The way his body rolls with every deep thrust is breathtaking, and I find myself unable to look away. His ass is perfectly sculpted, and my mouth begins to water. He’s not just a machine, he’s a beast. An animal. And I want it. I want to rip my teeth into him and take it all for myself, not relenting until we’re both completely spent on the kitchen floor.
FUCK! No, I don’t!
I don’t want anything this man could ever offer, apart from his head on a silver platter. Do I want what his body can do? Sure, any woman would. But I don’t want it if it’s his cocky face staring back at me. I’ll take a suction-capped dildo over him any day.
Fuck, that sounds pathetic. There’s no comparison. Nothing beats the real thing, but I have too much pride, and I will never sink to those lows, not where Raiden Kane is concerned.
I watch like a creep-tastic stalker for way too long before my mind flickers back to Spikezilla sitting in a smaller Tupperware container on my kitchen counter, and the sight of Raiden’s thrusting ass suddenly means nothing to me.
The rage returns tenfold, and as the redhead starts screaming my name all over again, I lift the blowpipe to my lips, and with absolute precision, I take a deep breath and blow hard, watching as the tranq dart bullets through the air and plunges into the back of Raiden’s neck with enough sedative to knock out a small army.
A profound elation fills my veins, and I watch in delight as he looks at the woman beneath him, his brows furrowed, realizing something is very wrong. An accusatory spark flickers in his eyes, but before he gets a chance to put the pieces together, he collapses heavily onto the redhead, leaving her stranded beneath him, spread-eagled with her leg trapped up over his shoulder.
“Xaden?” she frets, clutching his larger shoulder and madly shaking him. “Xaden! What the fuck? That hurts.”
Oops!
She shoves at him, but it becomes very clear that she’s stuck, and if her leg weren’t positioned like that, I might have even left her for a while, but knowing exactly what’s about to come, I settle the light fixture back into the ceiling and start crawling my ass back into myapartment.
By the time I drop back through the ceiling hatch in my bathroom, I hear the redhead next door. “HOLY FUCK! XADEN. WAKE UP!”
I laugh to myself, knowing I’m about to get the best sleep of my life, right after I put in an express order for a new pot for my sweet Spikezilla. I wonder if I could get a middle-of-the-night delivery. Uber can do everything these days.
“Oh, my god. This is not happening,” the girl groans before I hear her hand slamming against the wall. “Uhhh, Kiara? Honey, are you still there?”
“Ummmm. Yes?” I say, playing along as though I’m not directly responsible for the passed-out man currently still inside of her.
“I would never usually ask, but is there any way you could help a girl out?”
“Sorry? How do you mean?”
“I’m kinda . . . shit. This is so embarrassing, but I’m stuck. I think Xaden passed out, maybe. I don’t know, but I’m not exactly in the best position, and it’s really starting to hurt. This delicious chunk of man-meat is heavy as fuck.”
“Oh, yeah,” I laugh. “He does that.”
“What?”
“He has a condition where he passes out when he gets a little too excited. You know, tends to happen right before he comes. It’s a real problem. You’re definitely not the first woman I’ve had to rescue from beneath him. It’s quite the workout. You’re the third this week.”
“WHAT! THIRD?” she gasps. “How many girls is he screwing?”
“Including you? Ummm . . . seven. Maybe eight. And that’s just this month’s roster. You should have seen him last month. It was a revolving door situation. Got a little ugly with those accidental double bookings, but he made the most of them like Xaden always does. He’s not afraid to double up. Though you should probably get yourself checked after this. I saw these weird medications in his bathroom the last time I was over there.”
“What the fuck,” she screeches. “This motherfucker has an STD? BUT HE’S STILL INSIDE ME!”
“Oh shit, yeah. You’re going to want to do something about that.”
“Are you coming or what?” Her voice is all screechy, and it brings me the sweetest joy.
I roll my eyes and grin. “Oh, yeah. Sorry. I forgot.”
I giggle like a freaking moron as I grab a hairpin and skip out of my apartment, stopping in front of Raiden’s door. After fiddling with the hairpin, I slip it into the lock, but the handle twists without resistance. He didn’t even lock his door.
I shake my head. Does this idiot know nothing about self-preservation, or is he simply too cocky to assume he’d ever be in a situation where he’d need to defend himself? Because I’ve got bad news for him: living next to me with an attitude like that, he’s going to have to take a crash course in survival skills, and he’s going to have to do it fast. Right after he wakes from the mini coma I just put him in, of course.
Striding through the apartment, I scurry toward Raiden’s bedroom and barge through the open door. “Oh hey, girl,” I say with a fake chirpiness I save only for the most serious situations before offering her my hand. “I’m Kiara, but you already knew that.”
“Uhhhhh.”
