Allison Brennan
Kiss Me, Kill Me
PROLOGUE
The deafening music thundered through the warehouse, drowning out the howling wind outside and the raucous crowd that had gathered in this desolate spot in Brooklyn after midnight.
Any other night, Kirsten would be going wild on the dance floor until she collapsed from exhaustion or was whisked away by an unknown guy for anonymous sex that left her feeling both exhilarated and ashamed. For months, she’d lived for these weekends, complete freedom, the chance to be someone else, but tonight she just wanted to go home.
The pounding music made her feel sicker than what she was drinking. She knew better than to drink from the bar, but she’d been so thirsty, and she needed something to take the edge off. She’d built up a tolerance for most of the drugs that flowed with the spiked punch, and she always brought her own water. Maybe it was her nerves, or the fact that Jessie had sounded so strange, that set Kirsten on edge. She wasn’t even supposed to be here this weekend, but Jessie had begged her to come. And where was she, anyway?
A tall, skinny blond guy came up to her with the smile she knew all too well. She hadn’t been in the mood for sex when she’d arrived an hour ago, but whatever was in the punch had definitely loosened her up. The guy wasn’t half bad, probably in college. And Jessie was
“You want to party?” he asked, his hand rubbing her arm.
“On the dance floor.”
He glanced skeptically over at the thick crowd. Not everyone came to the underground parties for sex, though the night often ended that way. Most came for the drugs and drinking and music.
She laughed and took his hand, rubbing her thumb lightly across his palm. “New?”
“Just thinking of logistics.”
Her phone vibrated and she almost ignored it. She looked at the number and saw a message from Jessie.
“Hold that thought.” She tapped her phone to see where her friend was.
i see u with that guy. we need 2 talk now. im getting worried. outside 10 min.
What was with the cloak-and-dagger? Kirsten looked around, but didn’t see Jessie anywhere.
She replied.
What’s going on?
“Hey, you want to screw your phone or me?”
“What’s your name?”
“Ryan.”
Jessie sent an immediate reply.
plz, k, need 2 talk 2 u. im freezing.
“I need to talk to a friend first, then I’m all yours.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a full-body kiss.
He pushed her against the corrugated metal wall and pressed his pelvis against hers. “You’re hot,” he said in her ear.
She kissed him hard, his mouth different and unknown. The thrill of the moment hit her, and she forgot everything else. She forgot who she was, where she was, losing herself in the right-now, any-how moment. She smiled as her mind wandered, her body almost forgotten.
“You like that?” a voice whispered in her ear.
“Yes,” she said, though she didn’t know why. Her arms were tight around his neck. Who again?
Her phone vibrated. She shook her head to clear her mind, and over Ryan’s shoulder she read Jessie’s latest message.
Don’t be such a slut and meet me outside. Now, Ash.
Slut? What did that make Jessie? But something was wrong. In the back of her mind, something wasn’t making sense. But her head was foggy, and Ryan’s hands were on her bare breasts. How had he gotten so far so fast? She looked at the time on her phone. That couldn’t be right. Had they been making out here against the wall for fifteen minutes?
She knew from experience that the guys at this party who came for sex weren’t easily put off, and her promise to return wouldn’t mean anything to him. What if Jessie was in trouble? She’d been acting so weird, and calling her Friday morning had been so not like her …
She’d called her Ash. Short for Ashleigh, her party name.
Jessie knew her real name. “Ashleigh” and “Jenna”-Jessie’s party name-were only for show. Maybe she’d called her Ash because she was in her
While Kirsten had been thinking about Jessie’s odd behavior, Ryan had taken his dick out and pulled her dress up. Everything moved in slow motion. It was as if she were watching her body from afar. She knew this feeling, but she hadn’t drunk that much. Had she?
“Condom,” she whispered.
“Already on, Sugar.”
How’d she miss it? She felt him inside her, but didn’t remember him entering; her legs were around him, but she didn’t remember how they got there.
Then he was done. She didn’t know if it took him two minutes or an hour, but they were both sweaty and he had a grin. “Shit, you’re hot.”
“I have to meet my friend.”
“Hurry and we’ll go backstage.”
“Backstage” was a euphemism for getting horizontal in semiprivate. There were offices off the main warehouse, most empty, but people brought in blankets and mattresses, and there was even some old furniture still inside. If Kirsten were sober she wouldn’t even think about it, because the place was filthy.
“Okay.” She started for the door. She had her purse tied around her wrist and felt inside for her phone, but it wasn’t there. She looked and saw that the zipper was open; everything had fallen out. She didn’t even know what time it was. She looked around the floor but didn’t see her phone or money anywhere. She knew she should go back and look for it, but the loud music was making her feel ill again.
She walked outside. The icy air shocked her, but for a minute she felt amazing. And almost instantly sobered, at least enough to feel discomfort from whatever Ryan had done to her against the wall.
What had Jessie wanted her to do? Go out and turn … left?
But it had been much longer than ten minutes. Twenty, at least. Maybe more. An hour? She had no concept of time.
Kirsten turned left and walked as straight as she could. She quickly became cold. The body heat of the warehouse, the dancing, and the spotlights someone had brought in had been enough to keep her warm; now she wanted to get back. Or go home. But her train to Virginia didn’t leave until tomorrow afternoon. She’d planned on partying, then crashing at a nearby motel. With what she made off the
She felt around for her belt and breathed a sigh of relief when she felt her cash in the small zippered pouch. She didn’t keep all her money in her purse, only a few bucks, because she didn’t want to get stuck in the city flat broke if she lost it. No way was she going to call her mother for help. Maybe Ryan had found her phone and she could call Trey. Trey always said he would help her.
But she didn’t want to call her ex-boyfriend. He’d lecture her about her bad behavior and she didn’t want to
