Page 13 of Slaughter

“Fuck yeah.”

I walk down a long hallway, Kayn following me.

“Do it again …”

I shove open the door at the end of the hall, and it hits the interior wall with a loud bang. She sits up with a scream, and he looks over his shoulder at me still straddling her hips. “What the fuck? Get the fuck out!” he shouts at me.

Kayn walks right over to the bed and yanks him off her without saying a single word. He tries to fight him, but with his jeans down around his knees, it won’t do him any good.

“What the hell, Avery?” she snaps, pulling her skirt down over her pussy.

“Avery?” the guy shouts, yanking his jeans up. “I know who you are …”

Kayn shoves him forward, and I punch him in the face. The man falls to his knees on her floor.

“Avery!” she squeals, but I ignore her. I’ll deal with her in a minute. Bending down to his level, I speak softly so only he can hear me. “I know who you are too.”

“Fuck you.” He spits blood onto her white rug. “I won’t tell you shit.”

“We’ll see.”

I lift my right hand and motion for Kayn to get him out of here. Kayn grabs him by the back of the neck and drags him to his feet before he removes him from the room. I turn toward her bed to once again face the woman I loathe.

“What the fuck are you doing?” she demands.

“I could ask you the same thing,” I respond calmly although I’m far from it. If I hadn’t been watching her, she’d be drugged and on a plane to Cuba already.

She jumps out of bed and storms over to where I stand. She stops a foot from me, and her glassy blue eyes narrow on mine. Then just like last time I saw her, she slaps me.

This time, I slap her back.

The force makes her move back two steps, and she places her hand over her cheek while gasping in surprise that a man who had never laid his hands on her could now slap her without a second thought. She recovers quickly and lifts her hand to slap me again, but I shove her back, causing her ass to hit her long dresser and making her things rattle. “I told you I’d give you one pass.” I lean my lips down to hers like I did in the bathroom and almost kiss her. “Gonna yell for help?” I ask.

Her eyes narrow on me. “You don’t scare me, Avery,” she says, breathing heavily.

I chuckle and grip her hips. She tries to twist out of them, but I keep her pinned between me and the dresser. “You should be very afraid of me, Bunny,” I say honestly.

“Go to hell!” she yells in my face, her fists punching my chest.

“Okay, Bunny. You wanna act tough?” I remove my right hand from her hip and run my knuckles down her reddened cheek where I just slapped her. She doesn’t even flinch. “But just know that I warned you.”

“What’s there to be afraid of?” she asks, and I want to slap her again. If only she knew.

“Me.” It’s simple.

“You’re just a man,” she snarls.

My eyes narrow on her, and my hand grips her hair, yanking her head back. It hits the mirror on her dresser with a thud. She doesn’t make a sound even though I know it hurt. I like the way she takes pain. Almost like she needs it even though she always seemed so fragile. I don’t know if the time apart has changed her, or if I could have been this rough with her all along. “What does that mean?” I demand.

She gives me a sinister smile as if she’s the one holding me in place and not the other way around. “It means you think with your dick. Even at this moment, I can feel how hard you are.” She licks her lips slowly as if she wants me to shove her to her knees and fuck her pretty little mouth. Images of her looking up at me with tears running down her face flash before me. But I’m brought back when she continues. “If I told you to fuck me right now, you’d do it.”

“Is that what you want? Want me to fuck you, Bunny?” I ask with a smirk.

She lifts her chin. “You weren’t the guy I planned on fucking tonight, Avery.”

I’ve had enough of her shit! She isn’t the same Bunny I remember. And I don’t like it. “Maybe I’ll do it anyway. I don’t need your permission.” Her lips thin. “Plus, from what I’ve seen, you don’t care who it is.”

“You don’t know anything about me!” She growls.