“I’m going to come, Kill.” I warn him and rock my hips harder, meeting him thrust for thrust. His fingers leave the bruised skin of my hip and find my clit, rubbing in fast circles and pushing me over the edge.
“Come, now,” he demands and he thrusts harder as my nails dig into the skin of his taut shoulders. He knows what I need and lets go of my hair, to tighten his fingers around my throat. My eyes lock with his as I come hard, all over his throbbing dick.
He’s not far behind me, thrusting upward three more times and exploding inside me. He hauls me close to his chest, wrapping his arms around me, and keeps his dick inside my still convulsing pussy while he gasps for air.
True to his word, Killian did not let me rest the entire night. I can’t think of a position he didn’t have me in, and I lost track of how many orgasms he gave me around midnight. It has to be four in the morning when I finally decide I might die if I don’t hydrate.
“Where are you going?” Killian sounds more relaxed than I’ve heard him in a long time.
“To get a drink,” I say climbing out of bed onto sore legs. He watches me hungrily as I slip his black t-shirt over my naked body. He’s quick to hop out of bed too, and my eyes take in the way his muscles move as he looks around for a pair of sweatpants to throw on.
“I promise not to run away,” I joke and instantly regret it, unsure if the innocent banter will trigger his mood to switch.
He moves over to stand in front of me, looking down into my eyes as he cups my jaw. “I’m not worried about that.” His thumb strokes over my bottom lip while he seems to be lost in thought. “I don’t want to be apart from you right now. Is that a problem?” It’s not a question, or even really a threat. I don’t recall hearing this emotion in his voice recently and it’s doing funny things to my stomach.
I want to tell him I’ve missed him. I want to tell him so many things, but I won’t. Tonight has been too perfect, and I don’t want to mess that up by making him angry. Instead, I hold out my hand and offer it to him. It feels like my heart flips in my chest when he links our fingers together and leads me out into the hallway.
We’re silent on our way down to the kitchen until we’re in the dark foyer and my thumb brushes along his knuckles. I ask him, “Will you let me wrap them before we go to bed?”
He flicks the light on when we reach the kitchen and then glowers down at me in a way that almost seems playful.
“You’re such a child,” I laugh, feeling so light. I know things probably won’t stay this way between us for long, but I’m going to savor every second of it.
He grabs my face and smiles against my lips, pressing small kisses there as he backs me up against the refrigerator.
“Are you smiling, Killian Pierce?” I practically giggle against his lips and he quickly sobers, glaring at me with absolutely no anger.
“No,” he rasps, brushing his hand through my hair.
“Yes,” I counter, turning my head to the side to kiss his bicep that is caging me in. I start to say something else to tease him, but my eyes are drawn to red splotches on the floor.
I shove Killian’s chest, but he doesn’t budge.
“Killian…blood….” I can’t get the words out, but what I do get out is enough to get him to look over on the other side of the granite topped island in the center of the floor.
“Stay back,” Killian yells at me, pushing me behind him as he rounds the counter. “Fucking Hell. KAI! GET THE FUCK DOWN HERE!”
I peek around Killian and I see who’s blood is pooled everywhere. Damon is lifeless, eyes still open and a large kitchen knife stabbed into his chest all the way to the hilt. Held by the knife is a blood soaked piece of paper with the same handwriting as the note we thought was from Chad.
To Be Continued in Cruel Rage: The Brutal Boys of Blackcrown Falls Duet Book 2.
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