In this moment, I do hate him.
When I wanted reassurance, he shrouded it in doubt. Any sense of hope I was something more is obliterated, and when he thrusts up inside me, I grind down on his cock, giving him what he wants while ensuring I get what I want too.
If he wants to use me, then I’ll use his body for my pleasure too. Nothing more.
I push him back, but not before sinking my teeth into his neck, delighting in the wince leaving his handsome lips, and the way his cock jolts deep inside me.
I’ll become the little demon he claims me to be.
KILLA
Last night with Cass plays in my mind on repeat. The broken look on her face when I told her she was mine until I say otherwise, implying I am going to get rid of her, and I know that’s how she took it.
What the fuck am I doing? Wanting her branded one minute, then threatening to leave her the next.
I fucked her ruthlessly, then left her in a puddle of my cum while she slept.
As part of my new morning routine, I placed the cereal in Noah’s bowl before I left and unscrewed the cap on the orange juice for him enough that he’d be able to twist it off. The kid is small for his age and needs as much nutrition ashe can get.
I couldn’t stay with her today of all days.
Not on Alisha’s birthday.
I need to stay as far away from her as possible, for all our sake.
My skin crawled at the feeling of deceit from being in her presence, my mind muddled with possibilities of a future with her, and I felt like I was losing control. Something I’ve worked very hard to maintain around her.
“Got news for you.” Hunter slams down another Scotch beside me, and I sit up straighter. Clasping my hand around the glass, I bring it to my lips and throw it back. Not even feeling the burn because of the amount I’ve already consumed.
If I can’t spend the day flooding Cass with my cum, I might as well spend it flooding my body with Scotch.
He slides a bunch of papers over the table toward me, and my eyes lock onto the photo of the prick from the diner and courtroom. “Gavin Warriner, thirty-three years old—”
“I can fuckin’ read,” I snipe.
He blows out a deep breath, then clears his throat. “He’s registered as the kid’s father on the birth certificate.”
My eyes draw up to his. “What?” A deep ache twists in my chest. She lied to me?
He nods down at the paperwork. “Took a lot of trouble getting a hold of the info.” He scratches at his head. “I’ve reached out to some friends for a clearer picture on him and Benjamin’s backgrounds. Something tells me the law are hiding a lot more shit than we assumed.”
Pure fury fills my bloodstream, and I growl, her betrayal at the forefront of my mind. Only last night she told me she hadn’t fucked him, and now there’s proof showing otherwise.
“Damn fuckin’ right they’re hiding shit.” I stab the papers with my finger. She lied to me; she outright lied. How can I ever trust her? All this time, she’s been luring me in, winning me over with her innocent act. Letting me fall for her and her kid.
Hell, I was planning on making her my ol’ lady, branding her and moving her onto the compound.
A fucking enemy, for Christ’s sake.
What the hell was I thinking?
“Did you speak with Cassidy yet?” He searches my face, and his tone is laced with accusation, but he quickly masks it and sits forward. “I know you said you were working on it.” His voice is lower now. “But she’s keeping shit from you, Killa. This is proof.” He taps the file.
My nostrils flare, and my body fills with toxicity. When Cindy drops down in my lap with a bottle of Jack, I snatch the liquid gold from her and slide her off me.
There’s no way in hell I want to fuck her, not when my mind is transfixed on Cass and her lies.
Nope, I’m going to drink myself into a stupor, then I’m finally going to get some answers.
