Chapter 55
Haven
There’s so much adrenaline racing through me, I feel like I could float away…but Kai’s keeping me in place.
My heart hammers inside my chest.
My mouth is dry.
But the ache in my core is so overpowering, I barely feel the throbbing in my foot where the glass cut me.
Never should have brought an ice pick to a fistfight. Now my only weapon has become his advantage.
How did this happen?
Ha, please. I knew this would happen.
I mean, come on.
If I really wanted the advantage, I’d have stabbed him with the ice pick when he was torturing my injured foot. His eyes were right at stab-level.
But I might have killed him.
And I’m pretty sure we haven’t reached that point in our relationship.
Yet.
“I said open,” Kai grates, pressing the handle of the ice pick so hard against my lip that I taste blood in my mouth.
I reluctantly open my mouth to let the wooden handle slip inside. It’s hard. Salty, I assume from the sweat on our hands. Sad to say, it isn’t the worst thing I’ve had in my mouth.
Not by far.
Aw, fuck. Why’d that memory have to surface? I thought I tied enough rocks to it it would stay at the bottom of my murky mind until I died.
“There’s my good girl,” Kai murmurs.
I stare up at him through quivering lashes as he pumps the ice pick’s handle in and out of my mouth. The cabin’s exterior spotlight catches sparkles on the lighter brown strands in his hair and makes his green eyes glow. God, how that mischievous smirk of his sends me back.
Way, way back.
But going back that far is dangerous. Like trying to find your way through a forest at midnight. Tripping isn’t the only danger. Imagine losing your way. Being trapped there forever, in the dark, with the monsters.
So I wrench my mind back to the here and now, like I always do.
I could teach meditation gurus a thing or two about staying in the present.
It’s easy when the stakes are high.
“Paying attention? This is how you’ll take my cock,” Kai murmurs, sliding the ice pick’s handle all the way to the back of my throat. “Deep and slow.”
I try to speak, but the wooden handle garbles my words. As soon as he slides the ice pick out, I let out a theatrical gag.
“Not unless you want me puking on you,” I say, my voice thick. “I’m not an expert in dick sucking like you—“
I cut off with a laugh when Kai yanks the ice pick away, his arm uncurling from around my throat. Dragging air gratefully into my lungs, I cup my hand over my throat as I flip around to keep him in sight.
He’s not on the sofa anymore, but he’s still holding the ice pick.
By the handle.
“You had a fucking gun on me,” he grates. “Think I did that shit willingly?”
“Maybe not at first. But you sure got in the mood real fa—”
He darts forward, and my teeth clamp shut over what I’d been going to say when that sharp point of metal pricks me beneath my jaw.
I try not to swallow. Try not to move my jaw too much. “Like you’re really gonna hurt me.”
Kai grits his teeth. “Have before.” He scrapes the tip of the ice pick down my throat, to my collarbone. It’s only then that I realize how hard I’m breathing, my chest hitching with every frantic inhale.
He flips the ice pick over in his hand and taps its wooden handle against my collarbone, sending a dull thump through my rib cage with every word.
“What makes you think I’m gonna stop now?”
I’m so fucking tempted to snatch the pick from his hand. But if I’m not fast and accurate as hell, I’ll regret the attempt.
It’s not just fear pumping through my veins right now.
There’s a touch of excitement. Anticipation.
A hint of dark lust.
But I must have given something away, a glimmer in my eyes, maybe a twitch of my lips.
Kai frowns.
Then he smirks as he uses the edge of the ice pick to lift the bottom of my shirt. “Off.”
“Fuck you.”
The point of the ice pick dimples my skin just below my belly button. “Good girls get treats. Bad girls get internal bleeding.”
He tilts his head, sending his eyes into shadow as he angles away from the spotlight. I can’t make out how serious he is right now, but whether or not this is part of the game, I don’t feel the need to test him.
Is it cold in here?
Yes.
Would I prefer to keep my top on?
Maybe. But it’s so damp, I’m not really sure if it’s keeping me warm or making me colder.
Also, I never bothered putting on a bra tonight. Melissa’s jacket was thick enough to hide a nipple stand, and honestly, I’ve gotten used to going around without one. The top was silky enough that the friction wouldn’t annoy me either.
Regretting that decision now.
Hey, guys love tits, don’t they? Maybe mine can run interference while I figure a way out of this that doesn’t involve losing a few pints of blood.
Moving slowly so I don’t startle him into turning me into a shish kabob, I drag my silky black top up and over my head.
I was right.
He’s mesmerized by my tits.
It’s all he can focus on the moment they’re bared to the cabin’s cool, dingy interior. I slow down as much as I dare, turning his command into a striptease.
Kai’s lips part, and he shifts his weight like he wants to climb onto the sofa and start sucking on my nipples.
Not sure I’d stop him if he tried.
“Wanna touch them?” I purr. “Go ahead. I won’t mind. As long as you’re gentle.”
Kai scoffs. “I’ve got an ice pick on you and you’re asking me to be gentle?”
The top is still sliding down my arms when he snatches the fabric, twists, and somehow gets me in a wrist lock before I can blink.
I stare at him for a second and then make a grab for the ice pick. I mean, it was barely two inches away from my hand.
But all it takes is a sharp tug at the fabric bundled around my wrists for Kai to fuck up my plan.
He slides his knees onto the sofa, pinning me against the backrest as he forces my arms up and then yanks them behind my head.
I grunt in pain. “Trying to dislocate both my arms at the same time?”
“Keep going and I’ll gag you again.”
“Promise?”
He smirks at that, and, fuck it if that doesn’t annoy the shit out of me. Kai only needs one of his large hands on the tangle of fabric behind my head to keep me subdued.
I know he wasn’t in the Boy Scouts. But maybe one of his girlfriends was into bondage or…
Hang on.
Wait just one fucking second.
Why did my brain just serve up a flicker of a forgotten memory from the night of the Rain Dance?
Something about Kai being a virgin?
…had my fair share of virgins, but never two at once…
How is that even possible?
I don’t have time to turn that over in my head.
Kai leans his torso back as he drags the ice pick’s sharp point down my chest. Traces the contour of my breast. My nipples tighten as he circles first one, then the other, the ice pick snagging against my skin.
As if to soothe that pebbled flesh, he ducks forward and pulls each nipple into his mouth, sucking just once on each, hard enough to make me flinch, before letting them pop from his mouth.
Down, down slides the wickedly sharp ice pick.
The tip snags against the hem of my skirt.
“You used to beg me to play with you, Heavenly. Now that I’ve got the perfect toy, you’re trying to run away?”
His hand darts down, slipping that sharp sliver of metal between my legs. If he hadn’t had me in his grip, I’d have climbed over the back of the sofa to get away.
All it will take is a twist of his hand and he’d be fucking me with that spike.
I can’t even imagine how much that would hurt.
It might even be fatal.
And after that video I saw of Kai beating up his brother…and I’m not all that sure Kai could stop short of ending my life.
A hard, urgent ache spears into my core, my heart racing at the thought of how volatile this situation is. How unpredictable Kai always was…and still is.
I’m struggling not to squirm. Away from him. Closer to the pick. I don’t even fucking know anymore.
“You’re fucked in the head if you think your little pick scares me. And I’m not afraid of that thing in your hand, either.”
It’s as if he can read my mind. Anticipate my need.
He slides the metal rod left and right over my slit, creating friction that sends almost painful tingles into my clit and pussy.
“You’re shivering with fear.”
“I’m wet and freezing cold,” I mutter.
“Already?” He gives me an evil smile, applying an uncomfortable amount of pressure with the ice pick. “You are a fucking slut.”
I’d slap him if I could.
Open challenge has replaced the mischievous light in his eyes.
I had no issue with Kai ranting like a lunatic about how I’d been ‘cheating’ behind his back. Weirdly, I was kinda into that.
But this? I know where he’s headed, and I didn’t like it back when I first arrived at Agony Hollow College, and I sure as shit don’t like it now.
“Red.”
“What?” Kai says through a chuckle.
“It’s my safe word, asshole.”
He tilts his head. “Safe word?”
I want to knee him in the groin when I see his mocking grin, but he’s too close, and any sudden movements might end with an emergency trip to Agony Memorial, and some inventive excuse for how an ice pick got rammed up my cunt.
“You’re dumb, but you’re not that dumb.” I tell myself it’s annoyance that’s making my voice shake.
I just wish I could believe my own lies.
Kai leans back a little, tossing the ice pick into the air and catching it. “We never had safe words.”
“We were kids! Kids don’t know what fucking safe words are.” I writhe my torso violently, trying to hit him with my elbows, headbutt him, anything… but he just twists my top, locking my wrists even tighter.
“Fucking let go!”
“Stop embarrassing yourself, Miss H. You know you want this.”
I freeze when he presses the ice pick to my mouth, dragging down my bottom lip like he’s inspecting my teeth.
“Your pouty little lips want this.”
The ice pick leaves a stinging trail on my skin as he scrapes it down my belly hard enough to leave a mark. My body goes rigid when he slides it behind the waistband of my skirt. He pulls, then releases the handle, letting the pick smack against my lower belly.