Her eyes snap to mine. “I won’t.”
Knox gets on the bed behind her and holds onto her wrists.
“Grab her shoulders, and slowly pull her down on top of you.”
I place one hand on her, then the other, and pull her on top of me, her eyes shining down on me like I’m giving her the fucking world.
I adjust my legs so they are out of the way, as our girl lays her head on my shoulder, her gaze full of so much emotion. She sighs softly while I stroke my fingers down her back.
“Thank you,” she says with tears in her eyes.
Her tits press against my chest, and I can feel her heart pounding wildly. She stares at me with an expression I can’tplace, like she thinks I’m something more than I am. I palm the back of her head as she gasps my name.
“Carter.”
It’s breathy and filled with contentment. This moment, holding her close to me, is everything I need.
Knox pushes inside her, and she cries out, “Oh my God.”
I thought I’d be jealous of my brother fucking my Little Heathen, but I’m surprisingly not. Together we can give this perfect girl everything she needs. Her, lying in my arms like this, fills every fucking need I have. I had never fucked a woman before today, and I’ve never simply held one like this either. Her skin against mine is a soothing balm for my tortured soul. Pain evaporates, and in its place is pure bliss. I’m not naive enough to think I’m healed—my demons will never leave me alone.
But she’s the reprieve.
The moment of clarity in the dark.
If this is a mental illness, I never want a cure.
Maybe it’s madness.
Beautiful fucking madness.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
KILLIAN
Last night was rough. This girl has turned me into a man I don’t even fucking recognize. Knox and I have shared many women, so it’s nothing new for me to watch him fuck. But this is different—this crosses a fucking line.
I heard her moans and couldn’t stop myself from turning the bedroom cameras on. They are hardly ever used unless we aren’t home, but I had to know what was going on behind that door. My curiosity was uncontrollable.
Initially, I switched them on hoping she was crying and getting ready to run back to the shithole she came from.
Yet there she was—getting fucked by my virgin brother. The same one that refuses any sort of physical contact. This girl’s pussy must wield magical fucking power.
It’s annoying the way both of my brothers watch this girl like she hung the fucking moon. Even more irritating was the way I fucked my fist, watching Carter, and then Knox, take their turn with her. They both treat her like she’s precious. Knox has even taken to calling her his goddamned ‘treasure’. Carter has it closer with ‘heathen’, but to me, she’ll always be Killer. Not justthe men whose lives she has ended. This woman is going to kill everything good in our world.
Our business.
Our lives.
Our family.
I’ve done everything I could to keep us together since we found our mother dead. To protect our family unit. I kept both of them out of jail when they went off the rails. It was always me. And now, it seems all it takes is one psychotic blonde with good tits to unravel everything I’ve spent years building.
Frustrated as hell, I walk into the gym that connects on the far side of the garage to find a blonde fucking ponytail bobbing on the treadmill.
“Is there anywhere I can go in my house where you aren’t?”
She pulls an earbud out of one ear as she stares at me in the mirror.
