Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 153544 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 768(@200wpm)___ 614(@250wpm)___ 512(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 153544 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 768(@200wpm)___ 614(@250wpm)___ 512(@300wpm)
She subtly pushes me away and throws herself at Killian, wrapping her arms around his neck with the ease of someone who’s done this countless times.
“I missed you,” she murmurs, and then her lips meet his.
18
GLYNDON
I stare at the scene, dumbfounded.
You know that moment when you freeze up and have no idea whether moving or even breathing is okay?
Actually, screw it.
The prominent emotion that tears through my chest isn’t feeling like a third wheel or being slammed in the face by PDA—it’s something worse.
A burst of energy slashes through my veins so similar to…rage.
I swear I’m not the jealous type.
In secondary school, I found my boyfriend making out with my classmate and just closed the door and broke up with him via text.
I don’t feel any resentment toward Bran for being Mum’s favorite, for being the vessel of her talent. Nor for the fact that she goes the extra mile in her attempts to protect him from Lan.
I also have no resentment toward Lan for getting all the attention in our family. Or toward Ava for looking like a goddess and being perfect at everything she does. Or Cecily for being the most balanced human I know.
In short, I don’t feel jealous.
So why the hell do I feel the need to dig myself a hole in the ground and disappear in it?
It’s not jealousy. I refuse to categorize it as such. Because if I’m jealous, it means I care, and that’s not close to possible.
I even came up with the proper explanation for it with that suspension bridge effect theory.
That one makes sense. This whole situation doesn’t.
The leggy blonde all but thrusts her tongue against Killian’s lips. I know because I can see it being stopped by said lips—closed lips, thinned-into-a-line lips.
If it were me, clearly rejected like that, I would dig that hole deeper and vanish farther in it. Maybe bury myself alive while I’m at it, too. However, the blonde doesn’t stop and even goes on to bite his lower lip.
Instead of asking for a kiss—she’s demanding it.
Unable to keep looking, I stare at the ground, my eyes blurry and my ears so hot, I think they’ll explode. Is there an exit somewhere? Maybe it’s on the other end of the house?
In my peripheral vision, I make out Killian’s hand shooting out, grabbing the girl by the hair, and wrenching her away from him. Then he steps back, letting his hand fall to his side.
I guess that means he’s not savage with only me.
I expect her to whine or yelp—I would’ve definitely shrieked from how painful it looked—but she just licks her lips, showing a piercing in her tongue. “I love it when you’re being rough. Rawr.”
Is she crazy? Why the hell would she like the bastard’s violence?
Oh, wait.
Aren’t there people who get off on it? Like Killian, for instance.
I lift my head to watch them openly, not bothering to hide the fact.
“What are you doing here, Cherry?”
Of course her name is Cherry. She looks like a Cherry.
A seductive grin curves her lips. “I always wondered about your secret club, so I thought I should join. Look. I won.”
My heart sinks at the reminder that I didn’t win, and the bastard eliminated me at the last second. This Cherry, however, is already a member.
Killian’s expression remains blank, so she steps toward him, swaying her hips and biting the corner of her lower lip. “How about a celebratory fuck to welcome me to the Heathens? You can choke me.”
I step backward as if I’ve been slapped. I can’t stay here anymore. My chest aches at the thought that he’s done the things he did to me to someone else.
He choked them, too.
He probably ambushed them and made them feel alive just to drop them when he got bored.
I know all of that, I do, so why the hell do I feel like crying?
One thing’s for certain, I definitely won’t stay to watch them hook up.
“I’m…going to go.” My whisper is barely audible.
Refusing to lower my head, I turn around and start to walk from where I came.
Though maybe I can go into the house and see if there’s a way out—
A strong hand wraps around my elbow, jerking me to a halt. I stare up at Killian who all but fuses me to his side.
“I have someone else for a celebratory fuck. Better luck next time, Cherry.”
I want to say no, there’ll be no fucking and absolutely nothing to celebrate, but for some reason, I remain silent.
It’s due to the change in Cherry’s face from proper flirtatious to frightening calculation. “And who is this lost lamb?”
“More like a little rabbit. She runs fast.” Instead of mockery, there’s a hint of…pride in his tone. But before I can comment on that, he slides his palm from my elbow so he can wrap it around my waist. Possessively. “The door is to your left, and so are the dicks you can suck.”