Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 114936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 575(@200wpm)___ 460(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 575(@200wpm)___ 460(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
His teeth sink into his bottom lip. “Fuck—” Raising his hips up to meet mine, he quickens his pace as I rest my hand on his torso and feel that familiar heat build between my thighs.
“Keaton, I’m—” I explode around him again as his cock throbs inside of me. Falling onto his chest, I suck in deep breaths, my hair sticking to his sweaty chest.
His arm curls around, flipping me to the side as my eyes drift closed. I sigh, running my finger over the lines of the demon on his chest.
“Your first.”
“Mmmm,” he answers, his voice drenched with fatigue. “One of seventy-three.”
“Keaton.” My finger pauses, unwilling to go to the next one. “Did you mean it when you said you wouldn’t sleep with anyone else?” I don’t know why I’m talking.
He shifts a little, wrapping his other arm around me and pulling me farther into his chest, kissing me gently on the top of my head. “Cartier, you’re the only person I’ve ever thought about when I’ve fucked anyone else. Choosing to only put my dick inside you has been the easiest decision of my life.”
I press my lips against his damp chest. “This can’t go as far as we want it to.”
He swallows. “I know. Why do you think my kills are so high?”
Past
“She still fighting it?” Killian asked when I came through the next day. If it wasn’t Kohen, it was Killian who was here. Figured.
“Yeah.” I fell down onto the single leather sofa in front of the burning fireplace. The Castle was the technical “home” of Delila while she was the Midnight Mayhem CEO. It was the home of the previous one before her and so on. Before we migrated to the United States, we also had a similar setup in Kiznitch. I’d been to it once or twice. I preferred that one to this one. The Castle in Kiznitch was an actual castle, unlike this, technically speaking, modernized structure.
“She’ll open up soon enough. She has to.”
I shook my head, my knee bouncing in the spot. “I don’t know, man. She’s for sure fucking headstrong for a girl of her age, and she keeps going off about her daddy.” I reached for the packet of cigarettes on the coffee table and placed one between my teeth. I lit the tip.
“How old is she?” Kill asked, and my eyes flew up to his as I blew a cloud of smoke out, resting back against the chair.
“Why?”
His beady eyes curved, his smirk telling all. “Well, I was just thinking, you know, you said daddy, and I’m thinkin’…”
“And you’re thinking you want me to fuck her like one until she breaks?” I flicked the ash off the tip and glared at him. “Not interested.”
“Why not? She’s hot.”
“She’s fucking underage, and by the way, I ain’t into children.”
He leaned forward. His arms were beginning to lean out since he started hitting the gym with me. “So are we.”
“Killian,” I scolded him like I would a toddler trying to make a run for it into a candy store. “No.”
His bottom lip dropped as he flew back against his chair. “Well, how else are you going to get her to spill about her daddy?”
My eyes squinted around the sting of smoke. “I have one or two ideas. None of which includes stat rape, you fucking mutt.”
“Hey!” Kill’s arms flew up in defense. “Damn, I didn’t say anything about rape. Chill. Thought you didn’t have a heart.”
“I kill people, not rape them.” I stubbed out my cigarette, picking up the box of smokes and making my way to where the foyer met the family room.
“Can I watch?”
I didn’t bother answering when I headed down the long, cold corridor and stopped outside the floor-to-ceiling white polished doors that opened up to Delila’s office. Before I could walk straight past them without looking back, they swung open and Delila stood with white slacks and a silk black blouse open slightly to expose her chest.
“My favorite pet.” Her eyes fell to my boots before crawling back to my face. And I mean crawl, since she did it every single fucking time she saw me. It got worse with age, and I was painfully aware with how open sex was within our culture, but I wasn’t Killian. I wasn’t interested in fucking The Mothers. Except Killian’s…
Unfortunately, Delila had other plans. Like usual. And from a far… younger age.
Her fingers hooked in mine, yanking me into her office.
I gritted my teeth closed. “I’ve got shit to do, Delila.”
“Awww… what?” She pulled me back against the desk, sliding up and spreading her legs wide while unzipping my hoodie slowly. “You know I want to play.” She leaned closer until her warm breath touched the side of my cheek. My stomach rolled. “And you know you can’t say no.”
Present
Loving someone is allowing them to give themselves to you. It’s a promise that you’re not going to break them. That’s not something I can afford to offer.