Her words, confirmation that yes, he raped her, send a chill down my spine. How can parents do this shit to their own kids? And who would fucking believe in any God that says this is the way? It’s disgusting. Yet, children believe whatever they are raised to believe, so you can’t blame them.
“You must think I’m repulsive,” she says with her eyes still closed.
Carter says, “No, Little Heathen. I think you’re a fucking goddess. Look at you. Risking your life to save others from the pain you know so well. Alluring? Is that the opposite of repulsive? Whatever is, that’s what you are.”
Her eyes flutter open, and she reaches out to touch Carter's hand, but he snaps it back before rising off the bed.
She whispers softly, with so much anguish in her gaze.
“Repulsive.”
“I’ll be back,” Carter says, before he darts out of the room like it’s on fire. Killian and I share a glance, neither of us surprised by our brother's reaction to nearly touching her.
Killian rises from the chair and says, “I’m going to check and see if he is okay.”
After he leaves, I take her hand in mine.
“It’s not you. Carter has issues that have nothing to do with you.”
I stroke the skin on the back of her hand, and there’s something about this woman that has me wanting to take her into my arms and hold her tight. Somehow, I know that would be new for her. Yet, I can’t do that, because Carter has decided this woman means something to him. I rub the pad of my thumb along her tears and wipe them away gently. Those blue eyes stare up into my dark ones, and I know Killian is right—she’s trouble. I don’t look away, I can’t. Her eyes are the shade of the ocean, and they call to me, inviting me in. I’m tempted to jump in without a life jacket, knowing full well, I just might drown.
“You are trouble. Aren’t you?”
A faint smile lifts her lips, and she whispers, “More than you could ever know.”
She glances around the room, taking in the tall Cherrywood dresser and matching end table. Then she spots the TV on the wall before moving to the giant painting of a hunter with a bow.
“Is this your room?” She asks.
I shake my head. “No. This is Carter’s.”
She makes a perfect ‘O’ with her mouth that causes my dick to stiffen in my pants.
“I can sleep on a couch, or even the floor. He’ll need his bed.”
This woman has no clue that my brother is completely obsessed with her. There is no way he’s going to let her out of his sight. He may have to tie her up so she can’t touch him, but I already know she’ll be sleeping beside him. I’m a little jealous because I’d gladly take her to my bed, but it’s not a fight I want to have. Not yet, anyway.
I’m used to having a woman when I want her. This is unfamiliar territory.
“Are you in pain?” I ask as my gaze travels down her body.
“Not really. Discomfort, but not really pain. I still think it’s fucked up to shoot a human with a tranquilizer dart.”
“Let me know if you need pain medication.”
She shakes her head no.
“I need to be aware. At all times.”
I know what she’s worried about, and why, but she doesn’t need to be. None of us will do anything to her if she doesn’t want it. I don’t say that though, knowing she won’t trust a man she just met. I would imagine trust doesn’t come easily for her.
“I look disgusting,” she says with a beautiful blush on her cheeks.
Glancing down at her hands, she stares at the blood caked under her fingernails, and speaks low.
“I don’t regret it, after. There’s no remorse. That makes me a bad person, right?”
I arch an eyebrow and fight myself to not adjust my hard cock.
