taste | e.d

six

Seeing Ethan's face after that half hour of misery made me want to pass out. It seemed too good to be true. It's like seeing an angel in Hell.

He doesn't belong here. A beautiful specimen like him doesn't belong in an ugly world like this, I think. But when I looked down and saw the gun in his hand, the way he clutched at it so naturally, I turned away.

How close was he to dying?

He was actually in the action. What was he doing? Why was he part of it?

I'm afraid of questions that cannot be answered, and at the moment those seem to be the only kind I think of.

Evan came as well, and now they both take us to the exit of the club. Unfortunately, we have to encounter dead bodies on the way.

Shannon screeches and presses herself close to Evan, digging her fingernails into his wrist.

"It's okay, baby," Evan says softly, rubbing her arms.

She looks up at him, and for one second I see a look sweep over her face that I've never seen before. Then, to my surprise, Shannon takes a deep breath and moves forward without a protest.

Shannon is never this calm. And she listens to no one.

Ethan is staring at them just as steadily as I am, and his expression is almost quizzical.

His fingertips gently press against my back. I glance at the gun that is still in his right hand. "Can you put that away?" I tell him.

"No," he says. He frowns. "Considering I've saved your life two times with this thing, I'd think twice about asking."

"Assholę," I mutter.

"What did you just call me?"

"I called you an assholę!" I say, getting up in his face, so close I can see the slight tremor of his lips.

Ethan nods at Evan, and he continues to lead Shannon out of the club.

Once they're out of sight, Ethan grabs my arm and takes me back to the VIP section. We go to the first tent we see. Then he forcefully turns me so my back is against his chest. He hikes up my skirt past my hips and bends me over one knee as he sits on the couch. My arms are behind my back, and he wraps his strong fingers around them so I don't break free.

I gasp and then bite my lip. Is it bad that I like this? It's bad. Very bad.

Oh, my God, this man is so hot.

"Call me that one more time," he says, "I'll shove this gun up your tight little puśsy without turning the safety on."

Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

He plants his hand firm on my ass.

Oh.

"Kendall Rose, you wouldn't dare," he says teasingly.

"Shut up, assholę," I say.

In one swift motion, he pulls my panties down and hits me, hard.

My mouth drops open.

"You're very interesting, Kenna," he says, massaging the spot he just smacked. "Hard to believe we just met yesterday."