He reached over and grabbed me, and I pushed at his chest as he hauled me over onto his lap.
What the hell was he doing? Did he think last night meant he could handle me any time he wanted now?
“While you’re busy pouting,” he said, his breath falling across my face as he held the back of my head in one hand and squeezed my jaw in the other, “let me paint a picture in your head that apparently isn’t clear enough.”
I jerked, trying to hit him and twist my head out of his hold, but his grip was too tight.
“Think about the last time you let Trevor inside of you,” he spoke in a hard voice, biting out every word. “Think about how he smelled, how his sweat and lips felt all over your body, how hard he rode your pretty little ass, and how much he fucking loved it...”
I growled and fought, trying to pull away.
“You want to know what was going on in his head?” Kai taunted. “Hmmm?”
I breathed hard, anger like lava all over my skin.
“Stupid. Fucking. Bitch,” he answered, speaking as Trevor. “She’s so goddamn clueless, the brainless twit doesn’t even know it was me that night in the mask. On top of her, touching her, and here I am, still getting the goodies. What a brainless twat.”
He released me, and I shot over to the other side of the car again, breathing hard with fire raging through my blood.
Fucking Trevor.
The last time we slept together he must’ve really enjoyed the sight of me bent over for his pleasure. Powering me over and taking me for an idiot.
I ran a frustrated hand over the top of my hair, feeling my back cool with sweat.
“I hope you’re good and mad now,” Kai continued, “because that’s exactly how mad Michael is. Trevor fooled us all, and you should know by now that the only dangers we can fight are the ones we can see coming. And right now, we’re blind.” His voice filled the entire car, and I refused to look at him. “Trevor is unpredictable and unreadable, and Damon has one emotion. Hate.”
I stared out the window as we pulled onto Delcour’s street. He was right. There was possible danger, and I was being childish.
But they were treating me like a child, too.
“Is it so difficult to understand that Michael wants his girl safe?” Kai asked, his tone gentler.
“Maybe,” I admitted, turning my head to look at him. “But maybe you guys could talk to me like a person instead of manhandling me? Is that possible?”
Kai’s eyes softened, and his gaze lingered on me. I held my breath, a moment passing, I think, where we were both remembering last night.
The car was suddenly too small.
Will pulled up in front of Delcour, and I hopped out, grabbing my bag.
“I’m going to check her apartment,” I heard Kai tell Will. “You go park.”
I slammed the door, giving the doorman a quick smile as he opened the building’s door for me. Kai followed behind as I walked to the elevator and pressed the button.
“You don’t have to come up,” I insisted. “I’m quite capable of locking myself in.”
He exhaled a quiet laugh. “It won’t be too long. Michael will come by later to keep you company, I’m sure.”
I stepped into the elevator as soon as the doors opened, pressing twenty-one. I knew Michael was at practice, which is why he’d sent the guys after me, but I wasn’t sure I’d let him in the door later.
What was worse than him coddling me was sending his friends to do it, as well.
Once in my apartment, Kai walked ahead, searching all the rooms and checking the rear exit and balcony doors.
“Everything looks fine,” he said, strolling back across the living room and checking the locks on the front door.
“Of course it does,” I replied. “Trevor’s in Annapolis, and Damon is probably drunk and buried under an endless supply of teenage hookers in New York City.”
He grinned, holding the door open and standing on the threshold.
But then his eyes came to rest on me, looking thoughtful, before slowly falling down my body. His gaze lingered long and intense, and I froze, feeling the heat on my thighs and down my legs.
He looked back up at me. “I could stay with you if you want,” he offered, his voice deep and husky.
I tilted my lips in a half-smile, approaching him. “And what would we do?”
A sexy smirk adorned his beautiful face. “Maybe order food,” he hinted and then cast a longing glance down my body again, “or have something to drink?”
I came up and held the door. “Or maybe…you’re testing me. Seeing if I’ll invite you in behind Michael’s back.”
“Why would I test you?”
“Because you love Michael more than me,” I shot back.
He dropped his eyes, smiling. “Maybe,” he answered, reaching out and brushing his thumb across my chin. “Or maybe I liked it. Maybe I’d like to see what it’s like having you to myself this time.”
I cocked an eyebrow, giving him a knowing look.
He dropped his hand and broke out in a quiet laugh. “Sorry. I had to make sure.”