4. Killian #2
“Oh, Princess,” I coo. “He looks like there isn’t much in those expensive dress slacks anyway.
Is that what happened? Dick too small? He can’t find the clit?
” I grin wolfishly as she glares, cheeks bright red.
My finger draws up her exposed leg, enough to fan the flames of longing.
“After feeding you like a child, the least he could have done is fucked you properly.”
She steps away. “Need to know the positions we tried?” she taunts, eyes hard. “Or maybe how many times he made me come? I can’t remember exactly, but I can try?—”
Wrapping her wet locks around my fist, I make her look up at me, smirking grotesquely. There’s a bite of pain as she flinches, but she doesn’t make a sound. I want her to hurt as much as I am—maybe more.
“Unless you want me going into his apartment and gutting him in his sleep, you’ll keep your mouth fucking shut,” I growl.
Maeve scoffs, lips twisting into a nasty smile. “What’s wrong, Killian? Can’t handle knowing I’ve had others in my bed?”
“Shut up,” I whisper, deadly coiled. Jealousy lodges in my stomach, burning me from the inside out.
“You can’t think you’re the only one.” She snorts. “The arrogance. Newsflash: you’re not that good.”
My control snaps, and I lunge forward, crashing my lips against hers.
Slamming us into her bedroom door, we collide, tongues and teeth biting. The tang of blood hits my mouth, and I moan, lapping it up like it’ll give me life. Because that’s what Maeve is. Life, love, destruction—my destruction.
Her soft curves give under my weight, and I move my knee, pinning her to the door. She whimpers, and my cock hardens. I know that sound—I’ve had dreams about hearing it again. It’s my fucking salvation.
My fingers dig into her skull, painfully holding her as I pour every bit of my want through the kiss. I want to claim, take all of his touch from her, cut it away, so only mine remains.
Pulling back, I suck on her bottom lip, running my tongue roughly over her cut.
“I don’t care if you’ve had a different lover for every day we’ve been apart,” I mumble, chest heaving, heart pumping wildly.
I’ve had nightmares about never kissing Maeve again, and yet, here it is.
“I’ll strip every single one of their touches from your body, burn all traces of you with my lips.
I’ll lick your pussy clean of their cum and then fill you up with mine.
I’m the only one who fucking matters, Maeve. Me.”
Shocked, she raises her fingers to her bruised lips. Now she looks wrecked. This is how she should have looked coming home from his place. Fucking annihilated.
“You shouldn’t have done that,” she whispers, eyes wide.
“No, you’re right. I should have done it sooner.”
Just knowing I’ve replaced Reese’s kisses with mine spurs me on.
“I can’t fucking stand knowing he’s had you,” I mumble, looking down at our legs tangled together. God, they look perfect like that. Two halves back together. “I want my touch to be the last one you know.”
“Killian, I’m with?—”
“If you say his fucking name,” I threaten, voice dark. “I will kill him, Princess. I will dice his body into little pieces and feed it to the crows in the woods. Don’t fucking say his name when you’re with me.”
She swallows, biting her lip. “There’s nothing here, Linwood.” She’s trying to put walls back up. Put me at arm’s distance. “Nothing is left between us.”
There’s a part of me that wants to shake her—force her to see. To take back my heart she holds captive and know peace.
The other part—the one that lives for her toxicity—begs for more. To punish her for keeping us apart. To force her to the bed and find a home between her legs and soul again.
“No?” I snort, raking my teeth over the lip she’s playing with, adjusting my knee. “Then why are you so fucking wet?”
She inhales sharply, and I grin, nose brushing hers.
“Deny it, lie to yourself if you need to, Princess. But you can’t hide from me. You miss me, your body misses me. And eventually, we’re going to fix this. Fix us.”
Maeve swallows, eyes narrowed. “There’s no fixing anything. We’re over.”
I tsk. “Sounds like denial. Such an ugly color on you.” I nip her lip, and I groan. She fucking tastes like mine. “You’re going to be mine again. Watch.”
“No.”
The pounding in her bedroom startles us both. “Ace,” Hayes calls through the door, and I growl, hunching closer to the woman in my arms.
I may have an understanding with the hitter, but it doesn’t mean I was ready to share Maeve with him.
“I’m here,” she says, voice shaky. “What’s wrong?”
“Movement at the front gates,” he explains. “It’s an envoy. From the Board.”
We lock eyes. An envoy from the Board? Sounds suspicious. Exactly the kind of shit I’ve been warning her about. The kind of shit that means more death threats—the kind of shit I’ve been battling for her, so she remains safe.
She shoves me away, opening the door, much to my displeasure. Hayes might be with Collins, but I don’t need him seeing Maeve barely clothed.
His deep blue eyes bounce from Maeve to me, lingering on our mouths. I don’t pretend to hide in front of him, just glare, holding on to the doorjamb. I’m so pissed that he’s looking like a fantastic option to take my rage out on. I wonder if he’d bleed as red as all the others.
“We good here?” he asks, protectively standing closer to Maeve.
I smirk, but my fingers itch to grab my knife.
“Perfect.”
“Make sure the guards are ready,” Maeve commands, glaring up into Hayes’ face. She’s half his size and yet tougher than us both. “When he comes in, direct him to the office. Do not offer him a drink. Do not speak to him.”
“And you?” Hayes looks her over, eyebrows raised. “Pretty sure you should talk to an envoy with pants on.”
“Give me five minutes to change,” she grumbles, shoving me aside and out of her room without another word.