Chapter 37
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
THE HEATHEN
Iopen my eyes, pry myself out of Knox’s hold, and spot Carter passed out on the other side of the bed.
I wasn’t restrained, so I’m surprised he allowed it.
The urge to reach over and touch him is almost too strong to fight.
Yet, I don’t, because he deserves his boundaries.
Nobody has ever respected mine, and I won’t do that to him.
I want to be his safe place. Maybe it’s the good dick talking, but I think they might both be mine.
I don’t hate being tied up like I always thought I did.
As much as I’d prefer to touch them, it’s okay.
I know I’m not in danger with them. I wish I could say the same for Killian, but I can’t.
Speaking of the actual devil, I think to myself, as I enter the kitchen and find him reading the paper, which causes me to raise an eyebrow in surprise.
Do people still read the paper? I thought most people get their news online these days.
I’m taken back by the black-rimmed glasses on his face.
I’ve never seen any of these men wear them, and I’m instantly annoyed by how hot he looks in them.
Killian looks up from his paper, and his expression changes from normal to pissed off the second he spots me standing in front of him.
“Good morning, Killer,” he says with obvious sarcasm.
I glance at him on my way to the coffee maker.
“Satan,” I say, and he laughs, causing me to stop in my tracks, confused by his genuine laughter. I wasn’t even sure he was capable of an emotion other than anger.
“Cute,” he says, as I grab a coffee mug and pour myself a cup. Turning to the window connecting the kitchen to the living room, I flash him a smile.
He clears his throat and says, “I’m going to help you find your father.”
The mere mention of him washes the smile from my face.
“W-Why?”
He sighs, seemingly annoyed that he has to explain himself, but he does it anyway.
“This all ends with the Prophet, yes?”
I nod in agreement, and he continues.
“We find the Prophet, let you get your revenge, and then you can go. Whatever the cost is to be rid of you, I’m happy to pay.”
He sits at the table, sipping his coffee, while I wish I were as unaffected by his words as he is.
“Why do you hate me so much, Killian? What did I do to you?”
He glances up from his coffee, and stares at me like I’m every bit of the enemy he has decided I am.
“Nothing, Killer. Call it damage control. You’re a threat to my family. All threats have to be neutralized. One way or another. This is the easiest way. The one with the least trouble for my family.”
I shake my head, unsure of what he’s talking about.
“How?”
Setting his black coffee cup on the table, he says, “I could eliminate you myself, but then Carter might never forgive me. This way, you get what you want, and so do I.”
I take a gulp of my coffee as realization dawns on me. He thinks once my father is dead, I’ll just leave. The thought of never seeing Carter or Knox again causes my chest to ache.
“What makes you think I’ll leave?”
The look of surprise on his face is nearly comical.
“Because I’ll tell you to.”
I walk into the dining room and take a seat beside him, holding onto my cup like it might protect me from him. Taking a deep calming breath, I stare into his eyes. I’m fighting to not cower to him, but appear strong and unfazed.
“Do people always do what you tell them to, Killian?”
He smirks at me with a nod.
“Yes, Killer. They do.”
Not taking my gaze from his, I lift my cup to my lips and take a sip of coffee.
Darting my tongue out, I swipe up the liquid on my lips, as I notice him watching the movement.
“I’m not people, Kill. You can tell me to leave, but that doesn’t mean I will. I don’t answer to you. Why won’t you just admit the truth?”
He clenches his jaw and grits out, “Which is?”
Tilting my head at him, I flash him a sweet smile, knowing I’m going to set him off.
“You’re fucking jealous, Killian. I know you were watching us. Did you see me looking at you? What were you doing while you watched your brothers fuck me? Did it piss you off that they have me in a way you never will?”
Reaching up, he grabs my hair and wraps it around his fist, yanking hard as I fight back the yelp of pain.
“I know you think you’re special, Killer, but I promise you’re not.
You’re the Bonetti whore now, nothing more.
If I wanted you, I’d have you. Remember that while my brothers are pumping you full of cum—you’re nothing but a meaningless slut.
The Prophet trained you well. You have no other purpose than to be a hole for a man to fill. ”
I squeeze my eyes shut tight, trying to stop the tears threatening to fall. Releasing me, his dark chuckle fills the room as he gets up from the table and leaves me sitting there—his words echoing in my mind long after his footsteps fade down the hallway.
You’re a meaningless slut. The Prophet trained you well. You have no other purpose. A meaningless slut. The Prophet trained you. No other purpose. No purpose…