Kyan looked down his nose at me, water dripping from his damp hair which was loose and chaotic. “Nowhere is safe from me, baby.”
He shoved me aside, prowling toward the Unspeakables and jumping up onto the table (a free-standing fucking jump). His muddy boots left prints all over their work as he strode around the table in a circle, eyeing them all like prey.
“Stop being an asshole,” I demanded, glaring up at him with fury in my heart.
“No can do, sugartits. That’s like asking the wind not to blow or the wolf not to howl.” He threw me a wink and I planted my hands on my hips.
“Stop it,” I growled. “I’ll go if that’s what you want, just leave them alone.”
“Alright,” Kyan sighed and my shoulders relaxed a little. “As soon as I’ve relieved myself.” He unzipped his fly, tugging out his dick and started pissing on Deepthroat’s work, the urine splashing onto her clothes as she gazed up at him unblinkingly.
“Oh my god,” I gasped, unsure what to do as I watched this actually happen. “You fucking bastard! Get away from her!”
Kyan growled in satisfaction, tucking himself away and tugging up his fly before his gaze shot to me. “You wouldn’t defend her if you knew what she did.”
“She just had a crush on you and tried to give you a blowjob, is that really deserving of all this assfuckery?” I was burning up with how mad I was. I couldn’t believe what I’d just seen, or the fact that the Unspeakables were staring at him like this wasn’t even the worst of what they usually faced.
Kyan tsked, sneering at Deepthroat. “Is that what she said?” He jumped off of the table, striding towards me, leering. “And you believe her just like that, do you? Sweet, innocent Tatum, standing up for the poor little victims of the Night Keepers. How fucking noble of you.”
He grabbed my wrist in a vice-like grip, dragging me down the aisle and I dug my heels in furiously.
“Let go of me,” I demanded, throwing a punch into his side, but he didn’t slow, hauling me along until we reached the front door and dragging me out into the storm. I didn’t even have my blazer or my bag and I was instantly soaked as he pulled me up the path, the rain tumbling down on us like bullets.
“Kyan!” I shouted over the raging wind. “Let go of me!”
His grip was so tight, it was bruising, but he didn’t relent, his jaw set as he pulled me along with intention, and wherever we were going, I feared arriving there more than the journey.
I spotted Kyan’s dirt bike leaning against a tree out of the storm and he pulled me over to it, shoving his helmet onto my head before getting on the bike and glaring at me in an order to get on.
I turned, about to run away, when he grabbed my wrist again and threw me over his lap so I was gazing down at the ground.
“Kyan!” I screamed as he took off down the path, veering in the opposite direction to The Temple and the wind blew up my skirt so my ass was completely fucking exposed to him. I heard him laugh as the rain crashed over my bare skin and I growled in fury, unable to do anything as I clung onto his leg for dear life. Nothing but curse him anyway.
“You fucking dickbag, good-for-nothing son of a bitch!” I screamed as he did a wheelie, one hand slamming down on my ass to keep me in place. When the front wheel landed again, we sailed downhill and the wind had mercy and blew my skirt back down to cover my panties, but fuck if it did anything to lessen my fury. My hate.
This bastard, this absolute piece of shit bastard!
He pulled off of the path and the rain stopped drenching me as he parked the bike under a tree. I got up, ripping the helmet off and smacking him around the head with it. He snatched it from my hands, tossing it to the ground as he swung his leg over the seat and came after me. There was a demon living in his eyes and I didn’t want anything to do with it. I turned and ran, racing for the path as I realised we’d arrived at the Willow Boathouse.
His heavy footfalls pounded after me, but I was quicker, I just had to put some distance between us. Fuck him and his stupid fucking face.
My foot slipped on the wet grass and I cried out as my ankle twisted at an awkward ankle and I hit the ground on my knees.
“Fuck,” I hissed and Kyan plucked me up like I weighed as much as a feather, tossing me over his shoulder as he carried me into the boathouse.
It was a state of the art place with gleaming white walls and three ports where rowing boats and jet skis sat bobbing in the water. Lined up on one wall were kayaks and oars, all perfectly aligned as if Saint had personally overseen the job. Kyan took an iron spiral staircase up to the second level while I pounded my fists into his back, his footsteps ringing off of the metal as he made it to the top and pushed through a glass door.
He carried me to one of the rattan ottomans that filled a corner of the room, gently placing me down on it and dropping onto the floor in front of me on his knees. He took my foot into his lap, peeling off my shoe then sliding his fingers up my
