“Kai, you can do it. I know you can. Look at me!” Desiree yells out the passenger window and it makes me wonder if he’s as brutal with her as I’ve suspected.
Our car jerks to the left with what I can only assume is the weight of Kai’s body pushing off of his car and landing on the roof with Killian. I know he made it because there’s a loud thud and what sounds like a scuffle on the roof. I can breathe again, but just as I let off the gas to begin slowing us down to a safer speed I hear the loud crash and explosion of Kai’s car.
There’s a loud bang on the roof followed by Kai’s booming voice, “Ava slow the fuck down, we’re struggling up here.” I hear Desiree’s gasp of surprise and it’s clear she’s relieved that he’s not laying on the pavement miles back.
My instincts kick in, the ones I’ve developed over the last few years of fending for myself. I block everything out and watch the speedometer, waiting for the gauge to lower enough that I can drift over on the side of the road long enough to get the boys off the roof and make sure they’re okay.
We’re not even fully stopped and Killian and Kai are hopping off the roof of the car and they’re already arguing.
“You fucking dented my roof,” Killian tells Kai sarcastically, and I’m wondering how injured Kai is because there’s only a low grunt in response. I roll my eyes when I hear Killian explaining to Damon what just happened and that we need him to meet us to give Desiree and Kai a ride. I lose count of how many motherfuckers I hear when I realize that Desiree is opening her car door. I grab Desiree’s shoulder after I’m sure the car is fully in park to prevent her from jumping out and running over to Kai. She’s new to this life. Chad’s cronies could catch up to us at any moment, the police could show up. Anything could happen.
“We need to get out of here. Never get in between them. That’s something no one can do.” I mean that literally and figuratively. They’re each other’s ride or die, and no matter who else comes into their lives, they’ll always choose each other.
“You did,” Desiree says, quirking her brow at me as if to see if I understand what she’s talking about.
“What?” I’m only half paying attention because the aftermath of what just happened is starting to set in. I was fine, as fine as you can be trying to balance two giant men on the hood of a car that’s going over 100 miles an hour. But now, now that the guys are okay and we’re safely pulled to a stop, my hands are trembling and my eyes are going blurry.
“I get the feeling Kai doesn’t like you because he thinks Killian put you before him. You broke their bond,” Desiree says, but then she must realize I’m having a hard time because she screams for Killian.
Everything goes black.
When I wake up, I’m in the car alone with Killian and I realize that Damon’s car is in front of ours as we head back to the mansion. My left arm is draped over the middle section between our seats and my fingers are tucked tightly into Killian’s large hand. Something so simple feels extremely intimate. More intimate than sex, more intimate than the way he usually marks me as his by keeping his hand on my thigh or his fingers locked around my wrist.
“How long was I out?” I clear my throat, and I’m thankful that my body isn’t shaking anymore. I leave my hand in his because despite everything, it feels good right now and I need any comfort he’s willing to give me.
“Not long.” Killian’s voice is tense, and I’m not sure if it’s from the Chad situation or because he’s randomly just mad at me again. Which seems to be the case lately, more often than not. I move to pull my hand from his before he can do it, leaving me feeling empty and alone.
I hate feeling alone.
“Don’t,” he demands, squeezing my hand and linking our fingers together, letting them rest on his strong thigh.
“Killian, I don’t know what I did to make you hate me…” I start, but quickly shut myself down, knowing he’s not going to give me any information. He likes toying with me, and exhaustion is overwhelming me at the moment, so I stay quiet just watching the profile of his handsome face as he drives.
“You did good,” he finally says, and his voice is laced with warring emotions. Anger, sadness, pride…maybe nostalgia for what we used to have. “You did really good, baby,” he adds, and all I hear is relief.
“I was taught by the best,” I tease because I just need something light, something to get my mind off the fuckey state of things. I’m surprised when his eyes darken at my words, and I realize that he’s thinking of all the other things he’s taught me too.
He lets go of my fingers, grabs my chin, and pulls me over to kiss him deeply, something he hasn’t done since the night of the party. It feels like he’s kissing the air right out of my lungs. After a moment, he lets me go and his eyes flicker back to the road as an afterthought. His hand slides up my thigh, squeezing my warm skin until he nudges my dress up and brushes his knuckles against my panties.
I moan softly, spreading my legs for him and tilting my head back against the seat. I watch his jaw tighten as he pushes my panties to the side and he feels how wet my pussy is for him. “After everything we’ve done to each other, your pussy still drips for me.” His voice is raspy and my nipples harden at his words.
I reach over, tucking my arm under his, and feel for his cock. Rock hard, just as I knew it would be. I don’t have to say anything, so I just smile up at him. He might hate me, but he’ll always want me as much as my body craves him.
“We’re almost home,” I say as two of his fingers circle my clit. I need him inside me as soon as we get home. I don’t care where or how rough he is, I just need him. I’d beg him to pull over, but we’re like sitting ducks in this car. We can’t risk it.
He slides two fingers inside me and I cry out. His dark chuckle warms me from somewhere inside my chest. “Rub your clit while I finger fuck you tight little pussy, baby.” I can hear the raw need in his voice so I obey him, groaning as he pumps his digits in and out of my slick opening. “When we get home, you’re mine for the whole night. No interruptions. No bad memories. Just you and me, fucking until we fall asleep.” I start to reply, but he pulls his fingers out of my pussy and rubs the wetness all over my lips before dipping them inside my mouth. I lick and suck on his fingers, silently promising to do the same to his cock when we’re safely inside his bedroom.
“That’s my girl,” he whispers before pulling his fingers out with a pop. He tugs my dress down to lay flat over my thighs and it’s only then that I notice we’re pulling through the gate leading to the mansion. “Let me taste you,” he says, pulling me over to kiss my lips quickly, but thoroughly.
His hand finds mine again as we pull in the driveway next to Damon’s car. “All night,” he reminds me.
“Till we fall asleep,” I agree. Just as he brings my hand to his lips for a kiss in a very un-Killian-like gesture, there’s a loud gunshot. Killian covers me with his body and reaches into a hidden compartment to pull out a handgun.
“It’s Chad,” he warns me, and I hear the safety on his gun click off.
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Ava
Chad fires a bullet and Kai pushes me to the ground, covering my body with his own.
“Go in the house,” he says frantically, then he’s being yanked from me and I see one of Chad’s best friends sock him in the face, causing blood to squirt everywhere.
But Kai’s a street fighter. He’s on the guy in an instant, punching him in the nose. Kai makes the hit he received from the guy look like a Sunday school class.
The guy's nose breaks with a loud crack and tears instantly spring down his face, and he lands an uppercut to Kai’s stomach.
“Kai!” I scream. Regardless of how much of an asshole he’s been, I don’t want to see him hurt.
Pain lances in my head and I screech. Kai looks over at me, a murderous glint in his eye as he glares at whoever’s behind me. I turn around and it’s some bitch who used to hang around Chad and his gang.
“Dumb bitch!” I yell, cocking my fist bac
k and punching her square in the nose. It hurts a bit, but the expression on her face makes it worth it, and just eggs me on that much more.
She grunts and I waste no time, aiming a swift kick to her knee.
“You dumb little cunt,” she screams, holding onto her leg. She grits her teeth then my face jerks to the side as she slaps me on the cheek. I slap her back, and I unleash all my anger onto her. I grab pieces of her hair and tug, making strands come out. I land hit after hit on her. She delivers some harsh blows back, but I’m numb to the pain in this moment. I feel like nothing can stop me. I'm on cloud nine.
I’m confused at first when she suddenly crumbles to the ground, but then Ava stands behind her holding a shovel.
“She’s not dead, is she?” I ask.
Ava shrugs. “I doubt it, but at least she won’t be an annoyance for right now.
“Thanks,” I say, spitting blood onto the ground. I cut my tongue on my tooth with one of her slaps.
Ava nods, and we turn to face the chaos together.
More of Chad’s men had shown up at some point and my stomach jumps to my throat when I find Kai. He’s fighting off two of Chad's friends, and Killian is doing the same. River and Damon are tag-teaming another couple, both of them laughing as if this is a party or some shit. River holds one guy by the hair while Damon twists a knife into his eyeball. The sound that leaves the man's lips will haunt my nightmares forever. I almost throw up at the sight of the now dead man. Even though he’s likely extremely evil, I would not wish that fate on anyone. My heart is thundering in my chest and it’s as if I’ve lost my hearing in my shocked panic, but my eyes zero in on Kai. As much as I hate to admit it, I’ve become attached to him. It’s like I’ve suddenly developed an understanding of my mother. She always used to tell me my dad was like a star in space and she couldn’t help but admire his light. In my opinion, my father is nothing but a black hole that sucks stars in and then traps them, suffocating them until there is nothing left. It’s my choice if I’m going to let Kai bring me down, but the way he’s been lately, I don’t think that’s what he wants to do.
So, now when I see one of Chad's friends sneak up behind Kai with a knife, I let out an earth shattering scream.
“Kai!”
He looks over at me, and just as he turns, the guy's knife slices him on the side. I start running toward him, but he shakes his head. “Desiree, no!”
But I don’t stop. I keep running toward him.
My face meets the gravel as I’m knocked into the ground. Chad stands over me, looking pale and sweaty.
Good.
His wound must be killing him.
I smile up at him. “Howya doin?” I ask with mock sweetness. “Must not feel too good being in pain, huh?”
He growls, kicking me in the ribs. I scream, turning onto my side.
“Fuck you,” I heave out.
Thankfully, he’s weak right now so I’m not in as much pain as I should be. I turn onto my back and lift my leg, kicking him in the stomach.
He grunts and his eye twitches in rage, but I only smile up at him.
I go to sit up, but gasp as my side throbs with pain. I grit my teeth through it and make myself stand anyway. I glance around our surroundings, looking for Kai. I almost fall back down when I see him. He’s like a raging beast, trying to get to me.
But he’s fighting off three of Chad’s friends while blood drips down his side.
“No,” I whisper.
But then I’m backhanded. I hear Kai roar in the distance, but the taste of coppery blood fills my tongue. Tears stream down my face in pain, rage, and frustration.
Chad stands before me, looking the scariest I’ve ever seen him look. All sanity has left his eyes.
“You fucking bitch.” He spits on the ground at my feet. “I could've given you so much. We could’ve run this town together.”
“Are you fucking delusional?” I scream. “I would have never ever loved you, you dumb fuck.”
I kick him as hard as I can between the legs and he howls. I laugh maniacally, finally feeling power for the first time.
Chad’s murderous face morphs into complete hysterics as a wide smile spreads his lips. “This isn’t the end, Des. There’s so much more. So, so much more you don’t even know about.”
But then I watch as Kai comes up behind him, and slits his throat clean across. Chad tries to suck in one last breath, but I watch as the life leaves his eyes. His dead eyes, which are still staring at me.
He falls to the ground.
I run to Kai and wrap my arms around him.
He pulls away, his hands resting on both of my arms as he stares down at me. “Are you hurt, love?” he asks and there’s something in the way his eyes look more clear. Almost gentle. Something in the way his voice sounded when he asked that just now.
Is that Kai’s own twisted way of saying he cares? Is he capable of feeling love?
I nod shakily.
He wraps his arms around me once more and I hear his heart thundering against his chest.
“Are you hurt?” I murmur against him.
“Nah, I’m fine, love.”
But then I remember the stab wound and I gasp, pulling away.
My hands immediately seek out his side and come away bloody. “You’re not fine,” I say, on the verge of tears.
“Gotta take care of things first,” he says, then surprises me by cradling my face in his hands as if I’m some exquisite gem.
“Take care of what?” I ask. “Seems like you have a guy for everything. Can’t someone else clean this up?”
I look around to see if there’s any help, but all I see is Killian and Ava. Killian is looking at her as if she’s the most precious thing in the world. There’s so much longing in his eyes that I can barely stand to look at him.
“This can wait,” I tell Kai before he can reply. “You need to see a doctor or something.”
“No doctors,” he grunts, but he lets me take his hand and lead him away from the carnage.
We get to one of the bathrooms on the first floor and I make him sit on the edge of the tub. I inspect the wound first, even though I have no idea what I’m doing. I’ve never taken care of a stab wound before. I start checking the drawers and behind the mirror for a first-aid kit.
“It’s not that bad,” Kai mumbles. “You don’t have to do this.”
“Why does it feel like I have to?” I whisper. “Why do I feel like you need to be taken care of?”
I don’t look at him, but I feel his intense eyes on me.
“Why do I want you to be the one to take care of me?” he asks just as quietly.
We stay silent for a moment.
Then I feel his arms wrap around me from behind. I glance up at him in the mirror and he rests his chin on my head, softly running his fingertips up and down my arms. I break out in goosebumps.
“Take care of me then.” He says huskily in my ear.
He fists my hair, tugging my head back so he can lean down and kiss me. I suck on his tongue and a shudder goes through his body. He bites my lip, pulling the bottom one into his mouth before swiping his tongue across it.
I whimper and sag into him. My breasts feel achy, my nipples pebble into sharp points.
As if he’s a mind reader, Kai splays his hands across my tits. Our breathing quickens as he brings his middle finger in soft, slow circles around my nipple through my shirt. I arch my back more, needing more friction. Needing his hands on my body.
He breaks the kiss to take my shirt off.
“Wait,” I say, and a look crosses his face, but I wave him off. “Won’t this hurt you?” I ask, nodding at his wound.
He grins. “Did you forget, love? I like pain.” And with that my bra is off next.
I watch our reflections in the mirror as he plays with my breasts and we both watch. Next, his deft fingers go to the button at my waist and he’s pulling my pants off.
My breath hitches while his hands travel across my body while we watch in
the mirror. I cry out, my head falling back against his chest when his fingers reach my clit. He spreads my pussy lips wide while his hands work me. He tweaks at my nipples and I buck my hips.
“Watch me finger fuck you, Desiree,” he says.
My eyes zero in on his hands caressing my body. He groans in my ear when he feels how wet I am. I can see my juices glistening off his hand.
“I fucking do this to you,” he growls. “Only me.”
“Yes,” I breathe.
“Tell me, Desiree. Let me hear you.”
“Yes, Kai. Only you. No one else. Just you.” My voice is high and breathy. Needy. Filled with lust.
“Fuck yeah, baby,” Kai rasps.
His fingers speed up and I moan. My eyes close, falling into the incredible sensations.
“Eyes on me. I want you to watch yourself,” Kai says. He’s like a wild untamable beast again where all he cares about is making me come.
But I watch, just like he asks.
“Fuck my fingers, love. Move against me. Use me, baby. Let me see your body while you fuck.”
“God Kai,” I say through heavy breaths. “That feels so good.”
My skin jiggles as I gyrate my hips against his palm. My movements become more frantic and crazy as I arch my breast out more for Kai’s other hand. My arms come up behind me, snaking around his neck. My fingernails dig into the back of his head as sensation takes over and I watch Kai make me come in the mirror.
When my breathing evens, I swivel around and crash my lips into his. I kiss him with all my might. Then I decide to return the favor. I pull down his pants and get on my knees.
“Oh fuck,” he says, hissing through clenched teeth.
There's droplets of pre-cum already spitting from the tip of his long, thick cock.
I lick it off and Kai curses. I take him inside me all the way and then release him with a loud pop. I take him in again and this time swirl my tongue over the tip a few times.
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