I glance at Knox.
“Make sure he’s dead, then take him and burn the corpse.”
He looks from me to Heather and says, “I’ll take her with me.”
Shaking my head, I say, “She can stay here. I’ll be sure she behaves.”
Knox kisses her on the cheek, and I grin at her.
“Come on, Killer. We can start dinner. Carter, get washed up then join us.”
Heather narrows her gaze at me, and places her hands on her hips.
“Fuck you, Killian. I’m not your servant.”
The grin on my face is immediate.
“You think I want to risk you poisoning me again? I’ll cook, you can help where I can keep a close eye on you.”
I glance at Carter, who shakes his head and laughs.
“This is what you two are into? Sure, she’s gorgeous, but she has a bad attitude.”
Heather folds her arms over her chest as we walk out of the garage. I wonder if she knows how stupid she looks walking like that, but don’t bother asking. It would only mean more attitude, and it’s already grating on my last nerve.
“I have a fight tomorrow, so I’m having salmon cooked in avocado oil, quinoa, and asparagus. Do you want me to make something different for you?”
She relaxes her arms at her sides, stops walking, and stares at me like she’s never seen me before.
“You would do that for me?” She says, in a high-pitched tone, as if I said something shocking.
I shrug my shoulders because it’s not a big deal. It’s just food.
“I’ve never had salmon, but I would like to try it. I had trout before, and it was good. Is it like that?”
We continue walking to the kitchen and I answer her.
“They’re similar, but they don’t taste the same. Salmon has a richer flavor and is flakier in texture. Trout is a milder flavor but is usually a bit more firm.”
“What?” I ask when she makes a weird face.
“You’re being kind of pleasant, and it’s confusing the hell out of me.”
I fight not to roll my eyes, but growl in annoyance, “Come on, Killer, I’m starving.”
CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
THE HEATHEN
Istand in the kitchen waiting for him to start cooking, but he turns to me with a predatory glint in his eyes.
“Do you know what I think, Killer?”
I shake my head as he moves closer to me, his chest pressing against mine, and I tilt my head back to stare into his eyes. I’m trying to act strong, but end up swallowing hard because my throat is dry. He does this to me, and he knows it.
“I think you want to be degraded. Don’t you? You don’t need a third man being nice to you all the time.” He runs his hand up my throat, squeezing just tight enough to make my panties wet. Whispering darkly in my ear, he says, “If you had your way, I’d force you to your knees right now, and tell you what a dirty slut you are, while slamming my cock down your throat. You want me to hurt you. Don’t you, Killer?”
“No,” I say, that one word coming out in a near pant. It’s embarrassing that he winds my body up simply by speaking. His deep voice is smooth as silk, with a hint of danger. And I know I should run from it, but I crave it all the same. I don’t know if I’d like the things he mentioned, but I am curious. I can’t help but think he’d be different from his brothers.
