“Kai, please?” she begged for his help, still not knowing it was Michael’s brother behind the mask. He’d had the hots for her forever, but she couldn’t stand him. She wanted his older brother, and he was pissed.
“He won’t help you,” I muttered.
And then I pinned her hands over her head, against the car as she cried out.
“I’m going to feel so good,” I whispered against her forehead and closed my eyes, envisioning Winter in my hands.
If I get it through my head and treat her like trash, then I can do the same things to Winter. I can throw her away.
Like nothing.
Reaching behind her, I grabbed her ass. “You know you want to ride this.”
“Damon,” she gasped, turning her head away, “take me home. I know you’re not going to hurt me.”
“Oh, yeah?” I threatened. “Then why have you always been afraid of me?”
Did she really believe I wouldn’t do this? Or did she think she could talk me down?
I had no respect for her. She had no value. She was a warm body.
Yeah, she saved my ass earlier when we torched the gazebo in town. But if I couldn’t have Winter, then Michael wasn’t having Rika. If anyone deserved to come tonight, it was Winter. Who did Rika think she was?
I held her wrists above her head with one hand, pawed her ass with the other, and kissed a trail across her cheek.
I want this.
“Damon, no!” she shouted. “Let me go!”
But then I slammed my mouth down on hers, my teeth cutting into my mouth, and I just tried to see Winter in my head. It was her.
Hurt her. It would be over if I could just hurt her and break her goddamn heart.
“Help!” Rika cried
.
“He doesn’t want you,” I whispered, running my hand up her body and cupping her breast, my stomach rolling with nausea as I felt her struggle.
Please, I don’t want to.
Shhh, baby, I heard my mother again.
Oh, God.
“But we do, Rika,” I choked out, clearing my throat and forcing myself on. “We want you so bad. Being with us will be like having a blank check, baby. You can have anything you want.” I bit her bottom lip. “Come on.”
She jerked away, growling, “I’ll never want you!”
Fine. I grabbed her by the collar, hauled her away from the car, and flung her over to Trevor in his waiting arms.
“Kai,” she gasped, a shred of hope left in her voice.
“Maybe you’ll want him, then,” I said.
Trevor wrapped his arms around her, crushing the little monster.
“Stop!” she yelled.