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Two things were certain, though. He was here, in the city, and he still wanted Rika. Anticipating him hadn’t been a mistake.
“You had to know I would never give him up to you.” Banks’ voice was solemn. “I know what you and your friends are capable of.”
She folded her full lips between her teeth, and there were so many things I didn’t yet understand—why Damon was so attached to her, why she was so loyal to him, and I didn’t have the slightest idea who the fuck she really was, but one thing I knew for sure. I could mess with Gabriel, I could dangle Rika like a worm on a hook, but this girl, right here, was the one person to drive Damon insane.
I needed Damon so I could get the location of the goddamn body out of him before he decided to use it against me, but I didn’t have to hurt him. That was up to him. And maybe her.
She was just as much his now as she was back then.
Why havent michael told kai ????
“Fuck, you’re pathetic.” I smiled cockily as I turned to face her again. “His little lapdog, aren’t you? If you’re good, does he allow you the privilege of licking his cock clean after he’s fucked a real woman?”
“Something for men to use. That’s all you are. And in fifty years you’ll end up alone, never knowing what this feels like.”
“Fuck Damon.” I slammed her back into the wall, lifting her up and grinding my dick between her legs. “This is you and me.”
“I liked you,” I whispered. “I still remember how good those stolen moments with you felt.” Out of all the women, my mind always found her.
Cold girl—hard girl—why was I obsessed? Why was I jealous that she’d probably given how many other men in that house a piece of her but would barely spare me a one-word sentence?
She was going to do for me what she did for Damon or David or whoever the fuck else came in and out of the Torrances’, and she was going to know that I was just as ruthless. She underestimated me, but she wouldn’t forget this. That I owned a piece of her just like they did.
Oh u are so wrong kai u have no idea
I’d have to ask her about that when my head cleared later.
I breathed hard, briefly taking in the marks on her skin from being wrapped so tight before I pushed her shirt down her arms and came to her, plastering her chest to mine.
She sucked in air faster and faster, her eyes widening and locked on my cock as it stood up rock hard and ready, just as it had been since she’d started hitting me.
Banks had been around rougher guys than me, but I’d make damn sure she didn’t forget this. The little Torrance slut was all mine for however long she kept her legs spread.
She gasped, her muscles suddenly tensing. “I’m scared.” “Don’t be. Damon doesn’t have to know you loved getting fucked by me more than him.”
Her body shook, her nails dug into my shoulders, and she was breathing a mile a minute. It was pain, not pleasure.
She was a fucking virgin?
Oh, God. What did I do?
“Yeah, you didn’t see that coming, did you?”
CHAPTER 15
It had hurt. Just like Damon said it would.
Of course, I knew it would only hurt that once, but once was all I would ever suffer, so help me. I clenched my jaw to keep my chin from trembling. I didn’t want to give away the shame I felt. I would never fucking do this again. It didn’t feel good.
I was breaking, and the tears broke free, running down my temples, into my hair. I was ruined. Damon was going to hate me now.
Oh my bby nonononk k
His forehead dropped to mine, and I was about to shove him off, but I hesitated. Why the hell did he care? Wasn’t this what he wanted? Whether it was my first time or my hundredth, he’d used me like the toy I was to him. What did it matter?
“It doesn’t matter. I’ll still choose him. He never hurt me like this. Not like you did.”
But he didn’t move off me. He stayed nestled between my thighs.
Please dont leave her
I thrashed and jerked, elbowing him as I tried to twist away, but he didn’t let me go.
Dont let her go
“I’m not Kai,” he said, “and you’re not Banks.”
“Thunder Bay doesn’t exist, and we’re not in The Pope,” he continued. “It’s six years ago when I was happy and excited, and you were curious about everything, and my words were all it took to touch you.”
“You’re the girl I didn’t know, and we could be anyone in that confessional. Everything else fell away. Everything. We could hide and fuck with the world in that little room. It was just us.”
I almost remembered being her. Back when I still hoped there were possibilities. When I thought there was some way I could have him and have the fun things that normal girls had. When I let myself crave those stolen kisses and his eyes on me, imagining him wanting things a man wanted from a woman and wanting them from me.
I was safe.
But I wasn’t Banks tonight. He wasn’t Kai, and we weren’t here. None of this was happening.
I wanted him, but I was still shy. No one had ever seen me naked.
Baby
“Make me come, Kai.” I smiled. “Make me come, and I’ll let you watch me and what I do when I’m in the shower thinking about you. You like to watch, right?”
I loved that he saw me like this. Loved that he wanted this from me.
“I wasn’t supposed to change,” I said quietly. “I wasn’t supposed to grow up.”
CHAPTER 16
I nodded once. My stomach rolled, and I was too horrified to come up with a lie. “It’s Natalya Torrance. Damon’s mother.”
But nothing. She disappeared three years ago when Damon had finally suffered enough. He had hurt himself, made me hurt him, and retreated into the horror show of his own head until one night she came for him one too many times.
By the time she was sixteen she was his wife and had already given birth to Damon. She was closer in age to her son than she was to her husband.
“He’s a man now,” she said wistfully. “Young and strong.”
A sob lodged in my throat; I felt so helpless despite my anger. She wouldn’t hurt him again. She couldn’t. He wouldn’t allow it.
“I hear he’s quite the animal now,” she taunted. “No girl in that town is safe. That’s Mommy’s big boy.”
My head shook just slightly. That would never happen. My brother would never hurt me like that.
I stared at the fresh cuts on his thigh—somewhere most people wouldn’t be able to spot them. He’d done that a couple days ago. After the last time.
She didn’t. I realized she wasn’t a pedophile in the strictest sense of the word. It wasn’t about his body or his youth. It was about him, and she was just psychotic.
Bending down, I tried to catch his eye, pleading with him. “I would rather hurt myself. Please. Don’t make me do it again. Please.”
Semja.
