Perfect Ruin (Unyielding #2)(27)

He finished the water and tossed the bottle in the recycling bin under the counter.

If he didn’t want to talk, that was fine with me. It wasn’t like we had anything to talk about anyway.

I tossed my purse onto the coffee table and walked into the bedroom, rummaged through my dresser for clothes, then went into the bathroom and shut the door.

I’d just climbed into the shower when the bathroom door opened. And shut.

Our eyes met through the fogged glass and my pulse shot off like a bullet. The sprayer hit my chest, hot water pouring down the front of me as I stood unmoving. He kept his eyes on my face, not once wavering to my naked body even though I loved how his eyes trailed down my body like it was something to devour.

Hawks dive bombed in my belly.

Then I watched as he slowly undressed, his movements unrushed and smooth, just like him. He folded each piece of clothing as he removed it and placed it on the counter beside the sink.

I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t. The reality was, Kai captivated me.

Remember who he is, London.

I glanced at the sheathed knife he’d put beside his clothes. Did he go anywhere without that thing? I shivered at the thought of blood being wiped clean from its blade. Had he killed? How many people? Were they good people like my father?

Bile rose in my throat. I was having sex with this guy. I let him use my body and I liked it. I was turned on by him. That made me just as disgusting and vile as him.

The shower door opened and I stepped back.

He scowled as I looked for an escape, but he blocked the only exit and by his unyielding expression, I wasn’t going to get by him.

“What’s changed?” he asked as he stepped under the spray and I backed up against the tiled wall. “I see it in your face, London. What’s changed?”

He kept approaching until his body was up against mine. His hand cupped the back of my neck while his other curved around my lower back. With one rough tug, he had me pressed against him.

“Answer me,” he shouted.

It was the first time he’d raised his voice and it wasn’t race cars of goose bumps shooting across my skin, it was fighter jets.

“The knife.”

His fingers tightened on my neck. “What about it?”

His cock was pressed into my abdomen. “You’ve… killed people with it?”

There was no hesitation as he said, “Yes.”

“Good people?”

“Does it matter?”

Did it? Killing wasn’t right no matter who it was, no matter the reason. I wanted to save lives and Kai took them. But yeah, it still mattered. “Yes.”

I tried to look down, but he wouldn’t let me. His fingers grasped strands of my hair and firmly pulled my head back. “I’ve never pretended to be anyone else, London.” True, that was all me. I saw him as the man who saved me. I’d convinced myself that Kai was good. “Has every person I’ve killed deserved it? Probably not.” I swallowed. “Were they upstanding citizens? No. But I won’t apologize for who I am. Not to you or anyone else.”

“I don’t like you. I don’t like this.”

“Baby, if you liked me, we’d have a problem. But make no mistake, you do like this.” With his mouth to my ear he said, “Nothing wrong with that, London. You can’t control it, so accept what this is for one more night. Forget that I’m a killer and I’ll try to forget that you’re a scientist.”

I huffed.

He grinned and his grip loosened on my hair as his other hand came up to cup my chin, thumb stroking back and forth. “The rule comes into play at any time, London. Always.”

I frowned, uncertain what he was referring to. “What do you…?” Then it hit me. His rule. If I didn’t want something, all I had to do was tell him. “But the deal.”

“Always.” His thumb played with my lower lip and the action didn’t match the serious look in his eyes.

It was the same word he’d written on the note. The same word he’d said to me after the fire. He’d always come for me, whatever that meant. I didn’t understand him. But I suspected he liked it that way.

One more night. We had one more night and then he’d leave and the always wouldn’t matter anymore. I trapped his thumb with my teeth and then slowly dragged it into my mouth. His eyes blazed with desire and I liked that I could do that to him.

He released me, reached up onto the tiled corner ledge and grabbed the soap bottle. Then he passed it to me.

“Wash me.”

I swallowed, staring at him while I took the bottle.

He stood like a stone statue in the rain, the water dripping over his shoulders down his length, trails of heated moisture. Kai was lean and there was not an ounce of softness about him. Agile, like a deadly black panther. No, he was rarer than that, a solitary Amur leopard.

“Water will be cold soon.” His voice broke through my thoughts and I noticed the lightness to his tone had returned and some of my uncertainty dissipated.

I squeezed soap onto my hands. “Umm, you’d be better to stand out of the spray.”

He shook his head, sighing. “Don’t say umm, London. It doesn’t become you.”

I went to retort something back at him, but I clamped my mouth shut and bit the insides of my cheeks instead. He wanted me to react. What pissed me off was that he was right. I never said umm. It was an ugly filler sound. If I couldn’t find the words, I hesitated, not filled the silence with umm.