“Do you want that to be one of us next?” I ask Kai, pointing at the dead body. “I don’t like you and you don’t like me, but I don’t want any of you to die. My dad’s a cold-blooded killer and he’s coming for us. I know he’s the one who did this.” My chest is heaving from panic and anger mixing.
“How do you know Anderson didn’t do this?” Kai asks, curling his lip.
“He doesn’t have the balls to,” I yell, flinging my arms out as if that will help him understand. “He’s just a woman beater,” I say, looking away because I know I’ve got tears in my eyes. “He wouldn’t kill someone. This is exactly the type of thing my dad would do,” I say, stepping forward to get in his face.
He grabs my wrists and goes to walk away, but I dig my heels in the ground. Kai turns around and throws me over his shoulder, kicking and screaming.
I glance back at Killian and Ava as we go back inside. Killian has his hand on Ava’s shoulder as if to comfort her. I don’t think he even realizes. Ava’s eyes are wide and red-rimmed with tears.
A pang of guilt hits me. If anything, she’s the only one on my side during all this, and I’ve come to recognize her as a friend.
We get up to Kai’s room and as soon as he slams the door, he throws me against it, holding me in place. His lips slam against mine, while his hands grab for my ass. My heart feels like it’s ready to explode from my chest, still filled with anger and fear and panic, but my body is responding. It’s like Kai is a sorcerer and I’m under his spell. When his hands are on me, it’s all I know, want, and need.
His tongue caresses mine savagely, dominantly. He grinds his hips into me, and I can feel his hard length pressing into my throbbing clit.
Suddenly it's as if he’s possessed, his hands ferociously grab the t-shirt I’m wearing and rip it in half before yanking off the rest of my clothes. I moan into his mouth and it’s like something wilder unleashes within him. He growls and roughly lays me on the ground before flipping me onto my stomach.
“I’ve been dying to take you on all fours,” Kai rasps, slapping me hard on the ass.
“Your pussy is so wet for me I already see your juices dripping down your underwear.” Kai’s voice is almost unrecognizable.
I lift my ass in the air, letting him know I’m ready for him. I can’t take it any longer.
“Yes, baby. Just like that. Show me that sweet tight ass,” he groans.
The words are barely out of his mouth before he’s gripping my hips and slamming into me. I cry out, jolting forward with a mix of pleasure and pain.
“Fuck,” Kai grunts.
He bends over me, grabbing onto my breasts and pinching my nipples. Something he knows I love.
I feel his tongue slide along my shoulder blade while he thrusts frantically into me. Our skin slaps together loudly while I pant out Kai’s name, my distress momentarily forgotten.
When Kai’s fingers find my clit, I can feel my release mounting.
“Come for me, baby,” Kai whispers.
His fingers circle my clit quicker and quicker, adding more pressure, and that’s when I come apart. He follows shortly after, his warm release entering me as I clench around him.
When we’re both finished, I collapse onto my stomach and he rolls off of me onto his back. We lie there, chests heaving.
“Are you better?” Kai asks.
“Fuck you,” I spit at him.
“Aw, love you too, love,” he says sarcastically, but there's an angry glint in his eye. What the fuck else is new?
“To answer your question, I’m not better. My mom just died, you’ve kidnapped me, and now my psychotic father is after us all. We’re all going to die if you don’t let me go or at least listen to me.”
“If you’re going to start talking hysterics again, I’ll just keep fucking you. I could fuck you into oblivion.”
“I’m not scared of you,” I say.
He starts laughing. Hysterically. As if I just told him the funniest knock-knock joke.
I lean over and slap him across the face. Hard.
His face had turned to the side with the momentum of my slap and when he turns back to face me, I see a muscle flex in his jaw.
Fuck. I got ahead of myself, but he makes me absolutely insane. I may regret that slap a little now, though, as Kai stares at me wondering whether he should murder me or not.
“I could kill you,” he says, lethally soft with his head tilted to the side, ice-blue eyes intense.
I gulp but lift my chin. “You won’t.”
He growls, his hand coming out so quickly my eye can barely track it and I flinch, but he only wraps his hand around my throat. Just rests it there.
It’s a warning. I see his own throat bob.
“Just one quick squeeze and I could do it. You’d claw at my hands and try to stop me of course—your survival instincts kicking in. But my hold would overpower you and then I’d watch. Watch as the life drains from your eyes.”
My pulse speeds up and Kai’s thumb smooths over it ever so gently. He gives a boyish half smile as if he’s the sweet church boy my grandmother wanted me to date.
“Don’t ever hit me again, Desiree,” Kai says.
Hours later, after Kai’s creepy monologue that I can’t quit thinking about, everyone in the house is gathered in the living room. My eyes keep wandering to Ava to make sure she’s okay. I wish she and I had more privacy to talk.
My eyes keep drifting to Kai, too, of course. My thoughts are consumed with him. What the fuck is he doing to me?
He’s not nice.
He’s not gentle.
He never will be.
But I feel something with him. Something
