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 undeniable and inescapable. It’s like I want him to notice me, to see me. Make him proud. If that doesn’t scream daddy issues, then I don't know what does.
But I can’t seem to suppress it, and I don’t even know if I want to.
I feel a connection with Ava, too. Not romantically or anything, but a kinship. We’re both fucked up and fused together with a friendship bonded by trauma and respect.
Also, getting kidnaped by psychotic brothers doesn’t help.
“What are we going to do?” Ava asks.
I give her a sad smile because I know what these fuckers are going to say. They’re going to act like everything’s fine even though it's not. It’s so far from fine. It’s a complete dumpster fire.
“I’m about to go get richer,” Kai says emotionlessly.
My shoulders sag. What the fuck does that even mean? Ava only looks annoyed.
“Really, Kai? You think now is the time for a fight?” she asks.
Kai and Killian both glare at her.
I roll my eyes. “Oh God forbid a woman talks or says something in front of the men.” I put a hand to my chest, trying to be extra dramatic. “Shall we go wash your clothes now and bake dinner?” I ask cheekily.
A muscle feathers in Kai’s jaw. “Desiree…” he warns.
“Kai…” I say right back.
He stands so quickly that the chair jerks out from behind him and he grabs my arm. “Come on,” he says.
I want to ask where we’re going, but I know it’ll only make him madder.
I hear Ava and Killian’s footsteps behind us. We hop in the car, and I jump when the music blasts to life in my eardrums.
Kai turns it down a little, and I know he’s trying not to laugh at my little scare, but he doesn’t.
“Wow,” I say sarcastically. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were actually going to laugh.”
“I laugh if something’s funny,” he says, shrugging.
“Yeah, and I fought in World War two,” I reply.
A small breath of air leaves his nose in what I assume is a small laugh.
He clears his throat. “You’re just not very funny. I don’t have much reason to laugh around you.”
“Oh, what the fuck ever, I am a riot,” I say, and then giggle a little at my own joke.
“You make me want to fucking riot with that mouth of yours,” Kai says.
“I think you like my mouth a lot, actually.”
He harrumphs. “I think it gets you in a lot of trouble and you need to be whipped into shape.”
“Oh, and the big strong Kai Pierce is going to whip me into fucking shape?”
He gives his usual evil chuckle. “Oh, you’ll see.”
We pull into what looks like an abandoned warehouse. Looks pretty creepy honestly.
“Don’t look at nobody and don’t talk to nobody. Stay with Killian at all times or you will be punished. Got it?”
“Yes, Master,” I say seductively.
He growls and gets out of the car, practical
ly yanking me around like some sort of rag doll.
Killian and Ava pull up beside us, tires squealing. Killian gets out of the car, eyes scanning our surroundings as if he thinks we’ll get jumped at any minute.
God, I feel like I’m in some sort of FBI movie. My life is so surreal lately.
Killian manhandles Ava just like Kai does with me. The guys practically box us in with their big frames.
We walk inside the place and it’s just as dark as the parking lot. You can barely hear a pin drop, but then there’s something off in the distance. It's a throbbing that sounds like my heartbeat and the closer we get to it, the more the vibrations thrum through my body.
Kai opens a random door on the side that I hadn’t even noticed, and then the sound comes crashing in.
Tons of people stand in a circle around a make-shift ring. There are tables everywhere. Drugs. People doing the drugs. Playing cards. Half naked women who look way older than just typical high school students dance with dollars hanging in their g-string.
“Kai motherfucking Pierce!” A voice booms over a loudspeaker.
Everyone goes wild and their stares fall on us. Kai gives them all his signature menacing look.
“Remember what I said?” he bends, asking me out of the corner of his mouth.
“Yes,” I say quietly. “Stay with Killian.” I’m nervous. I’ve never been to a fight before and I didn’t realize this is how it would be.
Once we get up close and personal with the make-shift ring in the middle of the room, Kai gets up inside. His opponent looks just as tough as he is on the opposite end.
Tall, but not quite as tall as Kai, and super beefy. Tattoos cover his entire body and his face is full of rage and my worst nightmares. He looks like he’s ready to fuck shit up.
He and Kai face off and as the bell rings, they circle each other like fucking panthers.
His opponent strikes first, but Kai blocks immediately. Kai’s foot comes up with a swift kick to the guy’s temple and he falls down. But he’s back up just as quick.
Kai gives him an evil smile before delivering an uppercut to his ribs. The other guy punches Kai in the jaw, but then Kai is on him. As if he needed to feel pain or something. He lands blow after blow on the other guy. Blood splatters onto the concrete ground, and I watch, mesmerized, as Kai doesn’t let up. He just keeps them coming. Even though the man is clearly unconscious.
And I find myself wondering as I look at Killian and Ava’s tense faces beside me, how any of this is going to help in the situation we’re in and if Kai was the one who actually needed this. This seems like a release of his own. One that only he can seek out. Kai cannot show weakness. But in his own fucked up way, this is how he does it. He can’t express himself, so he beats the shit out of others instead. Therefore, letting his emotions out.
Nice, I huff inwardly.
I can’t help but try and learn everything about him. Why is he the way he is? Obviously, he’s been through some tough shit. No one is born a monster, right?
“Stop thinking about it,” Killian says, and I’m ripped out of my thoughts. It’s Monday morning and I still can’t shake the picture of that man hanging in that tree from my mind. I forget sometimes how well Killian can read my thoughts and moods. Even when he hates me, he knows me better than anyone else. We haven’t talked about what happened the other night, when he got tipsy and let his guard down. When he let me comfort him like I used to. Last night he gave me his shirt to sleep in again, but he cuffed me to the bed and slept facing away from me. I hate that I wanted something more from him. I hate that I don’t hate him as much as I tell him I do. He reaches out and grasps my hand in his for just a moment before circling my wrist with his long fingers. It’s not a warm gesture. It’s a power move, staking his claim and putting me on display as his property. I feel so small next to him, the top of my head barely level with his shoulder and my shoulder at the same height as his elbow.
“Do you think it was the same person who left the note?” I ask, and when he lets go of my wrist abruptly, I brace myself, unsure of what’s coming. Relief floods my body when I feel Killian’s hand cup the back of my neck with firm, but gentle pressure. I know it’s not meant to comfort me. It’s meant to show everyone who might be looking our way that I’m off limits. He’s been wearing a scowl since we walked in the doors this morning and nearly biting the heads off of any guy who is unfortunate enough to glance in my direction. He’s on edge, more so than usual, and I have a feeling it has less to do with the threat on Kai and more to do with the fact that he let his guard down around me.
“You stay by me, got it?” He doesn’t answer my question because he’s a Pierce and he doesn’t talk about anything he doesn’t want to. Even though I’m struggling to keep up with his pace, I manage to look up at his quiet demand. I don’t think the Pierce brothers are capable of worrying, but I can hear the alert in his voice, like he’s not willing to take a chance that someone could be targeting me.
“I have class, and so do you.” I huff, but lose my train of thought when his hand finds my ponytail and angles my neck to look up at him. I’m his little puppet, moving any way he wants.
“I will drop you off at class and pick you back up. You don’t leave the classroom without me. Are we clear?” When I glare at him silently, refusing to answer his condescending question, he grips my hair tighter and pulls my face close to his. “Are. We. Clear?”
“Yes,” is all I can get out before the wicked smile pulls at the corner of his lips, satisfied that I submitted to his will.
I let him escort me into class like some overbearing boyfriend because I don’t really want to get into a screaming fight with him in front of my classmates. It feels like I have everyone’s eyes on me as we walk over to my empty desk. I notice the substitute teacher Killian threatened the other day in the hallway is standing awkwardly at the messy desk at the front of the classroom. I avert my eyes. He’s watching me and Killian a little too closely and I don’t want him getting any ideas that he can step in and be the hero. I’ve chosen the villain, and it will never be any different for me.
“Are you going to unpack my bag, too?” I shouldn’t be snipping at Killian with a room full of witnesses, because everyone knows Killian Pierce would set the school on fire and hand the firemen the matches. “You’ve made your point, marked your territory.” I get that I’m part of this now, but that doesn’t mean I have to let him walk all over me. The emotions he sparks inside me are so conflicting that I think I might combust trying to manage them all.
He pushes me down in my chair and stoops down so our eyes are level. He cups my throat in what is a gentle gesture for him, and I hear Faith and her hoard of bitches gasp from somewhere behind me. He doesn’t give a shit, or even seem to notice because his eyes never leave mine.
His voice is low, demanding—a promise. “Don’t make me hurt you, Ava.” He lets go of my throat and wraps my ponytail in his hand as he stands up. He has my head tilted back so far with his tight grip that all I can do is look up into his brooding face. His eyes are raging with anger, regret, want, and I wish that it made me want to run away and never come back. I’ve always run straight into Killian’s storms and let myself get swept away.
“Nobody makes you do anything.” I can’t let him have the last word so easily.
I bite my lip when he tightens his grip on my hair. I’d rather die than show weakness in front of the class. I suppose I get that from him. He leans down, his breath warming my cheek. I expect him to threaten me again, but I’m completely caught off guard when he brushes his lips against mine.
“I’ll see you after class,” he growls, swiping his thumb along my bottom lip before straightening to full height and turning slowly to head out of the classroom. He pauses there before stepping out in the hallway, reaching up to rest his hand on the top of the door as if it’s the most casual thing in the world. His eyes fix on the substitute, who can’t seem to decide if he should be looking at Killian or me.
/> Killian cocks his head to the side, strands of his long hair falling in front of his eyes. That Peirce smile has the dimple in his cheek making an appearance. He chuckles and my stomach twists because there’s only one thing scarier than Killian yelling. It’s never good when that cold laughter rumbles in his chest.
“Is there a problem, Mr. Pierce?” The substitute clears his throat and his voice is haughty for someone who scurried away from Killian when we were in the hallway the other day.
Killian takes a step toward him, ready to rattle his cage for literally nothing.
“Killian!” I stand up and rush over to him, grabbing him by the bicep. Surprisingly, he allows me to pull him over to the doorway. It’s not private, but it’s better than being practically on top of the teacher’s desk. I glare up at him. “Enough. You’ve embarrassed me enough. Go do whatever it is you do while everyone else is in class and my ass will be in that seat waiting for you to come pick me up.” I huff and he smiles, but it’s genuine this time.
Genuine for a psychopath.
“Have a good class, babygirl.” I bristle at the nickname he gave me so long ago. One that was so sweet back then that feels so bitter now. He squeezes my ass hard before he turns away and heads down the hallway. I pull the door closed behind me and I feel my face burn red. The class is silent and everyone’s eyes are on me.
“Show’s over, everyone.” I sound like a bitch. It’s not their fault that I’m in this situation, but the snickering and whispers don’t make it any easier to get through a day in this hellhole.
I’m thankful when the substitute, who I learn is named Mr. Peterson, hands out worksheets and pairs everyone up to work on them. Our class is an odd number, and because I’m all the way on the end, I’m the odd man out. I thought I dodged a bullet until I hear the chair scraping up to the side of my desk and realize that Mr. Peterson is sitting down, foot tapping nervously. I set my pen down, ready to warn him that if he doesn’t get the fuck away from me, he’s signing his own death warrant.
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