Iwatch as Killian fucks her ruthlessly, and she looks like such perfection as always.
A fucking Goddess.
The only part I’m bothered by is the look of guilt on her face as she mouths ‘I’m sorry’ to the camera. The truth is I’m not surprised. I’ve known my brother wanted her, even if he’s denied it the entire time Heather has been here. The only question is how will Carter feel?
I don’t honestly know how he’ll react to this information. This is uncharted territory for us. Will it be different for him than seeing her with me? I don’t care who Heather is with, as long as it’s one of my brothers. Carter may not see it that way, especially since Heather thought she was doing something wrong, and did it anyway.
If I thought things would be different now with her and Killian, I would’ve been mistaken.
He climbs off her and unties her wrists.
“Get the fucking snakes, and get them out of my house.”
Snakes?What did I miss?
She gets off the bed, grabs a t-shirt from Kill's drawer and puts it on, scowling at him.
“Such a fucking dick. Next time they’ll be poisonous.”
He rushes to her and places his hand around her throat, pushing her to the wall.
She bites through clenched teeth.
“I fucking hate you.”
He grins wide and winks at her.
“Ditto, Killer.”
What happens next confuses me, probably as much as it does her. Killian slams his lips to hers, aggressively. Moving his hand from her throat to her hair, he yanks her head to the side and kisses her deeply. She grabs his hair on either side and pulls, holding him close to her, as they kiss like two people desperate for each other. When they pull apart, he’s angry. I think more with himself, than with her.
“Get the fuck out of my room.”
“Gladly,” she huffs, as she grabs a plastic container from the floor and storms down the hall. The most telling thing is my brother's behavior after she’s gone, and I wonder if he forgot about the cameras.
He runs both hands through his hair as he murmurs to himself.
“Fuck. She’s the goddamn enemy. What is wrong with you?”
He inhales a deep breath and exhales slowly.
“Never again. Never fucking again.”
He turns to the camera, and stares at it like the recording device he installed has personally offended him.
“Turn it off.”
I do, because I want to find her. If Killian is upset about having sex with Heather, she probably is too.
After pulling shorts on, I head to the main area and find her in the kitchen, looking like she’s been through hell.
“Tesoro,” I say and she jumps, causing the glass of water in her hand to slip free, and shatter on the kitchen tile.
“Shit.”
I rush to her, lift her onto the counter, and she starts crying.
“I’m sorry. Please don’t make me kneel on glass. It was an accident, I’ll clean it up.”
