Khan (Bowen Boys, #2)(7)
“I want you to get out of here. I’m in Mr. Marc’s house and he’ll—”
“You’re human, aren’t you?”
She stared at him. What the hell else would she be? She asked him this, then said, “You know, I don’t really care. You should leave. While I appreciate you doing what you did, as you can see, I’m fine now. Thank you again.” He didn’t move.
“Who did this to you?” He tore the sheet from her and looked over her body. “Who hurt you like this? And where do I find him?”
Monica was afraid. Not for herself, but for any person who crossed this man. She flinched when he dropped to his knees, and when he reached out and cupped her head, she was sure he was…she had a feeling he was going to tear her throat out. But all he said was he wouldn’t hurt her.
His breath on her throat made her dizzy. It made her want to bring him closer and have him never stop. When he ran his tongue down her throat to her collarbone, she moaned. Before she could do anything stupid like reach for him, he stood up and backed away.
“I didn’t touch you. You’re the one that—” She took several deep breaths even though it hurt her badly. “I don’t know who you are, but I would like for you to leave me alone, please. I’m…I’m going to be gone soon and I don’t want to cause Marc any problems.”
He didn’t move except to pick up the shirt and tear it in half. When he tossed the sheet at her, she quickly covered herself up and waited for his next move. When he spoke this time, she knew that man was off his rocker.
“Don’t let anyone else touch you. If they do, then I’ll hurt them. And don’t think you’re going to stay here either. As soon as possible, I’m having you moved.” He turned to the door then looked back at her over his shoulder. “I don’t want you.”
Then he was gone.
Monica looked around the room and then at the sheet. Blood stained it in a couple of places, and she knew it was because she had opened her wounds. She wiped at the tears on her face she hadn’t realized were falling and thought of the man. He didn’t want her. She had no idea why that hurt her so much, but it did. And when Sally came back in the room and helped her into another shirt, Monica rolled to her side and shut her out. Sobbing, she fell asleep.
Chapter Three
Khan sat in the kitchen of Marc’s house and waited. He knew where he was and could have gone there, but he couldn’t leave just yet. Anger boiled over him like a summer storm, and he didn’t trust himself with anyone yet. He glanced up to the ceiling to where he knew the girl was and glared. His f*cking mate.
When Sally had called him and told him that she couldn’t get the door to open and she was afraid that the woman she’d been caring for was dead, he hadn’t thought, but had shifted and gone to Marc’s home. He was sure it was Caitlynne and that she’d fallen, but when he’d gotten to the bedroom and saw the blood, her scent hit him. Kicking open the door happened before he could get a hold on his cat and then he was picking her up. Now he’d tasted her. Not once, but twice, and he wanted more.
He got up and adjusted his cock. He’d been hard since he’d smelled her. Knowing that he wasn’t going to touch her again did little to his frame of mind. She was up there, and she was naked. He had told Sally that she wasn’t to let her wear any more of Marc’s shirts and had given her his. He had gotten all the way downstairs before he realized what he’d done.
“Mother f*ck.” Khan stood up and began pacing the room. He was so f*cked right now he didn’t know what to do. He glared again and wondered, not for the first time since entering the bedroom, if Caitlynne had anything to do with this.
He knew that she hadn’t, but he wanted to blame someone. The woman upstairs was his mate and she was a f*cking human. He paced more until he saw his reflection in the door glass. He looked manic.
Not only that, but his cat was showing. His eyes had darkened and his body mass had expanded. Taking deep breaths in his nose and out his mouth had him calm a little, but a quick trip to the bathroom had him combing his hair and tossing cold water on his face. He looked at the man staring back at him.
“You’re so f*cked right now you’ll never be able to get her away fast enough.” The man seemed to mock him, and Khan splashed water at his reflection. He stood there for several seconds wondering if he could jerk off and give his cock some relief, but knew it wouldn’t help. He needed the woman.
When he came out, Sally was standing in the kitchen. She looked slightly afraid of him and he tried smiling at her. He didn’t think he’d done any good when she backed up. He sat down and tried to calm them both.
“She frightened me. When you called, I thought it was Caitlynne and she’d fallen and hurt the baby.” Sally nodded. “Then when I saw the stranger, I was so relieved that I got a little pissed at her for scaring you.”
“It’s Miss Monica. She was hurt early this morning at work. Mr. Marc brought her here so no one would hurt her again. I think it was her husband who beat her.” Khan nodded. That sounded like something that Marc would do. Protect someone.
“I didn’t mean to scare you. Or her.” He looked up again. “Is she all right? Does she need anything?”
“No. I helped her to dress, and she cried herself to sleep. That other man, her husband, he hurt her badly, Mr. Khan. No woman should have to be afraid of a man who said he’d love her for the rest of her life.” She handed him another shirt and he pulled it on. “You frightened her too. You should learn to control your temper around her. She will not take it.”