Page 64 of Dirty Monsters

“You got what you wanted, Kane. Now let me leave.”

“Not quite. I’m cashing in on all the things my brothers had of you. Sucking my cock was only the tip of the iceberg. I want it all.”

I swallowed hard as he reached over and wiped a tear off my cheek before bringing the offending finger to his mouth and licking it. “Your tears are sweet, just as I thought they’d be. I wonder what the rest of you tastes like.”

“You need help, Kane.”

“No, I don’t. I’m doing great on my own. Oh…”

Pulling a knife from his back pocket, he reached out and cut the zip ties from my arms. I had to think quickly. I wasted no time, rearing back and punching him as hard as I could with my free hand and watched as he stumbled backward. The knife tumbled to the ground with a clang. Far enough away that Kane would have to waste time searching for it.

Leaning down, I fought to untangle the ropes holding my legs to the chair, but it took longer than expected.

Finally, the ties loosened enough for me to get my feet out of the ropes, and I jumped up, headed toward the door. My fingertips had just grasped the cold doorknob when I was yanked back viciously by my hair.

“Bitch,” he yelled with my hair in his fist. “You’re making all the wrong choices today, and I can’t wait to punish you for them.”

He was double my size, and I was exhausted; I couldn't fight him anymore. He grimaced at me as he walked me backward, arms extended to grab me if I ran. My knees buckled as I came in contact with a bed that had been against the wall behind the chair I sat in. I hadn't seen it when I first scanned the room. I shook at how creepy it was for such a stark room to have nothing but a bed in it.

An audible gasp erupted from between my lips as I fell back onto the bed.

He climbed toward me, grabbing my arms and holding them with one hand above my head while spreading my legs with his thighs. With the other hand, he fondled my chest, and I turned my head to the side and closed my eyes.

I couldn’t watch him do this.

I wouldn’t survive.

I squirmed and struggled with all my might beneath him, trying to free myself, but it was useless.

I tried to scream, but he covered my mouth. “Shh, wouldn’t want the neighbors to hear us this time.”

The hardness pressed up against me gave all the indication I needed about his thoughts—disgusting, deadly. It was at that moment I found an extra level of strength beneath the surface of my sanity.

Fuck, no. I’m a fighter.

I quickly scanned down my body and realized that with a little squirming, his dick would be in the perfect place to do some damage.

I shifted upward, lying across the bed.

With all the effort I had, I thrust my knee up hard. He screamed as my knee came in contact with his balls, and he released my hands and mouth to cup himself. I reached out and shoved him so hard he fell over. Then I took the opportunity to slip away.

The door was closer now. I only had to run a few steps before my hand was on the doorknob again. Only this time, he didn't come for me.

He was too busy screaming in pain. After one last look back, I twisted the knob, throwing the door open as I fled down the hallway.

I took a staircase, running and hoping I didn’t trip and fall. Glancing over my shoulder, I realized he was not chasing me, but I wouldn’t take the risk of slowing down.

I kept moving.

Kept pushing.

Slamming through the door to the street, I ran into a hard chest and screamed.

“Wren, shhh. It’s me.” His voice resonated through my body, and I grabbed onto his shirt, holding him close. My head was still unsure if I could trust him, but my heart told me to hang on to him tightly.

We were only there for a minute before someone came slamming out the door of the complex. I didn't have to guess who it was, and based on the loud intake of breath I heard, Ro was seeing the person I already knew was there. He was just as shocked to see Kane as I had been.

It was the moment I knew I could trust him.