Killian Pierce just marked my pussy, claiming me as his.
9
Desiree
A few days have passed and I’ve barely left Kai’s room.
We all go to school together—which is a whole ordeal in itself. Everyone stares as the two “quiet” girls walk in with the most popular guys in school. Kai is up my ass all day. It feels like I can’t breathe. I have no alone time here, and that’s exactly how Kai wants it.
When we get home, sometimes we go on deals with the guys, among other things: fights, races, it’s surreal watching the power they really do hold.
Apparently, they’re a legit gang here in Blackcrown Falls, which sounds ridiculous. I feel like I’ve stepped into the plot of some bad movie. They run the whole town. Two eighteen-year-old spoiled, rich pricks.
Ava and I have become closer, too. At least, I tell myself we are. It’s hard to tell when you pretty much live with a person after only a few days of knowing them. We were sorta smashed together in this shitty situation that’s completely out of our control, and dealing with it the best way we can.
And...I’ve gotten used to it here as much as I hate to admit. The smells, sounds, Kai’s moods. I’m starting to adapt to it, and I don’t know what that says about me.
The last 24 hours I haven’t seen much of Ava, and I hope she’s okay. She probably is. I mean, Killian is a dick just like Kai, but there’s something in the way he looks at her that makes me think he wouldn’t actually hurt her. At least, not physically anyway. But then again, these boys here are psychotic, so I could be wrong.
I’ve started worrying about Ava more and more now. I imagine this is what it would’ve been like if I’d had a sibling.
I stare at the vaulted ceiling in a haze, counting the little imprints there and the fancy ass ceiling fan. Rich people have the most ridiculously extravagant stuff. Not only does he have the fancy ass fan, but he’s also got remote-controlled curtains and lights. He can change the color and dimness of the lights too. He can even turn on a disco ball with his light system. Like, who needs that?
I guess for a poor underprivileged girl like me, it’s hard thinking of impractical things like that to buy with your hard earned cash.
I squint my eyes as the sun starts to rise, leaving a soft glow in Kai’s room. I asked him why he doesn’t use black-out curtains. It seems fitting for him, and surely he has the money for the added expense. But he tutted and said “the more daylight I waste, the more time I’m giving my enemies to waste me” like some old grandpa mob boss.
Who even talks like that?
I think he’s just afraid of the dark, like a normal person.
His room really is fit for a king. Everything is red and black, reminding me of a sick game of chess.
I take a deep breath and the cuffs around my wrists clank against his bed, and I grit my teeth in anger. As shitty as it is, I won’t lie and say his bed isn’t the comfiest bed I’ve ever slept on. Are these the things you get when you make a deal with the devil?
I know he’ll have more questions for me when he wakes up. I don’t know what he thinks I’m hiding still. It’s not like I’m a good liar. I think he knows that. I think he knows I’m not hiding anything and that I’m not a threat, but he seems desperate for some reason.
And I don’t know how he knows Chad, but he seems to think I’m working with Chad against him.
If Kai had any brains at all, he’d realize he’s interrogating the wrong people. A small part of me wonders if maybe, just maybe, he wants to keep me. That he’s putting whatever his big plan was, off, so that we can keep our odd arrangement we have going on now. I’m no fool to think he’s developed some sort of mushy feelings for me.
Kai would never.
But I know he likes my body.
As soon as his name pops into my head, I feel long rough fingers skim down my leg causing instant chills on my skin.
He’s up.
My blood heats as he rubs my inner thigh. I hate the way my body instantly responds to his touch. He’s like a drug and the effects of him are instant. I want to spread my legs in the hopes that he’ll touch me between my thighs. Where my clit currently has a heartbeat of its own. His fingers rise higher and higher, and now my breathing is accelerated.
He rubs me through the thin sleep shorts I’m wearing. And, as if I have no self control, my hips buck against his hand, seeking more friction.
“Ah, love,” Kai’s deep morning voice already sounds taunting. “Already so horny this early in the morning?”
I squeeze my eyes shut in shame as wetness pools between my legs and my breasts start to tingle, feeling extra heavy. Fuck him and his wickedly skilled hands.
“Are you going to make me come or not?” My voice comes out husky and I clear my throat. I want to say something else. Something witty. Or mean. Hurt his feelings.
But there’s nothing there. My brain and body have already decided they want to come, leaving me in a state of complete hyperfocus on what my body is craving.
“That depends. Are you going to give me more information today other
