Kill Or Be Killed

Chapter Fourteen

Scale Number: 4

Kalayavan mentally punched himself at the little willpower he had when it came to this petite woman in his passenger's seat. Climbing behind the steering wheel, he decided he was never one for following rules for long. Even if they were his own, after all he'd broken more than one of the Tables.

Why had he fought this long anyway?

He had his answer when he glanced over and caught a look of his little Caterina, who looked overwhelmed with what had just happened. He'd been taking it easy so he didn't scare her off, not that he would be letting her go anywhere without him right now. Not until he knew the situation was cleared up and there was absolutely no threat to her. After that... She'd had a lot forced on her in the span of a few days, he was sure her mind was reeling with one thing or another.

"Are you alright?"

She seemed to think hard about her answer before speaking, and still her words weren't what he had expected them to be. "I thought my first orgasm would be in a bed," pausing her then added, "And perhaps a little more romantic." There was a twinge of regret in her tone, but overall she didn't sound completely disappointed.

He almost slammed on the brakes and served off the side of the road, ready to interrogate her meaning. Only he remembered he was getting her back to the cabin for a reason, and if that had been her first, her second wasn't about to be on the side of some poorly lit road. So instead, he swerved slightly as his head snapped over in her direction. "What?"

Kal had known she hadn't been with anyone at the house, thankful that he hadn't had to see it on the screens he surveils. But he'd assumed at some point she might have let off some steam as humans were prone to do. It wasn't a thought he liked to relish on, he'd thought the worst of her.

Growing embarrassed, she turned her head away to look out the window at the buildings passing by. "Just didn't expect it to be in the middle of a crowded nightclub, is all," her volume is very quiet, even in the silence of the car, he barely heard her.

"But your fi..." he sighed heavily, "Damn it, Caterina." Shaking his head, he slowed to pull off the main avenue toward the cabin, "You should have said something." Not that he had really given her the chance, but if he'd known, he would have punished her another way. Nothing so extreme as taking that experience away from her. Not wanting her to think he was mad at her, "You're saying you've never cum before? What about your husband? Or that Dan guy?"

A long silence followed his question, her head still turned away from him as she stared out the window. It wasn't until the buildings started melting into the trees did she finally reply, "Daniel and I never had that kind of relationship." Although by her tone, she must have thought he felt otherwise. Had he tried to make a move on her? Worse, had he tried anything? But as if she could feel his raging accusation, "He never did anything like Jessie, and in that situation, it's kinda hard to enjoy something you're forced to do."

Forced?

This time he couldn't stop himself from reacting, pulling the vehicle off onto the divot on the side of the road. Throwing the truck into gear so hard, he thought he might break the gear stick. Kal rammed his fist into the steering wheel until his knuckles burned, only then did his tunnel vision widen again and he caught a glimpse of Caterina from his peripherals.

She didn't cower away from him, or flinch; she just sat there completely still with her hands tucked between her knees. Either lost in thought, or desensitizing herself like victims with past trauma.

Unsure of why he hadn't seen it sooner, knowing there had been something off when Jession had approached her earlier that day. If he'd just run the fucker over then, it would have been chalked up to a hit and run.