That chained heart.
The masked guy at the party.
My throat went dry.
“It was you?” I rasped out.
CHAPTER 17
THAT WAS DEFINITELY HER
Killian
The color drained from Lexi’s face, and her eyes bugged out of her head as if she’d seen a ghost. Hell, even those lips I’d just been devouring turned white.
“It wasyou?” she repeated, her trembling hand lifting to her mouth.
“What are you talking about?” Not trusting myself to get closer, I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned against my closet door, trying not to inhale her scent. It still clung to me even after I shed my shirt.
The sting of her scratches down my stomach still had my blood boiling, but not in anger. Like a sick fuck, I enjoyed the pain.
“At… at the party.” Her hand slid from her mouth to her chest. “In that small room. That was you.”
As her words sank in, my entire world tilted on its axis, nearly knocking me off my feet. I’d saved that girl from Bass only so I could wreck her myself. That skin-tight red dress, thosecurves, her vibrant blue eyes framed in a butterfly mask, those flowing auburn strands I imagined grabbing while I railed her from behind—they all belonged to Lexi Vega.
My arms dropped from my chest like dead weight.
No. No way in hell. I would’ve known.
When I kissed her a few minutes ago, she didn’t seem the same...
That wasn’t her.
I’d prove it.
I marched toward her, grabbed her arms, and shoved her against my dresser, barely registering knocking over a bottle of cologne and a picture frame.
“Killian! What are you?—”
There was only one way to know for sure.
My mouth branded to Lexi’s, and I forced my tongue inside, even as she fought me. Her breath hitched. That same soft, shaky inhale I remembered from the night of the masquerade.
My stomach dropped.
Yeah, it was definitely her.
Her fists pummeled my chest, but the lazy, feeble hits barely registered. She didn’t want me to stop. Not really. That was clear in the way she kissed me back.
Sure enough, that sweet, fruity flavor was the same as my mystery girl’s too. And so was the delicate vanilla fragrance coating her skin.
Cheap perfume, my ass. This was probably her soap or lotion. Lexi didn’t wear perfume. She just smelled good enough to eat. And I wanted to spread her open and taste her on my tongue.
Unable to control myself, I lifted Lexi and dropped her onto my dresser, sending items toppling to the ground. Normally, the need to retrieve everything and set them in their rightful spots would have consumed me, regardless of what I was in the middle of.
I couldn’t care less about perfect order now, not while I had my hands on Lexi’s thighs, fitting myself between them.
How did I not notice the similarities? How could I have been so stupid not to recognize the girl I’d loved most in my life?
