I whipped around, glaring at him to try and warn him to stay back. “Fuck you for being you,” I tossed at him, unsure if that even made sense, but I was too blindingly mad to care.
“Woah, way to cut my heart out, baby,” he laughed and that sound just got me even angrier.
I stalked away again, needing to put some distance between me and him. That was the whole problem in the first place. He was always too close. His scent was intoxicating, it shouldn’t have been legal. But if he just kept his distance then I wouldn’t have this problem.
I snatched a cushion off the couch, launching it at him the same moment Saint’s music hit a powerful, choir-wailing crescendo. Kyan caught it out of the air, tossing it away with a smirk on his face as he continued to chase after me at a steady pace.
I grabbed up another cushion, throwing it, then another and another. He either caught or deflected them all and I snarled my fury as he tried to catch me and I leapt over the side of the couch to escape him. He was still laughing and the more he did that, the more furious I became.
I went for something precious to him next, marching straight for the Xbox and grabbing a control before launching it at his head. He barely caught that one, but he still did.
“Goddammit!” I snapped, throwing another one before turning, about to wrench the whole console out from the cabinet under the TV.
His arms closed around me, his chin rubbing against my head. “Why are you so angry? Are you trying to get my dick hard again? Because it’s working.”
I shoved out of his arms with an honest-to-shit snarl and he let me go as I stalked across the room towards the kitchenette. “You’re just so…so-”
“Handsome?” he offered and I grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl on the kitchen counter, throwing it at him with a huff.
He caught it, taking a savage bite out of it so juices ran down his chin. “Irresistible?”
I grabbed up another apple, readying my aim.
The other Night Keepers may have infuriated me, but they didn’t get me raging like Kyan did. I ached to destroy Saint with a cold, vicious kind of hate, with Blake I wanted to make his heart bleed, but Kyan? Fucking Kyan. I wanted to claw his pretty face off and burn it in the fireplace!
“Good at making you come?”
I threw the apple with hopes of death by fruit, but he caught that one too, tossing it up and down in his hand then bouncing it off his elbow and catching it again. “Irritating, antagonising, insufferable!”
Deep down, I knew I wasn’t even angry at him. I was angry at myself. I was supposed to be luring Kyan in and capturing his heart according to mine and Monroe’s plan. At least a piece of it anyway. But that wasn’t what was happening, he was playing me like every girl he’d ever played. And the only heart that was getting damaged was mine.
“Jeez baby, just suck my dick again already. You’re obviously gagging for it.”
Nope, scrap that, I was mad at him. Really fucking mad.
I was about to start screeching in ultrasonic tones when I spotted the list of rules on the fridge. Victory sailed through my veins like a summer breeze and I strode forward, slamming my finger against no touching in bed then pointed at no foreplay.
“You broke the rules,” I announced, my heart lifting as I realised I could punish him for this. Really punish him. Even if I had made the decision to be with him last night, that didn’t make my rules void. This was the perfect way to get even for all the shit he’d dragged me through and for the emotions he invoked in me which I was decidedly blaming him for even though I knew that was illogical. But right then, I didn’t care one bit. He’d done plenty to earn my wrath besides this. Now I just had the perfect excuse to unleash it.
“Psh.” He nudged me aside, tossing the apples down on the side and wrenching the fridge open. He took out the milk, twisting the cap off, proceeding to drink right from the bottle and my nose wrinkled. My dad always did that and I hated it.
“Other people drink that milk,” I hissed. “And you broke two rules, dipshit.”
“Did I hear you correctly?” Saint appeared from the gym, his chest gleaming and his muscles taut, taking me by surprise for a second as he approached.
I pointed out the rules Kyan had broken again, heat surfacing in my cheeks and Saint’s eyes turned to pitch.
“Fuck you, Kyan,” he snarled, snatching the milk from him and launching it into the sink so it splashed everywhere.
“She wanted it,” Kyan laughed, entirely unaffected by Saint’s outburst.
“Doesn’t matter,” I said at the same time Saint did and I shared a look with him where his eyes burned directly into my soul. Holy shit, we actually agree on something for once.
Kyan rolled his eyes, marching away and throwing himself down on the couch. “So punish me, baby. I don’t give a flying saucer of a fuck.”
I clenched my jaw, glaring at the back of his head and mentally going through the list of their crimes. My mind latched onto one in particular and I suddenly knew exactly what I was going to do to him.
I strode forward, intending to head to the bathroom, but Saint caught my arm, his grip cool even though he’d been working out for an hour and
