Page 42 of Destruction


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“I’m sorry. Did you say something?”

I step closer to her and stare back at her reflection as the blood boils in my veins.

“I said, is there anywhere I can go in my house where you aren’t?”

She turns the treadmill off and moves to stand directly in front of me, staring at me with a bitter expression on her face.

“What’s your problem, Killian? Seriously. What is your fucking problem?”

I take a step closer to her, and she moves back, placing her hands on her hips like a bad attitude is going to stop me.

Another step forward, and she takes another step back. We repeat this little dance until I win, when her back hits the mirror.

Her pissed off gaze stares into mine, as I lean my head down, taking in her heavy breaths.

“Do I get you that worked up, Killer? Your breathing is heavy, and I bet your heart is racing. Is that all for me?”

Her smart mouth is quick to respond.

“No. The vomit in the back of my throat is for you. The heavy breathing is because I was working out, you dick.”

I push against her, placing my hands against the mirror on either side of her, as she flutters her eyelashes and raises her gaze to mine.

“They both fucked you, so you think you’re special now. Is that what this attitude is? I can’t decide if I should tell you what a fucking idiot you are, or let you figure it out on your own.”

Her eyes search mine almost frantically.

“What?”

With a smirk on my lips, I chuckle, “Oh, now you want to listen?”

“Tell me,” she insists, and I shake my head at her stupidity.

I step back from her and turn to walk over to the weight bench, ignoring that she exists for the moment. I’m playing a game with her, and when it’s done, she’s going to feel like the fucking idiot she is.

I pick up my fifty pound weight and begin doing bicep curls while she stomps over to me, head cocked, hands on her hips. No wonder Knox is into her. He enjoys taming a brat, but Carter being so obsessed with her is something I still can’t figure out.

She grabs my wrist, trying to stop me from working out.

“Killer, I suggest you get your fucking hand off me.”

I fight back the chuckle when she swings her hip out with more attitude than I think I’ve ever seen on a woman.

“Tell me the truth. What were you talking about, Killian?”

Setting the weight down, I turn to her and ask, “What’s it worth? How badly do you want to know the truth about what you’ve gotten yourself into? What are you willing to do?”

I watch as the little killer's expression turns from defiance to heartbreak. It happens in a flash.

“Anything. I’ll do anything. I’m so tired of living in the dark.”

Pointing to the ground with two fingers, I say, “On your knees.”

She shakes her head, like she can’t believe the predicament she’s found herself in, but drops to her knees anyway.

Lowering my shorts, I pull my dick out and say, “Open up.”

Her lips part, and I tap my cock against her lips before chuckling.