Page 77 of Unhinged Kallie

“I’m going to get you kicked out. I can’t believe you just forced me into the shower with you and tried to have sex with me,” she whimpered, and my heart pounded harder. She let go of my cock, and I immediately cupped it and stepped as far back as possible.

Was there something in the water around here that made people crazy? Twice in one month. Was this normal? It didn’t seem normal. Maybe I just attracted a type—like that wasn’t a terrifying thought all on its own.

“I’m sure the dean will be interested to know his niece narrowly escaped the clutches of one of the school’s roided-up jocks.” She turned and stomped away but stopped when she reached the shower exit.

She backed up with her hands in the air and a knife to her throat. Kallie stepped into the shower naked, looking completely dangerous. Her blue eyes were focused on her target, her hand steady on the blade as she stepped quietly like a predatory cat. My cock thickened just watching her, even though I knew this girl had lost her window to leave alive.

“You are threatening my boyfriend,” Kallie said, her voice low and almost sweet like a song as she forced the girl against the wall.

“No, he invited me here and then got all weird.”

I opened my mouth to argue that I didn’t, but Kallie smiled wickedly. “You’re a terrible liar.”

“I’m not, I swear,” she said and looked over at me. “Tell her the truth. You wanted me.”

My mouth fell open. What was this game? “Not a chance in hell.”

“So, here’s the thing. I know you’re lying because I heard you the entire time and…no one touches what’s mine.”

“I swear, I didn’t—” The girl— I didn’t even know her name—stopped arguing, her eyes got wide as a scream ripped from her throat. I didn’t know what she was screaming about until she stumbled back and Kallie followed, stabbing her in the pussy three times before dragging the blade across her throat. She was so fast I wouldn’t have known she moved if it wasn’t for the blood. I watched as the girl staggered back into the opposite corner, blood streaming down her body and pooling into the drain. She gripped her throat, her mouth opening and closing as if begging for help.

Kallie turned that intense stare on me, then down to my hand, steadily stroking my cock.

“Like what you see, Lover?” She purred at me, making me shiver. I loved it when she called me that.

“I love one thing I see, the other I don’t care about,” I said, and she smiled, lighting up the room. Holding her hand out to me, I stepped in close, ignoring the blood swirling around our feet.

“I swear I don’t know what the hell is going on,” I said, wrapping my arms around Kallie’s waist. “Claire, Mrs. Peterson, the party and now this. It’s unbelievable.

“Have you ever looked in a mirror? Seriously, you don’t know that you’re a hunk of sexy man meat dropped into shark-infested waters, and they all want to tear a limb off for themselves.”

“I know there’s a compliment in that analogy somewhere,” I teased and sucked in a breath as Kallie’s hand wrapped around my cock. Her fingers slid over my sensitive skin but paused when she felt one of the small nail indents.

“Aww, she hurt you.” She was pouting as she lowered herself down to the tile floor. “I’ll kiss it and make it better.”

It was fucking creepy to have the girl—who now looked like a bloody ragdoll—laying there, but everything Kallie did turned me on.

My eyes fluttered closed, and I leaned back against the wall as her tongue licked over the marks left by the girl’s nails. My hands slipped into her hair as she sucked me into her hot mouth. She held nothing back as she bobbed her head while her fingers rubbed an erotic line from my balls to my ass and back again.

She picked up the pace, and my grip tightened. A strange gurgling sound made me glance down at the girl, whose eyes were still open.

“That’s fucked up,” I panted, pointing to the girl. “She’s staring at us.”

“You’re right. That’s very fucking rude of her.” Kallie slid away, and I cringed a little as she stabbed her blade through one eye and then the other. Even though it was probably my imagination, I would’ve sworn there was a pop with each one.

“Don’t you know it’s not nice to stare?” Kallie rose to her feet, cleaned off the knife before placing it on the soap rack, and kicked the girl’s foot away from the drain. “And you’re blocking the drain. Fucking rude people.”

Kallie looked at me and smiled. “Did they offer you a position?” It took me a second to wrap my brain around the question and who we were talking about.

“A minor league deal, yes.”

“Are they going to fly you out?”

“Yes, but I told them I could only come if I had my plus one with me.”

Kallie squealed, and I slammed against the tile as she leaped on me and wrapped her arms and legs around my body.

“Then we have something to celebrate,” she said, nibbling at my lip.