CHAPTER 32
DAISY
In all the years that I’ve known and loved Killian Ashby; I have never feared him. There has never been a scenario where I’ve found myself in danger while this man is at my side.
He’s been my comfort.
My confidant.
My safe zone.
But right now, with his hands white knuckling the steering wheel, the muscle in his jaw ticking and the charged silence in the cab of this truck, he is neither of those things.
I’m not afraid of him because I think he may hurt me. I’m rational enough to know that he would never do that. But I am afraid of what’s going on inside his head.
I have no idea why he dragged me away and all-but threw me in his truck. All I know is he hasn’t uttered a single word since he grabbed my wristand told me we’re leaving.
We’ve been in the truck for ten minutes and he still hasn’t told me where the fuck we’re going.
We come to a stoplight and when the truck begins to slow, I chance a glance in Killian’s direction.
He glares at the red light like it personally offended him, his knee bouncing with impatience and I finally open my mouth to ask the question that’s been bothering me since he slammed the door. “Where are we going?”
His jaw clenches, knuckles tightening as he flicks his gaze to me before focusing back on the light. “Home.”
The gruffness in his tone tells me not to argue with his response. That conclusion is only proven further when he speaks again. “It’s about time I remind you who you belong to.”
Be still my beating heart.
The pulse in my neck picks up, theba-dum, ba-dum,echoing loudly in my ears. My palms grow clammy and all the blood in my body rushes south at the possessive words.
The rest of the drive to Killian’s house is silent and all it does is mount the sexual tension that has been growing between us all evening.
I’m pissed at him for dragging me away from my friends and causing a scene, but I’m also dripping with arousal in anticipation of his next move.
I’ve been on edge since he put my hat on my head back at the arena and I almost kissed him. If it weren’t for Lainey pulling me out of the trance I had fallen under, I would have.
And as he guides the truck between the tree’s that separate his house from the main road, I know I won’t be able to stop myself this time. There will be no distractions,no thunderstorms, no one to interrupt us. If I step foot inside that house, there’s no turning back.
Yet, when Killian climbs out, walks around to my side of the truck and opens the door, I place my hand in his and follow him inside anyway.
His palm is rough against my soft one. Every stride he takes toward the front door is filled with purpose, heightening my senses. The cool breeze is like a caress against my boiling skin. My nerve endings are on fire and if he doesn’t dosomethingwithin the next five seconds, I fear I might spontaneously combust.
He keeps his hand wrapped tightly around mine as he fishes around in his pocket for his keys, pulling them out quickly and unlocking the door.
With a push of his shoulder, the door swings open to reveal an open plan log cabin. I don’t get the chance to examine the place further before my back is pressed against the wall, the door is slammed closed with a loud bang and Killian’s mouth descends on mine.
There is nothing gentle about the way his lips ravage mine. It’s primal. Urgent.Angry.He grips my wrists in one hand, bringing them above my head as he pins me against the wall with his hips. His other hand cups my jaw, angling my head just right to allow him more access.
On instinct, I part my lips and his tongue swoops in, sparring against mine as we feast of each other right there in the entryway.
A deep groan rumbles in his chest, and I echo the sound with a moan as his mouth moves from mine, travelling down my neck. I drop my head back, giving him better access as he bites and sucks a path from one ear to the other.
Killian uses his foot to kick my legs apart, wedging himself in the space between my thighs and grinding the thick bulge concealed behind denim jeans against my centre.
“Fuck,” I hiss, electricity shooting straight through my core. He does it again. And again. And again. It drives me insane.
“Killian,” I cry, my voice desperate and breathy.
