I glare up at him.
“I’m telling you you’re the only one I’ve been with and I’ll say it right in front of him.” I don’t blink, I don’t waiver. I know he can hear the anger in my voice. I look away, unable to handle staring into his eyes. It makes me feel things I shouldn’t. Just like I do when he touches me. “Why does it even matter to you?”
“It doesn’t.” He’s the liar this time. I don’t watch him gather up his clothes and I don’t watch him leave. I can only pray that fucking me was the last thing Killian needed to get me out of his system. Maybe now we’ll both be free.
5
Desiree
I’d left school early, after the incident with Kai, running home with tears racing down my cheeks and full of self-loathing.
I hate him.
He took advantage of me.
Forced me to bend to his will.
I know his type, and that he’s used to this sort of thing, but I can’t let him get away with it with me. I’ve been pushed around for too fucking long by too many fucking men.
I consider just skipping school today and running away for the umpteenth time. But with what? No high school diploma or money.
I have to finish this last year of school, and at least try for a small community college. It’s that thought that forces me to move and get into the shower.
I grab a towel and a washcloth from the dryer and sleepily make my way to the bathroom.
The hot water feels great for the anxiety I’ve been having lately, and on my aching muscles. Getting assaulted every day and being so completely overwhelmed and stressed has really taken its toll.
Silly me, here I was worried about things like money and my mom, and just typical teenager shit.
Now I have a psychopath that wants to torment me.
I close my eyes as I wash my hair, the floral scent of my shampoo wafting in the air.
I hear the bathroom door creak open and freeze, then my shoulders sag. It’s probably just my mom.
“Mom?” My voice comes out garbled from water hitting my face and I hurriedly try to wash the soap from my eyes.
When there’s no answer, stark cold fear hits me like a wrecking ball. My hands swipe at my face so fast it’s as if I’m trying to peel off my skin.
When my eyes finally pop open, my head whips back and forth in the shower until I bring a shaky hand up to the shower curtain.
I count down in my head, three to one, and jerk it open.
A strangled gasp leaves my throat when I see Kai leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.
He smirks. “Morning, love.”
“Mom,” I yell, but then Kai is on me. One hand grasping the back of my neck while the other covers my mouth, silencing me. My heart is like a hummingbird in a cage pounding against my chest.
“She already knows I’m here.” He smiles a shark’s smile.
I yank my face away from his hand. “What the fuck did you do to her?”
“Nothing.” He shrugs as if I’m an idiot for assuming the worst of him. “Just brought her some breakfast and got her off to bed. She had a long shift at the diner last night.” He nods his head in mock sympathy, and he’s such a good actor if I didn’t know better, I’d almost believe that he meant well in being here. “I assured her you were in good hands with me and that I’d get you to school safely,” he says cheekily.
His eyes trace my body slowly. “I left out the part where I was going to watch said daughter shower and finger her tight little pussy in front of me.”
I hate the way his words affect me. My sex throbs between my thighs and my nipples tighten, but I glare up at him.
“I will never willingly do that for you, or anything sexual for that matter. Not after what you did yesterday.” My chest heaves in anger, desire, anticipation.
And I love that my mother just decides someone like Kai is safe to leave in the house with me alone. Even after all the abuse, we’ve suffered from my father...she’s either naive or just doesn’t care.
He backs away from me, leaning against the wall once more. “Sit down and spread your legs.” Is his only response.
“You’re a monster. A fucking soulless monster,” I say furiously, my eyes so full of hate I’m surprised they don’t spew venom.
Kai’s ice blue eyes are intense as they bore into mine, and a slow, sadistic smile spreads across his lips. “Actually, I do have a soul, love. But if I showed it to you, you'd run away and hide. Although, if you run, I’ll enjoy the hunt.”
I jerk the curtain closed, clenching my fist. “Please just leave, Kai,” I say, even though I know he won’t.
He yanks the curtain open, his eyes intense as they scan up and down my body. He clenches his jaw and licks his lips. “Not until I get what I want.”
His eyes bore into mine as if they’re reaching my soul. “Touch your pussy,” he growls.
“No.”
He reaches out and slides his fingers between my folds. I gasp, but bat his hand away. His eyes narrow and he grabs my hand, placing it where his just was.
“Finger fuck yourself. I know you want to, love.” Kai’s normally light eyes are filled with such lust that I have to look away.
“I don’t want to.”
“Bet no one has made you come as hard as I did yesterday,” his voice is low and gravelly. “I know you can’t stop thinking about it.”
He starts moving his hand over top of mine. My clit pulses violently between my thighs, and as if my hips have their own volition, they buck against our hands.
“That’s fucking right,” he rasps. “You’re such a good little slut.”
He starts moving our hands faster, and then adds
