“Who was?” I ask, leaning an elbow on the table, something the boys’ grandma tried to break me of, but never could. She used to whack my elbows with a ruler, and I still couldn’t break the habit.
“Killian, of course.” She snorts derisively like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Pink is definitely your color. I’m glad to see it fit.” I feel my face warm with embarrassment. I shouldn’t feel so pleased that he picked the dress out, but I am.
“Killian always knew me better than anyone, I suppose,” I say, because I don’t know how to have this conversation. Everything is so awkward and complicated.
“What’s up with you two anyway?” She finally looks up from the stack of money. She studies me as she packs the band of bills into a plastic bag with an expert ease I used to have. “Are you and Killian back together?”
“No,” I answer quickly. “He’s made it very clear that he hates me.”
“I never believed that you actually did that to him.” Her top lip curls up in disgust.
“Did what to him? I had to leave, no one understands…” I start, but she holds her finger up to quiet me.
“I don’t want to be in it. I’ve said too much already. Killian told all of us to keep our mouths shut when it comes to you. And that’s what I plan to do.” She opens a new envelope filled with cash and starts counting, no longer looking at me. “You’re still his only weakness. Heads will roll if anyone crosses you, and it’s not going to be mine.”
“Do you even realize what you’re saying or how confusing any of this is?” I snatch the money out of her hand and set it on the table, forcing her to look up at me. “He hates me, that much is clear. Why does he hate me?”
She squints her eyes like she’s unsure if I’m putting on an act. I see the realization in her eyes right before she says, “I think he has a hard time believing what you did. It gets him crazy in the head. You know how the Pierce boys are.” She shakes her head, taking the money back, busying her hands.
I decide to let it go and not ask her what she thinks I did to him because she’s obviously not going to tell me. Instead, I say, “For whatever reason, he’s decided that I’m his property again.” I shrug a shoulder and her eyes snap up to mine.
“Honey, you’ve always belonged to Killian Pierce. Everyone has always known that. He’s just decided he wants you to know.” She smirks like she finds the whole thing amusing.
“Ava!” Damon, River’s boyfriend exclaims as he thunders down the stairs and into the basement. He’s always sounded like a herd of rhinos whenever he enters the room and it’s good to see nothing has changed.
“Miss me?” I joke and he laughs, but River doesn’t. “I guess you’re allowed to speak to me again?” It’s a low blow, but I take it anyway because it hurt when everyone cut me off. I understand that Kai and Killian are their sources of protection and a cushy lifestyle, but it still hurt to lose everyone while my heart was ripped out of my chest.
He finally smiles. It’s full and wide, and I remember him being the class clown when we were younger. He gestures to his crotch and says, “It was either stay friends with you or have my dick cut off.” He’s joking. Kind of.
“It’s not like that anymore. He just likes to torture me, but that whole overly protective thing he had for me, that’s long gone.” I roll my eyes but manage a smile. As much as I hate the terms of my staying here, and the way things are between me and Killian, I missed this feeling of family that I had with the boys’ close friends. “He doesn’t care what anyone does to me as long as I’m miserable. And I’m done asking why.”
“I’m just saying, just because he wasn’t talking to you, doesn’t mean he wasn’t beating the fuck out of anyone who tried,” Damon says as one of the guys playing cards perks up, looking in our direction.
Before Damon can protest, the guy is up from the table, leaving his hand of cards lying unattended while the other players puff on cigars. I don’t recognize him from school and I’m guessing he’s bought into one of the Pierce poker games.
“Why don’t you come over and sit on my lap like a good little slut?” He grabs my face before I can back up and yanks me toward him. He looks to Damon who has moved to stand between the guy and River. I’m surprised he doesn’t try to stop whatever this guy is about to do, but maybe that’s the point. Maybe that’s why Killian told me to meet him down here. Maybe he changed his mind and he’s going to let this guy have me.
“Get off of me,” I say, shoving at his chest, but his grip on my face tightens. He’s grinning at me like a fucking lunatic when I start hitting his arms and kicking at his legs. I won’t let this happen. He’ll have to kill me first. I’m surprised when he sucks in a sharp breath, and by the way his eyes enlarge as he stares behind me, I already know Killian is there.
The guy lets me go, but instead of being free to move, I feel a large hand on the back of my neck that I instantly recognize as Killian’s.
I grip the edge of the table because I’m not sure what is about to happen. I look to River, but she won’t meet my eyes as she shuffles the money quickly back into the envelope. She doesn’t need to be told to leave. She’s smart enough to know not to mess with Killian when he’s angry and she isn’t going to give him a reason to turn on her.
“I was just…” Damon starts to explain to Killian, but River shoves a stack of money into his hands as if to say shut the fuck up and count the money. The guy who grabbed me shuffles back and rushes over to the table where he was playing cards.
“Let him deal with it,” River tells Damon as she brushes by us unbothered and heads upstairs with her boyfriend trailing behind her.
Killian wraps a hand through my long blonde hair and forces me to walk further into the basement. He yanks my head back against his chest so I’m looking up at him. The way he glares down at me has my stomach flipping. He’s checking my face over and I know my chin must be red from that guy’s grimy fingers digging into my skin as I struggled to get away from him. The guys playing cards drop their hands without having to be told and stand up, never once looking at my face.
“Look man, I was just having a little fun. I didn’t realize she was your bitch…” the guy who grabbed me pleads, holding his hands up. His voice is higher than when he called me a slut.
Killian loosens his hold on my hair, only to move his hand to the back of my neck. Before I realize what’s happening, he uses his other hand to pull his handgun out of his jeans. He lifts his arm, locked straight out in front of us, and shoots the guy in the face.
If I were any other girl I’d probably scream, cover my face and start crying. But this isn’t the first time I’ve seen Killian do something like this, and I’m sure it won’t be the last. Still, the sight of the man falling into a bloody pool in front of me sucks the breath out of my lungs. I take a deep breath and lean back against Killian. Subconsciously, my hand reaches back to grab his shirt, needing something to hold onto, something to keep me grounded.
“Any of you other fuckers want to try touching what’s mine?” Killian’s voice is low, and the other men shake their heads quickly. “Take care of it and don’t come back down here.” He shoves me forward and the men step to either side of us as we pass by them.
He guides me toward the pool table and I must not be walking fast enough, because he picks me up with one arm. When we reach the table, he tosses me on it like I weigh nothing at all. I’m bent over the table and before I can move, he’s lifting my dress up and slapping my ass, hard.
I shove up on my arms, turning my head to glare back at him. “Get off me,” I tell him, but he moves forward, gripping my throat in his hand and pressing his cock against my ass.
“That better be the last time you doubt me.” He grits his teeth and he must see the confusion on my face because he elaborates, “I hear everything, Ava. I’m the only one who gets to put my hands on you. Just because I hate you, doesn’t mean I’m willing to share.” I swallow hard, realizing why he’s really angry. He’s mad at m
e for thinking he would let another man put their hands on me despite the fact that he’s threatened to do just that several times. I hate the relief that fills my chest. He might not want me, but he isn’t going to let his friends hurt me. I feel the anger radiating from his hand, causing it to shake as he grips my throat. He reaches down and unzips his jeans with his free hand.
“Don’t do this, Killian.” I plead. I don’t want it to be like this. I can’t deny that my body wants his, it probably always will. But I don’t want it to be like this, while he’s angry and trying to teach me a lesson.
“Did you get wet for him?” He slaps my ass one more time before pulling my panties to the side. He delivers his palm against my ass cheeks three more times. I cry out, the stinging burn is part pain and part pleasure. I groan, knowing he can see how wet my pussy is becoming for him. Without warning, he sinks two fingers inside my aching core. “Answer me, slut.” The way he says the slur feels more like a dig at the guy who called me that and is currently being mopped up off the floor in the other room.
“No,” I croak out, gasping as his fingers work in and out of my pussy. He shoves my head down on the green felt covered table with a heavy palm. My cheek is flush against the table and I’m completely vulnerable to anything he wants to do to me.
“Who makes you wet, Ava?” He grunts, pulling his fingers out and tipping my neck so he has easy access to my mouth. He slides his digits into my mouth roughly, shoving them all the way in to touch the back of my throat. I gag, but flick my tongue the best that I can to taste my sweet juices off of his salty skin. He groans and sinks his hard cock all the way inside me with one rough thrust. I moan around his fingers and he snaps, “Fucking answer me.”
“You,” I gasp. “Just you.” He fucks me hard, fast, and without reservation. He gives me all of his anger as I arch back, wanting him as deep inside me as he can go. I hate to admit it, but I need this right now. I need to let go, just for a little while.
He yanks me back against his chest and his mouth is hot against my ear as he fucks me. “Don’t ever question who you belong to again.” His fingers find my clit at the exact moment his mouth settles against my neck. “Fuck me, baby. Come for me.”
All it takes is one more hard thrust and his teeth nipping my neck for me to come undone in his arms. He moves his hands up to my breasts as he bottoms out inside my pulsing pussy. I expect him to pick up his pace, to thrust until he comes inside me. But instead, he groans, pulling all the way out of me, and turns me to face him. Lifting me up on the table, he then pushes me to lie back. One hand finds my breast and the other grips my hip as he slams back inside me, finding his pace again. Our eyes lock and I feel both of his hands dig into my skin, until the hand on my hip moves down and guides his already pulsing cock out of my pussy. I’m confused, because he seemed adamant about coming inside me before. Barely a second later, he calls out my name, and white hot cum jets out and covers my glistening pussy.
He dips his head forward, pressing his face against my stomach. I’m surprised when he kisses the flushed skin he finds. When his breathing is regulated, he rights his posture, but still hovers over me, strong arms caging me in as his palms flatten on the table next to my head. We’re silent, neither one of us willing to look away. It’s there in his eyes that I find answers, not the ones I’ve been searching for, but answers nonetheless.
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, fe
eling 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 than Anderson’s favorite color?”
“I will when you uncuff me,” I say, annoyed.
“Where would be the fun in that?” He asks with a sinister smile.
Anger courses through me and an evil idea pops into my mind. “I can tell you Chad’s favorite part of my body that he liked to lick.”
The words are barely out of my mouth before he’s hovering over top of me. His eyes narrow into angry slits while he bares his teeth at me. “You lie,” he hisses. “That motherfucker could have never made you come like I have or made you feel the way I have. You can talk shit all you want, but I can read your body, love, and I know it wants me and only me.”
“Oh, he made me come,” I lie. “He was so good,” I moan, licking my lips with what I hope is a dreamy expression on my face as if I’m remembering those sexy times now.
Kai flips me onto my stomach quickly, and I squeak as my wrist tugs on the metal band locked around it. He pulls my shorts down and a loud clap echoes in the room as he slaps my bare ass.
I cry out, my muscles tensing. Flight or fight instincts kicking in.
“Let. Me. Fucking. Go.”
Kai doesn’t answer me, his legs on either side of my back feel like sharp stones digging into my hips. Instead, I feel something slide around my neck and I gasp. My first instinct is to reach my hand toward my neck but Kai grabs it, tutting me.
“This means you’re officially mine, Desiree,” Kai says in a throaty voice.
He flips me back over, my breasts swaying with the motion, and Kai stares at them greedily. I want his mouth on them. His teeth. I want to feel that zing of pleasure.
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