Chapter 25
25
KILLIAN
“ W hen I fuck a pro—or anyone other than you—I don’t do it against the wall. Too much work.” I grab the back of Raine’s silky hair and pull her head back. She tries to turn it, but my mouth chases hers until it gets what it wants.
She submits to the kiss—because she’s got no choice.
When my tongue is done tasting her, I pull back, let go of her hair and pick her up. As I toss her over my shoulder, she squeaks a protest I answer with a swat on her ass.
Her voice is strangely deep as she hangs upside down, trying to continue the conversation. “If I’m being honest, it bothers me that you hired sex workers.”
“If I’m being honest, it bothered me that you tried to get me out of your life.”
I pull the door open and step into the light. The party’s definitely winding down because the level of noise is a dull hum now. My hands grab Raine’s waist to lower her to the floor.
Her skin’s glowing. Freshly fucked, she looks even more beautiful than usual .
She runs a hand through her mussed hair. “I—had to. I had to push you away, or I’d have felt complicit.”
“You were.”
Raine sucks in a breath, her eyes suddenly wild.
“Yeah, sorry, you were. I warned you not to go out with him. You did it anyway. Wanna keep me from hurting random guys? Don’t fucking date them.”
“I won’t. But you’d better be nice.”
“Nice to who?”
“Me!”
“When am I ever not?”
“You can be mean. The way you talk to even me sometimes is mean.”
“But you know I’m not. Not towards you. If you need something, or even just want it, I make sure you get it. Who do you think bought you the snow-globe music box?”
Her jaw drops. “It was a promotion. I won that in a giveaway.”
“Yeah, sure,” I say sarcastically. “You wanted it, but you were angry at me, so I sent you a fake form, made up a fake announcement and gave it to you. The only authentic thing about your winning a contest was the time it took me to make it look that way.”
“Killian… why?” Her voice is nothing but a whisper.
“Because,” I say with a shrug. “ Because. ” With a sharp shake of my head, I stare her down. “And then there’s sex, Raine. You really wanna waste time being jealous of other women I’ve been with? They would fall at my feet in gratitude if I ever treated them the way I treat you. I don’t just let you come when I’m fucking you. I make you come. Very different from the way I am with anyone else.”
“You don’t want them to have an orgasm?”
“I don’t care either way. Which means they don’t.”
“No?”
A small smile emerges. “Ask your female friends how often they get off while being fucked.”
“When I feel good, doesn’t it help you orgasm? If not, why were you always so determined to be in my room at night?”
Someone passes, and I wait until they’re out of earshot to answer .
“I can get off anytime I want. I just like it better with you.”
“Oh,” she whispers. “I can’t always get there on my own. If I’m not in the right headspace, I end up giving up because it’s taking too long. Is that normal for a girl?”
“Must be, since you are.”
“Sometimes, I wonder if I am still normal. We’ve spent so much time alone together. I think it’s affected me.”
Wouldn’t that be lucky? I think as we lock eyes for several moments. Our connection is as strong as it ever was. As though we were never apart.
“Killian?”
“Yes, Raine?”
She beckons for me to lean down, and I do. Then in a fierce, champagne-soaked whisper in my ear, she says, “I love that fucking music box.”