Page 103 of Russian Roulette
She groggily opens her eyes and blinks at me. Maybe she was asleep. “Okay, thanks for the ride,” she says, opening her car door and stepping out.
I unlock the door leading into the house from the garage and motion for her to step inside.
“Goodnight,” she says casually, hurrying past me toward her room. “See you in the morning.”
“Wait!” I call after her. “Is that all you have to say? Thanks for the ride and goodnight?”
She slowly turns around to face me. “What do you want me to say? That I’m sorry? That I shouldn’t have snuck out? You can’t keep me locked up forever, Kit. I need to be free to do whatever I want to do. I can’t live in a cage. The sooner you all realize that, the better off we’ll all be.” With that, she whirls around, heads to her room and slams the door shut behind her.
I stand there fuming mad, wondering if I should just let it go. She’s right about one thing. We can’t keep her locked up forever. No matter how much we want to.
52
JADE
Islam the door to my room behind me and head to the bathroom. Kit’s too mad at me to have a rational conversation tonight. By tomorrow, he’ll calm down and be in a different frame of mind. I’ll try to explain things to him when he’s willing to listen. Until then, I need to put some distance between us. I hate fighting with Kit, even if he totally screwed up my night.
I’m frustrated beyond belief to have blown the chance to talk to Natasha. There’s no doubt that I finally found her after all this time. The fear in her eyes confirmed this. I’m dying to go back to the club to speak to her because if I miss the opportunity tonight, I might never find her again. She’ll go underground, drop out of sight and everything I’ve gone through to get here will be for nothing.
What can I do?
Slipping out the bathroom window worked once, and it can again. Kit won’t suspect me of trying to escape again right away. I don’t hear him moving around in the house, so maybe he’s already gone to bed since it’s getting very late.
This time, I won’t steal any cars. I’ll simply go to the road and call a rideshare to meet me at the front gate. After I talk to Natasha at Platinum, I’ll catch a rideshare to bring me back here before the sun comes up.
With any luck, Kit will never realize I left the house at all. If he finds out, it will be easier to ask for his forgiveness than to beg for his permission. That’s what I’m hoping for, anyway. I can’t let myself dwell on how angry and hurt he’ll be with me.
Quietly, I slide open the bathroom window and prepare to lift myself up to crawl through. My leg pain has turned into a dull, deep ache. It’s a good thing I’m small enough to squeeze through windows, since this is becoming a bad habit. I pull myself onto the windowsill and try to lift my hurt leg up with my hands when the bathroom door flies open with a crash.
Kit barges in, his handsome face full of fury. “Jade! What the fuck! Where are you going?” He lunges after me, pulls me back inside the room and body slams me into the wall. Grabbing my arms, he pins them high above my head. I’m frozen in shock at his rough treatment.
“Don’t you even think about it,” he growls furiously. “You’re not leaving here tonight. I’m not letting you go.” His body pins me tightly against the window frame. I can’t move an inch and can barely breathe.
“Kit,” I whisper, my heart pounding. “Calm down, listen to me.”
“Listen to more of your lies? No, I’m done listening to you.” He’s breathing hard and his blue eyes have gone almost black with fury. His grip on my hands above my head tightens. I’ve awakened a murderous beast that’s been sleeping inside him. I don’t know how to handle him in this mood, or even if I can.
“Kit, don’t,” I say, trying to twist out of his grip. “Turn me loose.”
“What is it you think I’m going to do?” he asks, leaning close with his breath fanning my ear. “This?” He whirls me around, my back to him, wraps his left hand around both of my wrists and slides his right hand up my stomach, stopping right below my breasts. “Your heartbeat is racing underneath my hand,” he whispers, sending chills throughout my body.
I’m breathing hard and I gasp in surprise when his warm hand slips under my bra and tugs roughly at my nipple.
Whoa…this is unexpected.
“Jade,” he murmurs slowly into my neck, breathing my name like a caress. “Why did you run away?” Closing my eyes, I lean back against him. “I went crazy when I discovered you had run again,” he mutters in his deep, husky voice, while kissing the side of my neck and nuzzling my ear. “All I could think about was finding you before the Russians or Giovanni did. I was so motherfucking terrified of what might happen to you. When I saw you standing in that club dancing without a care in the world, I wanted to drag you back here, tie you to my bed, and never let you out of my sight again. And now that I’ve found you, I can’t think straight. My brain is fried. I can’t decide if I want to kill you or fuck you until you’re too exhausted to leave.”
He slides his hand down my stomach and underneath the waistband of my pants. I let out a moan as he moves lower between my legs and cups my mound with his large hand, practically lifting me off the ground.
“God help me, no matter how hard I try, I can’t resist you,” he says. “Even now, after everything you’ve put me through, I need you more than ever. Do you know how much I would give to hate you? You’re ruining us…me, Vulcan and Seven. We’re all screwed up because of you. And yet, none of us can resist you. I hate what you’re doing to us, and I hate even more that I can’t stay away from you.”
He rubs my clit and then, sliding his hand down, slowly pushes a single long finger inside my pussy. All the way up to his knuckle. I cry out and clench tightly around his finger. “Fuck!” he mutters into my ear, sending shivers along my spine. “You’re melting for me like hot butter.”
He’s right, one touch from him and I’m a quivering mess. To say I desire him is a massive understatement. I hunger for him with everything that I am.
“I want to hate you so much,” he says, his voice hoarse with raw emotion. “To not give a fuck whether you live or die. Why can’t I hate you? Instead, all I can dream about is sinking my cock deep into your pussy and staying there forever. I can’t stop wanting you, needing you. Even when you’re with the other guys, I still want to claim you as mine. All mine, even it’s just for one night. And realizing that once I have a taste of you, one night will never be enough to satisfy me.”
I moan when he slides a second finger into my snug slickness. He fingers me slowly, his labored breath harsh in my ear. His body is tense and full of anger, yet he still physically wants me. He suddenly removes his hand and I murmur in protest, not wanting him to stop touching me.
