Kai’s hand whipped up, his fingers tangling in my hair and jerking my head back at a sharp angle. “Keep teasing, ātaahua, and I’ll give you something to beg for.” His other hand stroked my exposed throat, his warm thumb caressing my bruises with reverence… and threat. I couldn’t help myself; my breath hitched and a small moan escaped. His pupils blew up at that sound, and I knew I was fucked.
