The murderous look I gave him would have sent any other man scrambling to get away from me and hiding in a corner, but Donovan wasn’t just any man, and he was used to my surly moods and asshole tendencies.
“Put your happy trigger finger away, asshole. I never would have touched her if she didn’t want it, but it still doesn’t change the fucking situation. If Plan A doesn’t work out, we could go down for kidnapping her.”
“Relax, brother. She’s not going to put the man she fucks in jail.”
The whimper of surprise and hurt had both Donovan and my gaze snapping toward the bedroom. Zoey was standing there. Her hair was a mess, her nightshirt hanging well past her knees, and her lips swollen from my kisses. She looked well fucked, and beyond betrayed.
FUCK!
Christ. I took the cuffs and the leash off her and now she walked in on something she didn’t fully understand. The hurt in her eyes shattered me from the inside out. Nothing in this world had broken me since my mom’s murder, but in that moment, I knew losing Zoey would do it. And I feared the worst—that I’d already lost her.
Chapter 24
Zoey
He trusted me.
Those were my first thoughts when I woke up from the uncomfortable way my bra was tucked below my breasts and my nightshirt was up under my armpits, and I noticed the cuffs weren’t on my wrists. I was no longer tethered to the headboard. Killian trusted me. At least a part of him maybe did, and that was something. I allowed myself to hope that maybe after whatever this was was resolved, he and I might have a shot.
I wanted that shot more than anything, especially after the way he’d taken care of me, seen to my needs, and then satisfied me so fully. God, my body shivered just from the memory of what we had done.
Quietly, I got up from the bed and righted my clothing, stifling a groan at the ache between my legs. Three intense orgasms and one hard ride left me deliciously sore. After righting my clothes, I went to find him to see if I could get him to come back to bed and hold me through the night.
I’d felt so damn alone for so long that I wanted to feel that connection again. As soon as I heard the words out of D’s mouth, I wanted to throw up.
“Relax, brother. She’s not going to put the man she’s fucking in jail.”
The pain cut like a knife as I felt the stabbing blow of his words right into my heart. I didn’t know what to say or what to do, so I did the only thing I could think of and ran back into the bedroom, shutting the door behind me.
God, I’m so stupid,I silently berated myself. I wanted to scream and cry, but I couldn’t. There was no time for that. I needed to figure a way out of this mess first—out of this mess and away fromhim.
I quickly got dressed and put my shoes on, expecting Killian to come in at any second. It was upsetting to me he didn’t even try. He didn’t follow me into the room, tell me I’d misunderstood, tell me it wasn’t all so I wouldn’t send him to jail. I expected him to come tell me how wrong D’s words were, and when he didn’t, I knew there must have been truth to them.
He’d taken my virginity—made love to me—so I wouldn’t put him away. I was his get out of jail free card and boy did he cash in. My heart broke as I opened the window and climbed out. I ignored the fact that I had no clue where I was or where I was going. I just knew I had to get away as fast as I could.
Maybe I could get to Krista’s house? Maybe her family would let me pay rent for a room or a spot in their garage? Anything was better than going back to my uncle’s house, especially since whatever caused Killian to take me in the first place had to do with him.
