Carter’s face shows every emotion as he processes her words. Her eyes are closed, so she doesn’t see it, but I do.
“You want to die,” he says, but it’s more of a statement than a question.
“Do you know what it’s like to live in a world of pain? Most people have good memories mixed with bad. I don’t. My only experience in life has been hurt. My dreams are a repeat of nightmares. Death is peace. After I’m gone, the never-ending torment will die with me. I want to leave the world better than I found it.”
I alternate between stroking her arm and running my fingers through her hair. I don’t know how Carter can control himself with her. I don’t touch her because I want to, but because I need to.
“By saving the children,” Carter says in understanding.
She opens her eyes, and gazes at my brother like she’s seeing him for the first time. There’s an undeniable connection between them at this moment, as if they both see something in each other they only believed existed in themselves.
My brother reaches his hand up to touch her face. His fingers twitch, and he quickly retracts it. I can physically see his yearning to feel her skin. As always, the fear of her returning physical contact stops him from giving in to what he wants.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
KILLIAN
Iwalk into the kitchen after sending Cinnamon home in an Uber and find Heather standing in front of the counter, drinking a cup of coffee like she fucking belongs here. I hate her, but I’m not fucking blind, so of course I notice her muscular thighs peeking out under my brother’s t-shirt. Standing on her toes, she reaches up to close the cupboard, and the fabric lifts, revealing black lacy panties barely covering her plump ass. It pisses me off. She pisses me off.
“Making yourself at home, Killer?” I ask as I move behind her, and place my arms on the counter on either side of her, blocking her in.
Her breathing picks up as she stands frozen in place. Good.
Be afraid. Very fucking afraid.
“Did you enjoy yourself this morning? I bet you took both my brothers’ cocks like the fucking whore you are. Did you? Or could Carter not bring himself to touch you?”
Placing my hands on her shoulders, I spin her around so she’s facing me. She tilts her head back and fucking glares at me. Those eyes that look as blue as the Pacific Ocean stare into mine as she bites.
“That’s none of your business.”
I narrow my gaze at her as I contemplate my next move.
“Everything in this house is my business, Killer. That makes you, and every fucking move you make, my business. Now, tell me, did you fuck either of my brothers? Did Knox spread you wide open and fuck you while you screamed?”
She replies, with a snarky tone, “Sounds like you're fantasizing about us.”
I huff in response, hoping I am hiding from how exacting her comment was. I’m fairly confident nothing happened with Carter.That would take a goddamn miracle. But it’s pretty fucking likely she slept with Knox.
“Answer. Me.” I bite out, tired of her games.
“I’m not telling you shit.”
“Last chance. Tell me, or I’ll use my own methods to find out.”
Her gaze stays on mine, her breathing heavy, but otherwise not appearing fearful. Not the way she should be. I wrap my palm around her throat and push her flat on her back, until her head hits the counter.
“Alright, we’ll do it your way, Killer.”
Sliding my hand inside her panties, I cup her warm pussy before shoving two fingers inside her, moving them in a circular motion as she whimpers.
The vibration from her throat against my palm makes my dick hard, but this isn’t about receiving pleasure. I want to know if Knox fucked her.
I hum as she bucks her hips against my hand.
“It seems you didn’t get fucked yet, but you want to be right now. Don’t you?”
“No,” she croaks as I pull my fingers out, and slam them back inside her pussy.
