Sweet Retribution (Rydeville High Elite #3)(83)

“You want something, babe?” Kai asks, and strain is evident in his tone and on his face.

“Vodka. Thanks,” I say, not even attempting to hide the tears cascading down my face.

“Hey.” He kneels in front of me, taking my hands in his. “We’re going to fucking end those bastards.”

“It can’t come soon enough,” Shandra says over a sob. Our pained tearstained eyes meet in joint understanding.

“I say we hire a fucking hitman to take them all out,” Xavier says, as a myriad of emotions flit across his face.

“The thought had crossed my mind,” Sawyer says.

“Fuck hiring a hitman,” Kai says. “Let’s just fucking take the assholes out ourselves.”

No one responds to his statement, because we all feel the same way but know it’s not possible. As much as no one wants to admit it, we need those disgusting, depraved, sick individuals to help us take down the bastard and send cracks splintering throughout the order.

“We are definitely sharing those recordings the day of the vote,” I say, more determined than ever.

“Hell yeah,” Xavier says as Kai climbs to his feet. “I’ll time it so the files are sent to the local police and the FBI at the same time.”

Kai stands, rubbing his thumb along my jawline. “Let me get you that drink.” He looks at Shandra. “Can I get you anything?”

“I’ll take a beer.”

She sits beside me, and we’re both quiet, watching Kai and Jackson get everyone drinks. They’re not speaking either. Everyone is feeling so many different emotions, and it’s hard to put it into words.

Xavier and Sawyer are quietly arguing about something with their heads buried in their laptops.

“I had no idea, all these years at school, that, that … those horrors even existed, let alone so close to where I live,” Shandra says, visibly shuddering.

“I’ve always known how nasty this world is, but I didn’t realize that was happening right under my nose,” I say, turning to face her. “I slept in my bed night after night, ignorant of what was happening a few floors below me. It makes me sick.”

“They’ve got to be stopped.”

“They will be. And we’re the ones to do it.”

We stay up for another hour, knocking back a few drinks. Conversation is minimal, interspersed between bursts of outrage as we all try to process. Everyone is in shock after what we’ve just watched, and the mood is solemn. I wave Shandra off at the front door and then follow Kai up to bed.

“You okay?” he asks the instant I step foot in his bedroom. He walks toward me in his boxers.

“I’m okay,” I whisper, falling into his open arms. His heart beats steadily under my ear as I rest my head on his chest. “I just want this to be over. I want to see justice for those girls.” I look up at him. “Are we crazy waiting another couple months to do this? How many more girls will suffer in the meantime?”

He brushes hair back off my face. “How many more will suffer if we don’t plan and execute this carefully?” he replies. “If we don’t succeed, countless others will fall victim to the elite. We stick to the plan, and it will work.”

I nod, because I know he’s right, but I feel so utterly helpless right now, and I need him to distract me. Lifting my head, I run my hands up his chest, swirling my finger around the intricate patterns inked across his skin, trailing my fingers up to his face and along his jawline. He shivers under my touch, closing his gorgeous brown eyes as he succumbs to my caress. I drag my nails gently through the shorn sides of his hair, tracing the skull tattoo with my thumb, before stretching up on tiptoe and pressing my lips to his.

“Make love to me, Kai,” I whisper, staring deep into his eyes when he opens them. “Like you did the first night we met.”

Usually we fuck hard and fast, like we can’t get enough of one another. But that’s not what I need tonight.

I slide my hand down the gap between our bodies, palming the growing bulge in his boxers. “I need to be reminded that sex is an act of intimacy between two people who love one another.” I press my lips to his chest, right over the place where his heart beats wildly in anticipation. “I want to feel all of the pleasure and none of the pain.”

He scoops me up into his arms without hesitation. “It would be my honor, Mrs. Anderson.”





CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE


Kai is true to his word, making slow, sensual love to me, just like that first night in the cabin. My body, mind, heart, and soul are consumed by him, and it’s exactly what I need to wash away the horrors invading my mind after watching those tapes.

He thrusts slowly inside me, kissing me deeply as we rock together, and I’ve never felt closer to any other person than I do in this moment. His fingers are like feathers gliding along my heated skin. His caress reaching soul deep. His touch is everything, and I give in to it, absorbing every sensation he coaxes from my body. My climax is building at a steady pace, but I don’t want to come yet.

I want to stay here like this with him for eternity.

Feeling every stroke of his cock as he pushes carefully in and out of me.

My hands roam his back and his ass as his lips move to my neck and lower to my collarbone. His tender kisses send tremors of bliss ricocheting all over my body, and my heart is so full. “I love you,” I rasp, as tears of pure, unbridled emotion pool in my eyes.