Kayden's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he watched Phoebe sleep, her body wrapped in a comforter stained with dried blood from their wild night of passion. Her hair tousled, she stirred at the sound of his voice and opened her eyes to see him caressing her hair.
"I'll take a shower," he said, his voice low and husky.
Phoebe's eyes widened in excitement. "Let me join you."
Together, they entered the spacious shower, both already naked and eager for another round. Kayden turned on the water, filling the bathtub as Phoebe caught sight of the large dragon tattoo on his back that extended down to his behind. She couldn't resist poking it playfully.
"Naughty man," she giggled as Kayden was taken by surprise but didn't stop her, instead gripping her hands tightly. "So you want to play? You still have energy after last night."
Phoebe smiled mischievously as the water rose around them, the steam filling the air. With moans echoing off the walls, Kayden took Phoebe from behind, their bodies moving together in a rough, passionate rhythm.
"Rough man," she moaned softly between gasps and cries of pleasure. The water continued to rise as their love-making intensified, reaching new heights of ecstasy until they were both spent and breathless in each other's arms.
The relentless pounding echoed through the suite, Phoebe's cries growing louder and more desperate with each forceful thrust. Grateful for the soundproof room, Kayden continued his primal rhythm, lost in ecstasy as he ignored the time and focused on pleasuring Phoebe. Sweat dripped from his body but he showed no signs of slowing down, determined to push both their bodies to the brink.
After more than 20 minutes, Kayden finally reached his climax, his figure still looking strong and ready for more. But he knew he had to take it slow for Phoebe's sake; her body was not accustomed to this kind of intense pleasure and could suffer a dangerous backlash if pushed too far.
As they caught their breaths, Phoebe's mind was reeling, her hair messy and her body covered in cum. With shaking hands she traced the outline of Kayden's muscles, whispering in awe, "You really are a monster."
But as always, Kayden was focused on taking care of her needs first and asked if she wanted to continue. Phoebe beamed at him and kissed his lips eagerly, "Yes, let's do it again later. But right now we need to find a safer place and check on your other wives...they might be in danger after yesterday's accident."
Kayden felt a tug of concern in his chest at the thought of his other wives being targeted. He knew how difficult it was for women like Phoebe to accept sharing their man with others, but she was the last one on his list and had chosen to accept this lifestyle.
He held her close and whispered reassuringly, "Don't worry, you're one of mine now."
Kayden handed Phoebe a casual outfit, a pink floral shirt and matching shorts. She quickly changed into the comfortable clothes and the two of them hopped into a cab headed for their apartment.
As they rode through the bustling city streets, memories of the previous night flooded Phoebe's mind. The way Kayden had looked at her, the way he had held her close, it all felt so real and yet so far away.
They arrived at their apartment building and made their way inside. Inside, Sophie was in the kitchen cooking up a delicious dinner while Anna lounged on the couch, watching the evening news.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. "Who could that be at this late hour?" Sophie said, her voice tinged with worry. "It might be one of Kayden's enemies," she added cautiously.
Anna jumped up from the couch and grabbed a nearby baseball bat as she slowly approached the door. She peeked through the peephole but saw no one on the other side. "There's no one out there," she called back to Sophie.
Just as they both let out a sigh of relief, a strong hand reached through the partially opened door and grabbed Sophie, covering her mouth to muffle any screams or cries for help. Fear gripped Phoebe as she realized they were under attack by someone who wanted to harm Kayden or his loved ones. Panic set in as she thought about what would happen if they couldn't defend themselves against this unknown assailant.
Without warning, Sophie's body suddenly went limp and collapsed to the ground in a heap. Anna, too focused on her surroundings, didn't even notice her friend's unconscious state. Her eyes were fixed on the mysterious man before them, his face hidden behind a dark cloak and a mask that obscured his features. But there was an aura of power emanating from him, one that far surpassed even Joel's strength.
"You will be coming with me, missy," the man declared with a chilling tone. "My young master has taken a liking to killing Kayden and is also interested in making you his woman. So I'll be taking you as my captive first."
Before leaving with Sophie in tow, the mysterious man left a letter for Anna to find. She only noticed it after turning back and realizing that Sophie was missing.
"Sophie!" she cried out in panic as she frantically searched for her friend. But all she found was the enigmatic letter left behind by their captor.