Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 167204 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 557(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167204 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 557(@300wpm)
Guilt flashes through her eyes and she swallows, but she doesn’t look away from me. “Hex? No, of course—”
“Not Hex.”
She doesn’t answer this time, and that is the answer.
Of course she did.
Of course she got in a fucking car with a man who planned to rape and kill her and let him bring her out to the middle of fucking nowhere.
I don’t know if I’m angrier over the danger she put herself in, or the fact that in order to overlook what we both know about him, she would almost certainly have to be attracted to him.
He asked her on a date, and she said yes.
He brought her to the Blue Blood Ball.
And they’re wearing fucking couples’ costumes and dressed as the Phantom and Christine.
That’s so stupid, it shouldn’t hurt, but it fucking does.
The idea of her replacing me makes me so irrationally angry, I feel my sanity slipping.
Not fucking happening.
I shake my head, my skin hot. I look at her standing there in Hex’s clothes at a party she came to with Aiden and I know… I can’t fucking trust her to look after herself. She’s a magnet to murderous assholes and she’s going to get herself destroyed and then killed, probably in that order.
“I hope you’ve enjoyed your freedom, songbird, because after tonight, I’m putting your reckless little ass in a cage.”
She stares up at me, eyes wide. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me.” I let go of her wrists, but only so I can shove her down on the ground.
“Killian,” she says, still with the audacity to sound outraged.
“I should beat that pretty little ass for what you’ve done tonight. But we’ll deal with that later. Right now, I just want to fuck you. It’s been too long.”
“You are not fucking me,” she says with surprising adamance, twisting and trying more desperately to get away from me.
“Oh, yes, I am.” I don’t take Hex’s mantle off her because I want to fuck her in it, but I grab the lacy bustline of her dress and rip it open. She gasps as her tits spill out. No bra underneath. Perfect.
“Killian,” she says a bit fearfully, but I’m too hungry for a taste to really hear her. I’m rough with her, kissing and biting her tits until she’s gasping and pulling at my hair, trying to pull me off her.
She’d need a fucking army to get me off her.
Unfortunately, it occurs to me she just might get one.
Hex didn’t want me coming after her, and while one had to skip the event, most of the Blue Bloods are in that building. All he has to do is gather them up, maybe even bring his new buddy Aiden to replace our missing brother tonight, and there would be an army looking for us in these woods.
A much more effective army than the last band of idiots who chased after us.
And if he’s pissed enough about me chasing after Brynn and leaving Sloane inside to watch, well…
I don’t want him getting any ideas about teaching me a lesson.
We won’t all survive that.
I’ll hide her from him after tonight. I have to. After what I just saw in the ballroom, maybe he hasn’t fucked her yet, but he’s thinking about it, and since I’m not free to make a claim on her, there really isn’t anything I can do to stop him short of killing the bastard.
But I’d have to do it in a way the Blue Bloods couldn’t trace back to me or I’d die too, and since the asshole is my friend, I don’t really want to kill him.
Even if I did, Aiden might pop up, and even if I finish what I started there, there will be some other fucker who falls into her pretty brown eyes and wants to touch her. There’s just no fucking way I’m gonna let them. I don’t care how unfair it is; Brynn Blakely is mine.
I look down at Brynn now, half naked with her dress torn, glaring up at me like I’m the devil.
She’s so fucking pretty lying there beneath me on the forest floor.
Her mask is caught on her hair clip, so I tug the mask off and toss it. I take the hair clip out, too, sinking my fingers into her dark curls and cradling her head.
“I love you. Don’t you forget that.”
A frown flickers across her face, but before she has a chance to respond, I kiss her.
Then I shove her dress up so I can pull her panties down, and her urgency to get away from me is renewed.
“Killian, stop. I don’t want—”
“I don’t care,” I tell her, not even letting her finish.
She glares up at me. “You don’t get to fuck me after you’ve fucked her. And you don’t get to be this jealous that I went on a date when you’re engaged to someone else.”