Throwing back a drink of the liquor, I set the bottle down on the counter to my right and pull up something to listen to on my phone, and “Wonderland” by Natalia Kills fills the large space.
KASHTON
I wanted to see my girl tonight. After my talk with Adam and how upset she was after we had sex, I needed to see her.
Push her a little more.
Pulling up to her house, I enter like I’ve been here a million times.
No more hiding in her closet. No more letting her think she can get away. I’ll chain her up before I allow her to leave me.
The sound of thundering bass hits my ears as I walk through her living room. I catch sight of the flowers I sent her on the kitchen table and smile.
Following the sound of the music, I make my way to the back of the house and come to a door that’s cracked. Shoving it open, I hear her scream over the music, and I rush down the stairs, only to slow when she comes into view.
“So Called Life” by Three Days Grace blares while she adjusts her grip on the handle of a mallet before she swings it at a glass vase that sits on a wooden table in the center of the room, letting out another scream.
I drop my bag at my feet, cross my arms over my chest, and lean against the wall, letting my eyes devour her. I’ve never seen anything more stunning.
My woman is such an angry angel. This is what my version of heaven would look like if I ever had the chance to see it—beautiful chaos.
She’s got on a pair of black high heels that could be used as weapons on their own, each covered in little black spikes about an inch long with a silver chain that drapes across the back of the heels.
Her lean legs are wrapped in black fishnet tights, and her black leotard dips low in the front, showcasing her perfect tits. And she tops it all off with a matching studded belt that sits at an angle on her hips.
Her bleached-blond hair is down and in big curls, and she’s got a lot of makeup layered on her face, like she does when she meets men at the biker bar.
She looks like the best fucking wet dream I could ever have. The song comes to an end, and I speak before the next one begins. “Bad night?”
She spins around, her hair slapping her in the face. She slides one high heel out and drops the mallet to her side, resting the tip on the floor. “Whatin the fuck are you doing here?” Her wide green eyes meet mine as the song changes to “Crazy House” by Princess Nokia.
“Came to see you.”
“How do you know where I live?” Throwing her head back, she gives a manic laugh at her own question. “Don’t even bother answering that.”
I wasn’t going to.
Picking up the mallet, she holds it out in front of her, pointing to the stairs. “Leave.”
“I think I’ll stay,” I inform her, my lips twitching to keep from smiling at her.
She huffs, eyes dropping to the bag at my feet before they meet mine again. “When will this end?”
“When I die,” I respond truthfully.
Her eyes narrow for a brief second. “I won’t miss this time.”
I hold my arms out wide. “Go ahead. Give it a second try.” She doesn’t have a gun on her at the moment, otherwise I know she would do it. That mallet can do some damage, though.
Huffing, she growls, “Goddammit, Kash.” Pinching the bridge of her nose, she adds, “There has to be something. Name it.” Her hand falls, and she peers at me. “What can I do to get you to go away?”
“Nothing.”
Rolling her eyes, she runs a hand through her hair, pushing it off her face. Then she struts over to me. When she leans in, I think she’s going to kiss me. Instead, she grabs the bottle of Jack Daniel’s from behind me.
Stepping away from me, she wraps her red-painted lips around the bottle and tosses it back. I watch her throat work as she swallows the liquor. Some drips from her red-painted lips, falling down her neck and between her breasts.
I’m so fucking hard, imagining my cock being the reason she drools all over herself.
