My feelings for Killian are all over the place. What he did is simply unfathomable. There’s always been a strange spark between us, and it’s still there, along with the understanding of why he made that call. Knox and Carter both told me he was hiding his true personality, and now maybe I’m a little curious.
He pulls his lips up into a charming smile that makes my heart race.
“Movie, or are you in the mood to lose another bet?”
My eyes dart around the room as I attempt to decipher his words.
“What? There’s nothing here.”
He chuckles as his eyes light up mischievously. It’s really difficult to understand that the man in front of me is the same person as the Killian I knew before.
“You haven’t seen the entire basement, Killer. There’s a game room with a pool table and a gym, and a safe room.”
“Safe room? Isn’t the entire basement a safe room?” I immediately ask.
He strokes his fingers down my arm, and I try to ignore the sensation setting me on fire.
“Nobody will find you here, but if they did, you’d be locked in the safe room with my brothers. It requires a code, as well as a fingerprint to get in. They will never get to you.”
My heart nearly stops as panic fills me.
“What about you? They’d kill you. If they want to kill me and you’re standing in their way—they won’t hesitate.”
He slides his hands under my hair and leans in close to me, his lips hovering over mine.
“Killer, I will gladly die for you. I will not let them near you again. I don’t expect them to find you here, but we have a plan if they do. You wanted honesty, and now you have it.”
He moves even closer, his lips nearly touching mine.
“Tell me not to kiss you, Killer. Because if I start, I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
KILLIAN
She parts her lips, darts her tongue out and licks them slowly as I trace every movement. I couldn’t move my eyes from her lips if I tried.
“Killer, you have two seconds to stop me.”
Her response comes out breathy and filled with need, identical to my own.
“Don’t treat me like I’m damaged. You’ve never asked for permission before. Don’t start now.”
I slide my tongue along her bottom lip, and she moans softly, her breath fanning over my face.
I’m unable to stop the groan that escapes from my chest as I press my lips to hers.
My fingers tremble slightly as I grip her face in my hands and tilt her head slightly. Heather lifts her hands, and I expect her to push me away, but she drags her fingers through my hair, pulling me closer as I push my tongue inside her mouth. She pulls my hair as she kisses me back. It’s not soft—it’s frenzied as she whimpers into my mouth. Her tongue caresses mine with raw passion that makes me want more of her. Suddenly, shepulls away from me, her eyes dazed and attempting to focus on my face.
“I’m still mad at you.”
I press my hand to her cheek, and she leans into my touch as she closes her eyes with an audible sigh.
“I’m mad at myself, too. I was so focused on what I thought I knew when I didn’t know a goddamn thing. I could have gotten you killed. I won’t ever ask for forgiveness because I’ll never even forgive myself. I’ll never get the image of you lying bleeding on the ground out of my mind. I did that. It may as well have been me who pulled the trigger. For that reason alone, I should walk away from you—but I can’t. You’ll never be free of me. None of you. I won’t live without my brothers, and I can’t live without you either. If I survive this fight—I need you. Please baby, let me make this right.”
The most beautiful tears roll down her cheeks. Tears I don’t deserve. She whispers softly, echoing my words.
“If you survive this fight.”
