Khan (Bowen Boys, #2)(10)

She tried to pull away from him, but he held her. “Don’t do what?”

“Don’t try to hide your scent from me. I like the way you smell. Especially when you’re aroused like you are.”

She jerked away from him only to remember her ribs.

“Be still. Do you want to be injured forever?”

His voice had gone from soft and sexy to hard and commanding in a second. Before she could tell him she wanted to get up, he rolled to the side of the bed and sat there with his back to her. When he didn’t move right away, she started to get up on her side only to realize she was naked again.

“Where are my things? I need my…who undressed me?” She saw the flush on his face and knew that he’d done it. “You pervert. I suppose you had sex with me too. Well, I’d better not catch anything from you. And don’t think I know what you—”

“I didn’t have sex with you.” He stood up and turned his own naked body, hard and huge. “Do you think I’d still be this hard had I entered you in any way?”

She swallowed twice and tried to take her eyes off his cock. He was hard and long and thick. She licked her lips once and looked up at him when he groaned. He looked to be in a great deal of pain.

“I would like nothing more than to bury myself inside of you. Not that I have any intentions of doing so, but if I did have sex with you, you’d not have to wonder in the morning if we did.” He stroked his cock twice and looked down at her. “For that matter, I’d probably be buried in you before you woke, screaming out my name.”

He moved around the bed, and when she thought he was going to make good on his threat, he went into the bathroom and slammed the door. She heard the shower turn on and thought of joining him there when she realized what she was doing.

Getting out of bed, she moved toward one of the dressers and opened a drawer at random. Taking out the first thing she touched, she pulled the t-shirt over her head and grabbed up a pair of boxers. She hurt like hell, but she wasn’t staying in this house another minute. As soon as she stepped out of the door, she realized that this was not the same house.

Moving down the stairs, she was opening the kitchen door when someone was pulling into the driveway. Flagging them down, she saw it was Corrine.

“I want you to take me to town. I don’t have any money, but I won’t stay with that lunatic another moment.”

She looked at the house then back at her before nodding.

“Thank you.”

Once she was in the car, she noticed that she didn’t have any shoes on and she had no idea where she had left them. Corrine turned the heat up and kept glancing at her, but didn’t say anything. By the time they were pulling in front of yet another strange house, Monica knew she was never getting away from these people. But Corrine spoke before she could tell her she was calling the police.

“I’ll have George take you into town. I’m stopping here to get you something more to wear.” She got out, came around to her side, and opened the door. “He won’t know you’re here until you’re gone if we hurry.”

She did hurry. And was sitting in a hotel room forty minutes later with her things from her apartment as well as fifty dollars from George. Lying back on the bed, Monica burst into tears. She couldn’t take much more of this.





Chapter Four


“What do you mean you won’t tell me where she’s at? I want you to tell me right now.” Khan paced the spacious kitchen while he waited for one of his parents to tell him what they’d done with Monica.

“I told you that you don’t deserve to know. When I pulled up to the house to check on her and she came flying out…she didn’t even have any shoes on. Not even a coat. It’s nineteen degrees outside. What if I hadn’t come when I did? Would she still be out dressed like that? She’d be dead.” His mom wiped at the tears that had been flowing since he stormed in the house over an hour ago.

He’d come out of the bathroom ready to talk to her. He’d taken a cold shower and had jerked off twice, trying to get the sight of her naked and under him out of his mind. But it had done nothing but frustrate him more. He made a decision that he’d f*ck her, but not come inside of her, nor bite her. He had to or he’d never let her go. He started pacing again when he felt his cock jerk in his pants.

“Son,” his dad started, and he looked at him. “You’ve made it perfectly clear that you don’t want her, and when you hang around with her, it’s only going to make it harder on you.”

Khan didn’t think his cock could get any harder. “I need to make sure she’s all right.” His dad was already shaking his head at him. “Dad, I can’t be a mate to her. She’s married and human.”

“No, she’s not.”

He looked up at his mom.

“She’s not married. And the man who beat her is a stalker, not even her boyfriend according to Caitlynne. He’s run her out of other towns by going to her place of business and trashing her apartment. The poor girl does not need you sniffing around her if all you want is a good screw.”

Khan felt his face heat up. His mother had been getting more and more blunt all the time and he blamed it on Caitlynne. She was a bad influence to her. He started to tell his mom he did not want only a good screw when he had a sudden vision of him looking up at Monica’s face while he drank from her body. He was in major trouble here.