“Are you sure about that, Killer? Call meDaddy. Maybe then you’d be more into it.”
I release her throat, pull my fingers from her cunt, and suck them clean as she scrambles to her feet.
“Why are you being such a dick? What did I do to you?”
I grip her chin in my palm and tilt her head back.
“My brothers are right, you’re really fucking beautiful. That changes nothing for me. I want you gone. You won’t hold their attention. Knox goes through women like they’re disposable. And Carter. He has OCD, and will focus his attention on something new very soon. Where does that leave you? Back to being the homeless piece of trash you are.”
She shoves her hands into my chest, and I tilt my head at her with a smirk on my lips.
“That’s funny, dickhead. You’re the only one that has had your fingers inside my pussy. My taste on your tongue. What is it they say? Thou who doth protest too much? I think it’s you that wants to fuck me, Killian. But that’s too bad, because you’ll never get the chance.”
She walks around me to storm out of the kitchen when I stop her.
“Hey, Killer.”
Glancing over her shoulder, she penetrates me with that fucking gaze that makes my cock hard as a rock.
“If I wanted to fuck you, I’d hold you down and split you wide open with my cock. Too bad for you, I don’t want to.”
She crinkles her nose with obvious displeasure.
“Dream on, you’re disgusting. How you are even related to Knox and Carter, I don’t understand.”
I can nearly feel the heat from her as she storms out of the kitchen. Pissing her off is fun, and I think I’ll be doing a lot of it.
I pour myself a cup of coffee and take a sip, when I hear Knox come in behind me.
“Did you have fun, Kill?”
I smirk as I turn to him.
“Did she run to you?” I ask.
He walks over to me and grabs a coffee cup, filling it up until it’s almost overflowing. I laugh at him as he leans over to drink a bit before it spills all over the counter. When he rights himself, he waves his hand in the air.
“Cameras, Kill. It was quite the show.”
I shrug and finish my coffee silently. I’m mostly relieved that he lets it go, until he speaks as he walks out of the kitchen.
“I want her at the race tonight,” Knox says, before promptly leaving the kitchen. He doesn’t see me roll my eyes or clench my fists, and he definitely doesn’t see me bring my fingers to my nose, inhaling the scent that lingers.
It was a mistake to shove my fingers inside her sweet pussy. I only made things more challenging for myself. It won’t happen again.
Again my brain shouts,I need to get rid of this woman.One day my brothers will be grateful that I had the balls to do what they didn’t. They see that sometimes I make tough decisions, but it’s for the good of the family.
I glance down at my phone when an alert for our security system chimes. Someone has turned off the alarm in the garage, so I walk that way to make sure it’s one of my brothers and not an intruder.
When I make it to the garage, I spot Carter under his car, while Knox sits on a chair with the fucking Killer on his lap. I stand glaring at them, as he places a hand on one cheek and cups the back of her head with the other, pulling her in for a kiss. Heather places her arms around his neck and runs her fingers through his hair. He moans softly. I have shared several women with Knox, and have never fucking heard him moan. Carter puts his wrench away as she whimpers our brother's name. Knoxhas his hand up her shirt, I assume playing with her nipples. Everything in me screams to leave and stop watching what is only pissing me off. Yet, I don’t. I keep watching as Carter goes over to them and kneels behind her, pressing kisses to the back of her neck, while he wraps her hair around his fist. She wiggles around on Knox’s lap, obviously needing the friction, and Carter growls.
“That’s it. Make yourself come.”
The rage builds in my blood, and I leave. I’ve seen enough to know this is not fucking going the way I thought it would.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CARTER
