“On the bed.”
She does what she’s told, and one mystery about her is solved. This is why Knox is so into her. While she may not normally do what she’s told, in the bedroom, she is naturally submissive.
After she climbs onto the bed, I nod in approval.
“Legs open, Killer.”
Heather spreads her thighs, and for a moment I forget who she is. Her pussy is visibly drenched and looks like goddamn perfection. I’m desperate to taste her, but I won’t allow her that kind of pleasure. It would send the wrong fucking message.
I walk over to the bedside table and pull out the silk rope I bought, just for her.
“Yes, I knew this day would come. There was no doubt in my mind you would eventually push me to the point that my control would break. And here we are. I told you I don’t like snakes, so you put them in my bed?” I climb on the bed and gather her wrists in my hands, smiling down on her like the sick bastard I am. “I may not want them around me, but we have a few similarities. Like a snake, I've been here, watching you. Waiting to strike. I’m not a nice guy, Killer. You don’t want to cross me. Yet you did. Now, I’m going to fuck you with the thing that causes you the most pain, because unlike my brothers, I fucking crave your agony.”
CHAPTER FIFTY
THE HEATHEN
“Do you trust me, Killer?” He asks, with a smirk that sends chills down my spine.
“Yes,” I try to sound relaxed and sure, but the squeak in my voice betrays me.
He chuckles ominously, and as gorgeous as he is, it makes me nervous.
“That’s your second mistake.”
Second mistake? I don’t question why, because I’m too focused on what the first was.
“Second?”
He ties my wrist in the rope with a tight knot and grins.
“Coming into my room, with no one to protect you, was your first and biggest mistake, Killer. One you’ll likely regret.”
Killian is identical in appearance to his brothers aside from his thick beard, but there’s something far more sinister in him. His dark eyes scan my body several times from head to toe, and it should give me the urge to run. My heart pounds, but it’s not fear causing it—it’s desire. The kind that consumes you, and even though you know you shouldn’t, you’re going to give in to it. He was right. I don’t need a third man to be sweet to me.
I need his filthy words.
The way he doesn’t ask for consent, but just takes.
The pain he wants to give me.
God help me.
I want it all.
Until he moves to the drawer again. He grabs a black item that looks like a remote control, presses a button, and tosses it into the drawer before grabbing a second item. When I see the item in his hands, all the air escapes my lungs as I shake my head, silently begging him not to do this.Donut,I scream in my head. It doesn’t come out, but with Killian I don’t think it would matter if it did.
It’s notjustthe cross in his hand, it's the familiarity. This was taken from outside my family’s home.
“What are you going to do with that?” I ask, finally managing words, although in a shaky voice.
“Do you believe in God, Killer?”
I squeeze my eyes shut tight as I swallow hard and answer him.
“No.”
It’s not an entirely truthful answer because the truth is, I don’t know what I believe. For a long time I’ve questioned how God could allow the men in my family to hurt me the way they have. I’d rather believe he doesn’t exist, than to think he does, but chose not to help me when I needed it most.
