He let you believe he was Camden Marshall for months, and he was an obnoxious, cruel asshole.
He put his cock in you when you had no idea he was Kaiden Anderson.
He deserves nothing but your wrath.
I repeat those statements on a mantra in a loop in my mind, hoping they sink in.
Honestly, it’s embarrassing how much power he has over my body, and I need to win back control.
“Stop fighting me, because you know what it does to me, or do you need a reminder?” He swivels his hips, drilling his point home.
“Get your motherfucking lying cock away from me,” I hiss, and Jackson chuckles.
“Do you mind?” Kai says, whipping his head around to glare at his friends.
“Not at all,” Jackson says, idly tapping his fingers off his jean-clad thigh. “Don’t worry about us. We’re enjoying the show.”
“I’ll grab the popcorn,” Sawyer jokes, grinning.
“I’m glad someone’s amused,” Kai drawls, “because I’m two seconds away from putting her stubborn ass over my lap and teaching her a lesson she won’t forget.”
“Don’t hold back on our account,” Jackson says, winking.
“I thought you were on my side!” I holler.
“I’m always on your side, beautiful, but that doesn’t mean I’m against punishing you.”
“Lauder.” Kai’s growl is back, and he’s riled up. I feel a smug sense of satisfaction knowing that I’ve wound him up nice and good from the minute I arrived here.
“Do everyone a favor and fuck off to the couch,” I say. “Because it’s you go or I do.”
“I’m not sleeping on the fucking couch!” he roars.
“Jackson.” I calmly call out, avoiding eye contact with Kai.
“Yes, beautiful.”
“Can I sleep in your room with you?”
“Sure thing.” He walks forward with a spring in his step. “Grab your shit and let’s go.”
A strangled sound rips from Kai’s chest, and he looks like he’s about to implode. Dropping my hands, he steps back and starts pacing, scrubbing a hand back and forth across his stubbly jawline, as if he’s trying to talk himself off a ledge. “You’re lucky you’re pregnant,” he says, pointing at me. “Because that’s the only reason I’m not angry-fucking that disobedience out of you.”
“It wouldn’t be happening whether I’m pregnant or not,” I argue. “You and me are done. Finito. Sayonara. Arrivederci. And however you say finished or goodbye in a hundred different languages.”
He grabs fistfuls of his hair, and his mouth opens and closes as he wages some form of inner battle. I know he wants to punish me, but the pregnancy card is already paying dividends. He sends a scathing look at me before storming out of the room, violently shoving past Jackson and Sawyer on his way.
I share a grin with Jackson. “Oops. Was it something I said?”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The battle of wills with Kai drains me, and I crawl into bed, not remembering how or when I fall asleep. Only that I wake up, in the middle of the night, crying out as the usual nightmares torment me. I bolt upright in the unfamiliar bed, the cotton dress stuck to my back like glue.
“What’s wrong?” a gruff voice asks, and I shriek as a blurry form moves at the side of my bed. “Shush, babe. It’s just me.” Kai sits upright in the chair, rubbing his sleepy eyes.
“Are you trying to give me a heart attack?” I slam a hand across my chest, willing my thumping heart to calm down.
“Of course not.”
