Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 104753 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104753 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
I’m trying to hide my laughter behind the fishtail braid I’m doing in my hair. “It’s fine. I have a feeling I might need it too.”
Val tosses everything onto my bed and dives on, twisting the bottle cap off. “Okay.” She takes a swig, swiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “So, it all started on New Year’s Eve when Killian broke her heart.”
I wriggle into the bed, taking the bottle of vodka off her and taking a swig. “He did?”
Val turns over her shoulder, glaring at me. “What, that’s surprising to you? Everyone knows that if Killian wanted her, she would have been his a long time ago.” Tilting her head, I watch as her lips wrap around the rim of the bottle. “I don’t know if you know this, but Killian is relentless when he wants something.”
I snort, snatching the bottle from her. This time I take three big gulps. “I know.”
“Because he wants you.” It wasn’t a question. It was a statement.
“I wouldn’t say that…” I answer truthfully. “I think he’s more annoyed because I challenge him.”
“True.” Val nods her head. “You do challenge him, but it doesn’t annoy him, Sass, it turns him on because no one does it.”
Without wanting to dwell on her words, I pick up the bag of Cheetos and pop them open. “We’re here for you, not me.” We slip into a relaxed conversation, going back and forth between Killian and my troubles with him and hers with Maya.
Val lifts up the almost-empty bottle of vodka and my brain swims with the effects of it. “I don’t think this was a good idea.”
I giggle, shaking my head. “I agree.”
The door opens on the side and I slowly find myself glaring at a smirking Killian. “Am I interrupting something? Because fucking good.” His facetious tone isn’t quiet.
“No, you’re not,” I disregard him, fighting the urge to roll my eyes.
“Get up. We’re going out.”
“What?” Val turns over her shoulder. “What do you mean? We can’t! We’ve had too much to drink.”
Killian steps in farther, picking up the bottle of Grey Goose and tossing it to the side. “We’re going out.”
Val groans. “Do we have to play?”
Killian’s eyes come to mine. “Always.”
Val rolls off the bed and heads for the door. “Fine. I’ll need your driver, though. See you all there.”
Killian leans against the edge of the bed. “I’m a little bit too tipsy.”
The corner of his mouth tips up, exposing his Colgate white teeth. “I see that.”
“What’s” —hiccup—“so funny?”
“You’re a pain in my ass.” He reaches for my hand, pulling me to my feet. He takes in every curve and exposed area of my body. “But you do need to put some pants on.”
I shake my head. “No, it’s too hot.”
“In here.” He points to the ground. “But not out there.”
I do my best to walk straight to my closet and take down a pair of yoga pants. Stripping off my shorts, I’m putting my feet into one of the holes when I feel Killian behind me.
His chest against my back.
I stop breathing. “What are you doing, Killian?”
His hand moves to my belly, his fingers spreading out. Slowly, he travels up to the front of my throat and clenches so hard that I’m instantly cut off of air. He yanks my head backward. “The games you played with Kyrin are not happening tonight.”
I attempt to pull myself out of his grip. “You can’t tell me what I can and can’t do, considering—” I finally step out of his grip and shrug on the yoga pants. “You fuck everyone.”
His hand grabs my arm and he spins me around, pushing me backward until I’m crashing against the wall. He knees my legs wide and presses himself into me, one hand against my throat and the other carefully caressing my cheek.
“Do you want to fuck him?” His eyes search mine before dropping to my lips.
He licks his, the piercing in his tongue catching the light. “Because babe, if you wanna fuck him, you can come back here and fuck him. Otherwise, stay off his dick.”
“Why does it matter?” I ask, challenging him.
I’ve slept with Killian one too many times already, so I know that I’m in a very vulnerable position nestled against him the way that I am, but I can’t seem to let go. I can’t seem to liberate the attachment I somehow feel toward him. It’s annoying, feeling a certain way about someone who you have conditioned yourself to hate. Killian is filthy, but I’ve been bathing in him for so long, that when I do walk away, I’ll be doing so with remnants of his poison pumping through my veins.
The door opens behind Killian, but he doesn’t move.
“Yo! We’re heading out, so if you’re gonna fuck, do it quickly.”
“Ky…” Killian calls out to him, but his eyes don’t stray from mine. I am well aware that I didn’t answer his question, nor did I deny wanting to sleep with Kyrin. But I don’t. I thought that much was at least obvious the other night when I walked out on their group orgy. “Come ‘ere.”