Page 56 of Malice and Surrender
Fuck this. She would pay another way.
My body shook with anger so potent I could taste it as I pushed to my feet. I bent down, picked her up, and held her in my arms as she draped across them like a doll. Her breathing was subtle, but it was there, her chest slowly rising and falling. I was thankful I hadn’t killed her, which just confused me more.
Stomping up the stairs, I shouldered her bedroom door open with a bang and laid Raine out on the bed. My eyes raked over her face and then slowly trailed down her body. I pulled my knife out of my pocket and flicked it open. The front of her wet, black sweatshirt split in two with a quick slice. She was wearing a plain black tank top, and that was next to go. I groaned as the damp material pulled away, leaving her braless tits exposed to my hungry stare.
She shuddered as the cool air hit her damp skin, and her nipples formed hard little peaks. My cock twitched and came to life. Raine was still just as beautiful as I remembered, more so now that she’d lost that teenage softness. The only difference was the pixie-cut hairdo, which didn’t detract from her beauty. She just looked different. I couldn’t help wondering why she cut it off when she’d made such a big deal about growing it to her waist.
“Avro,” she murmured, and the rage that had quieted to a simmer flared again. Oh no, she didn’t just say some other guy’s name.
Grabbing the front of her jeans, I cut off the decorative belt just as her eyes snapped open, and her fist flew at my face. I shifted and blocked the second shot, swatting her hand away.
“Really? We gonna do this again, Tink? It is entertaining, but I thought you might have had enough,” I sneered, and spun the blade in my hand.
“Fuck you,” she snarled.
She was quick, I gave her that, and she still had all the fight I’d see burning in her eyes as a teen. Rolling off the bed, she ran for the bathroom, the door slamming behind her. Sighing, I closed the switchblade and stuffed it into my pocket before shrugging off my leather jacket. Tossing it on her dresser, I walked over to the bathroom door. There wasn’t even a moment of hesitation as I hauled off and kicked the door as hard as I could. My shitkicker hit dead center and broke that cheap door right off the hinges as it crashed inward.
Raine screamed and covered her head from her perch on the toilet.
“You know, Tink, I’m having way too much fun chasing you around the house. I wish it were bigger. It would make this game so much more thrilling.”
I reached into the bathroom, and she yelled again. The sound went straight between my legs as she tried to kick at me and hold her ripped top closed over her tits. Damn, she looked sexy all fired up like that, and fuck, she smelled even better. All the anger and hurt I’d been carrying was suddenly channeled into something far more carnal.
Getting a hold of her flailing legs, I yanked her hard, and to her credit, she flipped over as she fell and gripped the toilet seat. Any other time, I may have laughed at the ridiculous sight we made, but right now, there was only one thing on my mind. Taking what I was owed.
There was a squeaking sound when her hands slid off the seat, and she wiggled and fought as I dragged her back into her room. I bent over and pushed her legs aside—they were more of an annoyance than an actual threat—and tossed her on the bed. Raine bounced and tried to scoot off the other side like a little rabbit, but she wasn’t quick enough.
Using her legs as leverage, I yanked her back onto the bed and pinned her on her back with my larger frame. My hand wrapped around her delicate neck once more, and those big blue eyes filled with the same fear as downstairs, but something else burned underneath. It was just a flicker, but I saw it. There was lust in her eyes.
“Get off of me, Kai,” she yelled, and tried to push my arm away from her neck. I was so fucking hard as she wiggled under me that I groaned, and she paused in her struggle. “This is what you want? To rape me again?” she snarled, her eyes snapping at me as fiercely as her tongue.
“I didn’t fucking rape you!” I roared, and my free fist punched right through the cheap drywall, leaving a huge hole behind. “Stop fucking saying that.”
Raine shook under me. Her eyes closed tight. I stared down at her terrified face and loved it and hated it at the same time. The wild and toxic mix of emotions was quickly becoming addictive. I wanted to taste that fear. I wanted to fuck her hard until she admitted it hadn’t been me.
“Just go away, Kai. Please, just leave me alone,” she said, her eyes fluttering open to stare at me. Tears trailed down her cheeks, but I couldn’t just go. “Why do you want to torture me like this?”
A growl rumbled in my chest, and my hand tightened a little more. Her nails clawed at my bare forearm, and every red line formed made my cock harder. I pulled my knife from my back pocket and hit the release. The sharp blade glinted in the flashes of lightning from outside.
Raine sucked in a sharp breath and froze as she stared at my hand. I felt her pulse spike under my fingers, and I groaned again.
“Hands above your head, now.”
She swallowed hard, the trembling in her body getting worse as she slowly let go of my arm and laid her arms on her pillow. Pressing the blade against her delicate skin, I lowered my head, drew my tongue along her cheek, and licked up every one of her tears.
“These are mine, Tink. They’re my payment for your deceitful tongue.” She pressed her lips together like she was going to say something, and I arched my brow at her. “You got something to say?” Her nostrils flared, and there was again the flash of something more than fear in her eyes.
My lip curled up. “Undo your jeans.”
“No.”
“Do it, Tink.”
“I’m not helping you. You want it, then take it,” Raine said, her voice laced with anger, but it was her eyes that intrigued me. They told another story than the one spilling from her lips.
“You want me, don’t you, Tink? You want me to fuck you.”
She narrowed her eyes. “You’re insane.”
