing her softly, “I know, Olivia.”

So instead of letting her finish the three words, I crash my mouth to hers, stealing it. I suck it in, consume it instead, pour my own confession back. I am in love with my wife. And it might just be the very thing that kills me.

This perfect woman. My perfect wife.

“You’re made for me. You drive me fucking wild.”

“You’re much too good for me, Olivia.” I laugh softly, “We both know that already.” His chuckle vibrates through my body, “Good thing I’m much too selfish to let you go.”

Against my better judgement. Against everything I know of good and evil. I can’t help it. My heart sings for him. All of him.

“I’ll give you the world, Olivia, you just need to ask.” But I don’t want the world. Just this with him.

“Have we not learned what rolling our eyes will get us?” I crouch at the edge, dipping my hand into the scalding water. How she can sit in a tub with water hotter than the depths of hell is beyond me, no wonder she is sweating. “Will you spank me?” She flutters her lashes, innocence, and filth colliding. “So fucking hard, you won’t be able to sit.” “Don’t tempt me with a good time,” She grins,

And I walked right into it. I played with fire and now I’m being burned.

“This may hurt a little,” Stefan’s voice sounds from right behind me. I spin around, wondering how I didn’t hear him following me but then I see the needle, the syringe.

Ahhhhhh!!!!😨🫢

“Where is she!?” I demand, “Where is my wife!?”

He has my wife. He drugged my wife. I am going to kill him. Rip him to fucking shreds until nothing is left.

Yes. I condone the violence. 👏🏻

She’s been shot.

Nooooooo. 🫣😨😩

She is mine. My kitten. My little brat. My fucking wife.

“You want me on my knees, kitten?” My voice shakes, “You want me to beg? I will for you. You want the world? Let me give it to you, but please, I need you. I need you to come home.”

“I will always choose you, Olivia.” I vow. “You might not see it right now, but I will always choose you.”

Mr. M. Levine.

I feel like this is Kai. Or at least one of the boys.

I miss him. So much it hurts. I didn’t expect love to feel like this. It’s all consuming, a physical thing inside of me. I feel it in my bones, in the very threads of me. How did it become so strong in such a short amount of time?

Oh the girls are in on it, aren’t they?

“Oh!” I finally catch up. He chuckles, “For us, Olivia. It’s for us.” “But you’re not Mr. Levine.” I point out again uselessly. My brain is not working. “Levine is Sebastian’s last name. I just borrowed it. If you knew it was me, you wouldn’t have arranged for this.” “Wait,” I gasp, “You had me plan my own vow renewal!?” “Yes.”

🤭🤭😂😂

“I never told you.” He whispers. “I never told you that I love you.” My lip’s part on a breath as my heart hammers in my chest. “But I do,” He promises, “With every fiber of my being. I love you, Olivia. I think I loved you from the moment you stood in my office that first day you moved in.” He’s back in front of me, finger curled under my chin, “And I knew I loved you,” He breathes, “the moment you fucked up my closet and put ketchup in my shoes.”

“You came,” I whisper against her lips. She nods slowly, “I choose you too, Kai.” “I have vows,” I tell her urgently. Her lips pull up into a breathtaking smile but before she can speak, someone clears their throat. I snap my head around, glaring at where Sebastian tries to hurry us along. “Fuck you!” I snap at him, “My wife was talking.” He just grins.

“For the rest of my life, Olivia, I will love you. Every bratty, rebellious side of you. I will laugh with you, and hold you when you cry, will worship you, and look after you. I will continue to choose you, no matter the outcome because you are it. It’s not the sun I seek after the storm, it’s you. Always you.” Her breath rushes from her as I gently kiss her cheek. “And when my time comes, there will be no place that will be able to hold me from you. I will find you in every existence. I love you, Olivia Farrow. Always.”

It’s always “I love you” and never “I will find you in every existence” 😭🥺

He grins at me, walking around to the driver’s door to hold it open but he doesn’t get in. With a wink, he says, “You can drive.”

😍

“Kai,” She cries, her nails leaving welts on my arms as she claws at me. “Eyes on me, kitten,” I growl, “Watch me as I fuck my wife.” Her eyes jump to me, heavy with pleasure. “Who do you belong to, Olivia?” “You.” “Who do I belong to?” I ask, balls slapping against her body as I continue to thrust hard and fast, muscles tightening with my impending orgasm. “Me.” She gasps, “More. Please.”

😮‍💨🫠

I came into this expecting nothing and yet here I am, with the whole damn world in my arms. Nothing else matters but her. I don’t care for the organization, for the men and women in my employ or the city down the road. It’s just her.

She is the air in my lungs, the very thing that keeps my heart beating.