Chapter 4 #2
Movement catches in my peripheral just moments before a loud crash fills my bedroom, and my head snaps to the left, right where Spikezilla used to be, and my chest sinks.
Immediate silence fills the two apartments as I scramble to the edge of my bed, peering over the side in fear.
“What was that?” the girl whispers as I take in my beautiful Spikezilla scattered across my hardwood floors, her tiny little pot smashed into a million pieces, as her little spiky body lays on the floor, covered by her own soil.
“OH, HELL NO!”
I’m really going to fucking kill him this time.
“I’m sure it’s nothing I can’t replace in the morning,” Raiden tells her just moments before he picks up his wild thrusting once again.
She laughs, and just like that, any care for their recklessness disappears.
But I’m no longer playing his game. It’s gone too fucking far now.
Before, it was simply about who could irritate the other the most, but now that Spikezilla has been compromised, this is a fucking war.
Throwing myself out of bed, I gently scoop Spikezilla up off the ground, not caring how her little spikes stab into my palms. Carrying her through to my kitchen counter, I lay her down before going back and scooping up as much of her soil as possible.
Tears well in my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall.
After putting together temporary housing for my sweet Spikezilla, I storm back to my bedroom and tear open my bedside drawer just as the floating shelf above my bed comes tumbling down, crashing onto my bed right where my head used to be.
Reaching for the gun, I pick it up, clutching it tightly in my hand before turning on my heel, only something has me pausing, and I find myself hesitating in my bedroom doorway.
I have morals.
I don’t kill innocents. But he almost took Spikezilla’s life.
The jury is still out on whether she will survive, so surely I’d be justified, right?
But on the other hand, it’s not as though he set out to purposefully hurt me in that way.
He’s trying to get under my skin, and sure, it’s working like a treat, but I don’t believe he would intentionally hurt me like that.
He’s an asshole, but he’s yet to show that there’s anything malicious about him.
It’s not like he knew about Spikezilla, or how damn precious she is to me, even if she’s just a cactus.
Fuck.
Letting out a heavy sigh, I turn back and pull open my bedside drawer once again, only this time, I lift the false bottom and peer inside, and staring back at me is the one thing that could possibly get me through the rest of the night.
Switching out the gun for my new savior, I settle the false bottom back into place before closing the drawer.
Raiden Kane might live to see another day, but that doesn’t mean that he won’t be punished for what he did here tonight.
Moving into my bathroom, I silently step up onto the vanity before reaching up to the ceiling hatch and quickly twisting the tiny screw that holds it in place. The moment it comes loose, the hatch falls open, and I don’t waste a single moment pulling myself up into the ceiling cavity.
I’m fueled by anger as I begin army crawling through the slim cavity, dragging myself toward Raiden’s apartment.
I don’t make a sound, but I’m not worried about that.
I have the kind of training men could only dream about, and with the extravagant noise of their fuckfest coming from below, being caught isn’t something I’m concerned about.
Hovering over Raiden’s bedroom, I find the fixture for the recessed light fitting in the center of his bedroom ceiling, and a wicked smile pulls across my face.
This is going to be all too easy.
The light is off, and as I brace myself on the metal framing in the ceiling, I pull back the levers that keep the light fixture in place before lifting it out of the ceiling and peering down into Raiden’s bedroom.
Well fuck. I’ve gotta be honest, hearing Raiden fuck and seeing him in action are two very different things.
He’s with a stunning redhead, and she’s just as fiery as her redheaded stereotype suggests. She’s clawing at his sculptured back, one leg braced over his shoulder as he drills into her with that massive, pierced redwood tree trunk. But it’s not her that holds my attention.
It’s him.
He’s a fucking machine.
The way his body rolls with every deep thrust is breathtaking, and I find myself unable to look away.
His ass is perfectly sculpted, and my mouth begins to water.
He’s not just a machine, he’s a beast. An animal.
And I want it. I want to rip my teeth into him and take it all for myself, not relenting until we’re both completely spent on the kitchen floor.
FUCK! No, I don’t!
I don’t want anything this man could ever offer, apart from his head on a silver platter. Do I want what his body can do? Sure, any woman would. But I don’t want it if it’s his cocky face staring back at me. I’ll take a suction-capped dildo over him any day.
Fuck, that sounds pathetic. There’s no comparison. Nothing beats the real thing, but I have too much pride, and I will never sink to those lows, not where Raiden Kane is concerned.
I watch like a creep-tastic stalker for way too long before my mind flickers back to Spikezilla sitting in a smaller Tupperware container on my kitchen counter, and the sight of Raiden’s thrusting ass suddenly means nothing to me.
The rage returns tenfold, and as the redhead starts screaming my name all over again, I lift the blowpipe to my lips, and with absolute precision, I take a deep breath and blow hard, watching as the tranq dart bullets through the air and plunges into the back of Raiden’s neck with enough sedative to knock out a small army.
A profound elation fills my veins, and I watch in delight as he looks at the woman beneath him, his brows furrowed, realizing something is very wrong.
An accusatory spark flickers in his eyes, but before he gets a chance to put the pieces together, he collapses heavily onto the redhead, leaving her stranded beneath him, spread-eagled with her leg trapped up over his shoulder.
“Xaden?” she frets, clutching his larger shoulder and madly shaking him. “Xaden! What the fuck? That hurts.”
Oops!
She shoves at him, but it becomes very clear that she’s stuck, and if her leg weren’t positioned like that, I might have even left her for a while, but knowing exactly what’s about to come, I settle the light fixture back into the ceiling and start crawling my ass back into my apartment.
By the time I drop back through the ceiling hatch in my bathroom, I hear the redhead next door. “HOLY FUCK! XADEN. WAKE UP!”
I laugh to myself, knowing I’m about to get the best sleep of my life, right after I put in an express order for a new pot for my sweet Spikezilla. I wonder if I could get a middle-of-the-night delivery. Uber can do everything these days.
“Oh, my god. This is not happening,” the girl groans before I hear her hand slamming against the wall. “Uhhh, Kiara? Honey, are you still there?”
“Ummmm. Yes?” I say, playing along as though I’m not directly responsible for the passed-out man currently still inside of her.
“I would never usually ask, but is there any way you could help a girl out?”
“Sorry? How do you mean?”
“I’m kinda . . . shit. This is so embarrassing, but I’m stuck. I think Xaden passed out, maybe. I don’t know, but I’m not exactly in the best position, and it’s really starting to hurt. This delicious chunk of man-meat is heavy as fuck.”
“Oh, yeah,” I laugh. “He does that.”
“What?”
“He has a condition where he passes out when he gets a little too excited. You know, tends to happen right before he comes. It’s a real problem. You’re definitely not the first woman I’ve had to rescue from beneath him. It’s quite the workout. You’re the third this week.”
“WHAT! THIRD?” she gasps. “How many girls is he screwing?”
“Including you? Ummm . . . seven. Maybe eight. And that’s just this month’s roster.
You should have seen him last month. It was a revolving door situation.
Got a little ugly with those accidental double bookings, but he made the most of them like Xaden always does.
He’s not afraid to double up. Though you should probably get yourself checked after this.
I saw these weird medications in his bathroom the last time I was over there. ”
“What the fuck,” she screeches. “This motherfucker has an STD? BUT HE’S STILL INSIDE ME!”
“Oh shit, yeah. You’re going to want to do something about that.”
“Are you coming or what?” Her voice is all screechy, and it brings me the sweetest joy.
I roll my eyes and grin. “Oh, yeah. Sorry. I forgot.”
I giggle like a freaking moron as I grab a hairpin and skip out of my apartment, stopping in front of Raiden’s door. After fiddling with the hairpin, I slip it into the lock, but the handle twists without resistance. He didn’t even lock his door.
I shake my head. Does this idiot know nothing about self-preservation, or is he simply too cocky to assume he’d ever be in a situation where he’d need to defend himself?
Because I’ve got bad news for him: living next to me with an attitude like that, he’s going to have to take a crash course in survival skills, and he’s going to have to do it fast. Right after he wakes from the mini coma I just put him in, of course.
Striding through the apartment, I scurry toward Raiden’s bedroom and barge through the open door. “Oh hey, girl,” I say with a fake chirpiness I save only for the most serious situations before offering her my hand. “I’m Kiara, but you already knew that.”
“Uhhhhh.”
“Oh, right,” I say, being as ditzy as I possibly can before putting on a show as I assess the situation and take in the passed-out lump of sexiness on top of her. “Well, this is interesting. I really don’t know how to do this without hurting him.”
“Hurting him? Bitch, I don’t care. Get this manwhore off me. Who knows what diseases he’s currently giving me.”
“Well . . . If you insist.”
Climbing up onto the bed, I settle myself beside them before quickly scooping up the evidence of my blow dart and wedging my arms between their bodies, doing what I can to really get beneath him.
This isn’t going to be easy, but with the redhead’s help, we should be able to move this bastard off her.
“Okay, are you ready?”
“Just do it,” she groans.
“Alright,” I say with a shrug, and without hesitation, I heave with everything I’ve got, lifting the deadweight off her and shoving as hard as I can. The ginormous tree trunk slides out of her as his body rolls right off the bed, dropping heavily to the ground the same way Spikezilla did.
The sweetest satisfaction rumbles through me, and before I can even really take it in, the redhead snaps me out of it as she scrambles off the bed, grabs her dress off the floor, and makes one hell of a run for it.
“Tell him to lose my fucking number,” she calls, her words echoing through to the bedroom just seconds before the heavy slam of the front door fills the small apartment, leaving me grinning like the Cheshire Cat.
I glance down at the hunky man-meat as I stand on his overused mattress, that mouthwatering redwood cock just flopping proudly on his strong thigh. “Checkmate, Raiden Kane. Check-fucking-mate.”
A great pride swirls through my chest, and I jump down from the bed, landing on the ground as softly as a kitten before walking out of his bedroom. Only as I cut back through the kitchen and living room, I pause as I find the key to his sleek Audi RS7.
Well, well. Who am I to ignore a gift horse when it’s looking me right in the eye? Besides, I’ve already taught him one lesson tonight; it would be a true shame to stop there.
Then, after scooping up the shiny key, I stride straight out of his apartment, knowing my night couldn’t possibly get any better.
Knocked out Raiden with a tranq dart? Check.
Teach him a lesson about parking in my spot? Double-check.
Actually getting to sleep at a decent hour without having to worry about my new neighbor disturbing the peace? Check. Check. Triple-fucking-check.