Page 73 of The Monsters Within
Chapter Twenty-Two
Kytten
I may not have understood what she was doing when she started. After all, women didn’t do those kinds of things to kids. Women nurtured; they didn’t sexually assault children.
At least, that was what I thought.
“Why didn’t you tell Val then?” Cash asked, his voice low and quiet. Almost a whisper. I felt his body vibrating next to mine.
“Because I didn’t want her to be mad at me.” I bit my bottom lip to stop the trembling. “I don’t want you to be mad at me,” I whispered.
“Torment, get out,” he ordered.
“Cash—”
“Get the fuck out. Now!” he growled.
I glanced up at Dr. Dunaway and nodded. I wasn’t afraid of Cash. I knew he would never hurt me. Not physically, anyway. It would hurt when he walked away, but I would survive. I still had my brother.
At least I hoped I did.
Dr. Dunaway stood. He removed his glasses and left them on the table with his notes. Before he left the room, he turned back to us.
“I will be right outside this door.”
When the door closed, I took a deep breath. I pulled my hand from Cash’s and clasped it together with my other hand in my lap. I was ready for him now. I had steeled myself against the pain. The monsters stood by, waiting for instructions. The knifein my back pocket beckoned me. But I was determined not to feed them.
“Cash, I know you’re angry—”
“I’m not angry. I’m fucking homicidal.” He stood and paced the room.
“I’m sorry,” I said, my eyes locked onto my hands that were held so tightly together my knuckles turned white. My fingers longed to scratch at my legs, but I was determined to hold them back.
Cash stopped pacing and turned to me. I watched him from the corner of my eye. Not brave enough to look up.
“What the fuck are you sorry for? You have nothing to fucking apologize for, Rose. You were a kid.”
“And now I’m an adult. I know better. When you know better, you’re supposed to do better.”
“She fucking brainwashed you!” he shouted. “She used your innocence and your vulnerability against you to get you to do what she wanted. She is no different from the thousands of other sick fucks that are out there. The fact that she has a pussy and not a dick makes no difference. Whatshedid was wrong. And when I get my fucking hands on her...” He turned away and ran his fingers through his hair.
Finally, I looked up at him, my mouth gaping open as I stared at him. Rage poured off him like steam from a grate in the city. Rage that wasn’t directed at me, but at Syrena, at what she did.
Carefully, I stood. Slowly, I walked over to him and placed a hand on his arm. He turned so fast, pulling me close and wrapping his arms around me that for a moment I stiffened in fear. Until he lifted me up and buried his face in my neck.
“Baby, I’m so fucking sorry you had to go through that. I wish I could take it all away. I wish I could wipe it from your memories.”
“You do, Cash. You make me feel safe. Feel loved.” With my legs wrapped around his waist, I pulled back. My hands cradled his cheeks. “You make everything quiet. You make me want to live without the monsters. Like it’s safe to feel again. You make it safe for me to live again. I don’t feel like I have to just endure, to just get through the day. You make me happy to wake up every morning.”
His mouth attacked mine. His kiss was frantic; it matched the way I had been feeling since I’d made the decision to tell him my secret. The moment I felt his tongue, I moaned and ground myself against him. I wanted him. I wanted to feel him inside me, to take away the memory and pain of what I had shared.
I pushed at his cut, trying to remove the leather from his shoulders, but he wouldn’t release me.
“Not here, baby. There are cameras in this room, and I am not letting any of my brothers see you when I make you come on my fingers.” He kissed me. “And my mouth.” He kissed me again. “And my fucking dick.” I felt like he would swallow me whole. I didn’t care who saw us as long as he made good on that promise right fucking now.
A knock on the door broke us apart. He didn’t release me. He held me tighter as he turned to give whoever came in my back.
“We need the room, brother.” It was King’s voice and by the sound of it, it was important. That meant it was about Amber. I dropped my legs, but Cash didn’t let go.
