38 #2
I hear her turn the shower on. If I was feeling like tempting fate, I would turn it off and force her to stay dirty like the whore she is, instead I find myself offering her a rare moment of reprieve from the beast. That's all she's gonna get, especially after she dared to unearth my dark past.
The scalding water trickles over my skin, washing away the filth and remnants of his licentiousness.
It stings against my charred skin, but I let the pain envelope me.
I deserve it. I always deserve it. His dickish nature leaves a bitter taste in my mouth .
. . but for some stupid reason that same asshole nature keeps me coming back.
I suppose it isn't really on my own volition.
Whatever Kieran wants, he takes and right now, that’s me for whatever fucked up reason he has.
My thoughts are running a mile a minute.
I think back on the welts and burned scars along his stomach, back and side.
A few look self-inflicted, but most look like they were done to him by someone else judging by their placement.
Maybe he's a masochist. He does have a taste for pain.
At least . . . inflicting pain upon others.
Asking Kieran to go into detail isn't happening, he's as open as a nun’s legs.
I'll need to use my time here to sharpen my detective skills.
Despite everything Kieran has done, I still deeply believe somewhere deep down this is the way he is, and not by his own doing.
So, although I'm livid, I have to keep a cool level head in order to find the trove of information I need, and maybe it'll be enough to get me out of this mess I've found myself in.
One of these days I'll make good decisions.
Who knows, maybe I'll end up on a beach somewhere sipping on Pina coladas.
I snort at that. Probably not. The endless stream of emotions I go through on a daily basis are enough to tire even the strongest-willed person.
I'll always struggle. I'll always have to claw my way to the top.
Only, I never reach it. I climb higher and higher but the end is never in sight. At what point do I finally give up?
A sharp rap against the glass startles me.
I squeal, dropping my washcloth. Kieran wipes the evaporation from the glass, revealing those sexy fuck me eyes on the other side.
I turn the handle sharply, cutting off the water.
I snatch the towel from the hook and wrap it around my middle gingerly. The door slides open.
“Rules,” Kieran says, blocking me from leaving the shower. Water beads down my legs, dripping onto the shower tile below.
He ticks off the rules one by one. “You stay in this room. You stay quiet. Whenever I come back, I want you on your knees, naked, waiting for me.”
I blink a few times, computing if he's serious. He doesn't waver. Why wouldn't this psycho be serious?
“You—”
He sighs, his eyes gazing upward. His fingers rest against his temples.
“Yes, I'm serious. Do we need to go over them again? As a matter of fact, get on those knees now, sweetheart.”
he purrs, goading me with that devilish grin.
He steps into me, filling my space with his masculine scent that makes the place between my legs tingle.
Stupid betraying body!
I sneer. “Fuck off.” He yanks the towel from my body, exposing me. Not like he hasn't already seen it all. His hungry eyes slowly take on every inch of me. He lights up when he reaches his handiwork on my abdomen. He stands impervious with his arrogant ego.
“On those fucking knees.” He leans in. His hot breath fans over my cheek. His tongue darts out tasting my damp skin. “Remember who owns you. This could be a whole lot worse, sweetheart.”
My eyes narrow. He pulls me from the shower onto the plush white rug outside the door.
“I'm not yours,” she seethes. I click my tongue and roll it along my cheek.
“Not mine? Shit, sweetheart, we're all animals down to our core deep into our bones.
It's primal. Written in our DNA. So to say you're not mine?
Well, my name burnt into your flesh says otherwise."
He bends down to lick along my burnt skin.
I hiss out a breath. Just as he reaches to unzip his jeans a shout from outside the door echoes through the hallways.
“Kieran!” a male voice booms. Mortensen.
Kieran instantly tenses. He bites down hard on his tongue ring. The metal scrapes along his teeth.
He curses under his breath before flashing me a warning glare.
He exits the bathroom, cracking the door.
I contemplate screaming for help, but it would do me little good.
Mortensen would undoubtedly drag me back to Void where I would be further subjected to their cruelty.
Part of me prefers Kieran's depravity over theirs.
I remember the endless footage on their big screens inside the Void.
I've been exposed to all sorts of inhumane abuse over the years, but none as perverse as they have going on in the
Void. A part of me truly believes they've killed some of those girls unintentionally.
They're nothing but objects to the Elites.
A hole to fuck and use at their disposal.
Whispers reach my ears from the doorway.
I pluck the discarded towel and drape it over my body.
I keep quiet while crawling along the wet tile floor on my hands and knees over to the door. It's ajar just enough to eavesdrop.
“Where is she?” Mortensen's disgruntled timbre booms. “Away. Doesn't matter, does it?” Kieran's smart mouth scoffs.
“We had a deal. A temporary toy for you while you take your place. Enough of the games. It's time to man up.” Deal? What deal?
“She would have been perfect for the Void, Kieran. You have special privileges, but don't misunderstand, I can revoke your power at any given moment. If you don't take your position, I will return her to the Void where she belongs. She's not pure. Do not be stupid and breed with it.
Your obsessions always lead to your boredom. She would be better suited in the Void. She's harrowed and broken down just as we prefer. The perfect toy.” Mortensen's voice is sharp and cutting.
Kieran says nothing still.
My heart drops. Is that why I was picked?
For my weakness? This whole time I thought I earned this scholarship on my own.
With my hard work. Was it all a lie? “You know damn well I choose these girls based on their past, Kieran. If you desire a good fuck, there are plenty of Elite woman available to you. You get your pick with your status,” he continues,
seemingly disgusted with who his son chooses to stick his dick in.
I quietly scoff. Kieran has fucked half the school but I'm the one not good enough to be his whore. I feel sick to my stomach.
“Nah, I'm fine with my decision,” Kieran finally responds simply. His cocky attitude shines through as always.
Mortensen sighs. “I assumed this was a temporary fixation, just like it has been with your other conquests. You will follow in my footsteps. You will take an Elite female and you will return her to the Void.” He grows increasingly agitated.
“It is temporary. I'll take my place. Get off my dick about it,” he gravels out, seething through his teeth.
Kieran's bitter deception slams into me. He's the enemy. He never wanted to save me, he wanted to break me down before tossing me back to the wolves. All so he can ascend into his role as the head of Grimshaw. He's a snake, just like Mortensen.
“I have admonished Zain of wrongdoing with the local police. As of right now, the Andersons believe Jax wandered into the crypt on his own volition.”
“Better hope they believe that shit,” Kieran snorts.
Footsteps recede and Kieran's bedroom door laps close.
I shuffle away from the door and sink into the far corner like a cowering animal.
I need to remain calm. If I have any chance of getting out of here, I need Kieran to believe I don't have an inkling of his devious deception.
The bathroom door snicks open and Kieran's sparkling emeralds fixate on me.
His eyes are heavy. “Get dressed.” He throws one of his T-shirts and boxers at me.
“Where am I sleeping?” I rub the fabric along my fingertips. His scent wafts into my nostrils.
He looks over his shoulder sporting a devious grin as he plods back out to his bedroom. “With me, sweetheart.”