Chapter 71
CHAPTER SEVENTY-ONE
My shoulder twitches as I stare at the wall. We’re back at the small house. Everyone comes in and out of the door, and I just keep waiting for Ky to front. I need to know he’s okay. Need to know if I’m okay.
I’m not okay. A man was drowned in front of me. That’s murder.
Despite the fact that I’m on murder island, this was the first time I’ve…seen it. Like right in front of me. It was chilling how quickly it happened. He was there one minute and just gone the next. Like a doll you took the batteries out of.
But the look that filled Wyatt’s eyes… It was a dangerous look. He looked like a wolf, dangerous and cunning. He’s nothing like Ky, who acts more like a cat. Speaking of Ky, what does Ky think about all this? Whatever Ky thinks, I think.
Everyone is bustling, trying to figure out plans, hunt down any last stragglers, and get off the island. All I hear is ‘boat,’ ‘plane,’ and it makes me want to vomit.
Get off the island.
Leave Ky.
The thought makes my heart race.
Where is Ky? I’ve only seen Wyatt. What if they make me leave before I can talk to him? I feel that familiar panic creeping over me. It feels like the walls are pressing in. Leave Kyan? Like none of this happened?
I need to get away. Get away from all the voices and the noise.
“Going to the bathroom,” I mutter before getting up as quickly as I can.
I don’t want to leave.
But how could I not want to leave? I just watched a man die.
I need Ky.
Right before I get to the bathroom, I bump into a hard chest. The air leaves me in a whoosh, and I look up to see the dark, angry eyes of Wyatt.
“Sorry,” I mutter, trying to squeeze around him.
There’s a second where he doesn’t say anything, then I’m being shoved against the wall. I gasp, but his mouth lands on mine, and he’s kissing me. He’s kissing me so hard it’s like he’s sucking the air out of me.
“Did I ever tell you you’d look pretty with purple hair?”
“Ky,” I gasp, and he just leans into me, pinning me with his entire body. Suddenly, I remember how he did this the first time we met and how I fought him.
This time, I melt into him, letting all my muscles go loose, and it feels like coming home.
“Are you,” breath, “okay?” I ask around his kisses. I can feel his hard-on pressing into me.
“Now I am.”
“No.” I try to push back so I can look into his eyes. “Are you okay? They’re talking about leaving the island.” I can’t keep the panicked tone out of my voice.
Ky’s dark gaze meets mine, and there’s something equally as panicked in his. It softens as he watches me. Then, it hardens. “Leave?”
I nod, unable to look away from him. It’s like his calm lowers the heat of my fire, so it’s more manageable.
Ky purrs, “You can’t leave.”
Some part of my heart sings.
Ky’s hand goes around my throat, and he squeezes, his large hand dwarfing my neck. I arch my back as he takes the control away from me.
“If you think you can escape me,” his lips dip to my ear, “you’re horribly mistaken, Oakley Rebel King.”
The grip he has on my neck is making my head spin, but I don’t fight it. I close my eyes, pressing my pelvis into him.
“Neither you nor Holli is going anywhere. I want to keep you. You’re mine.
” His voice is a growl in my ear. “I may be crazy, but I have a job to do. And that’s to protect…
Wyatt and what he does here. You know too much.
” His teeth graze against my ear. “So, where is the little therapist? What do you call her? Foxy?”
I struggle to keep clear thoughts when I can picture just what it would look like to drop to my knees and have him shove his dick down my throat.
“Is she running from me, too?”
I can’t speak, just grunt out a response.
“Good. The cat has the mouse. Now I’m gonna get the fox too.”