“It sounds horrifying,” I say.
“Not that you don’t have your own horrors,” he adds, and I know he’s referring to both my parents, but mostly Mom.
My mind tries to force me back to that day, seeing streaks of red on the walls and the floor…
I shake my head. No. I won’t go there. I refuse to go back to the day we lost her.
And I have to be here for Killian. I move closer, resting my hand on his shoulder, noticing I’m not treating him like the god he’s known as, but a man who’s hurting. “You couldn’t have been ready for this, and I know for a fact that Old Terror got into plenty of scuffles too.”
“Maybe you’re right, but I don’t think he would’ve seen it that way. He was…very hard on me. Even if I made a human error, it was unacceptable. He said he needed to be hard because it would make me better, and he wasn’t wrong.”
His words resonate. “I’m starting to understand why our dads got along so well.”
He grins. “I’m sorry again for how tonight played out. I had…other plans for you.” His gaze meets mine, and I find myself licking my lips.
“What sort of other plans?”
He angles his head, his brows shifting in a way that tells me what I already know.
“Yeah, it’s too bad,” I say, “because I cleaned out earlier.”
“You what?” His expression transforms from pained to intrigued in an instant.
In a sick way, I revel in the fact that I have power right now, that he’s the vulnerable one. I’d blame him for conjuring the sick thought, but I’d be lying about this evil thing in me.
“Were you planning on messing around again?” he asks, like that’s somehow confusing.
“No,” I lie.
He winces, clearly not believing me, and he shouldn’t because I’m learning I’m a liar, even to myself.
“Then what were you cleaning out for?”
“In case you tried to violate me again.”
He laughs. “Is that what you want? To be violated?”
Yes. Don’t make me beg.But I can’t speak the words.
I notice his cock filling out, and he pushes to his feet. There’s something sadistic in his gaze, like that rage from what he encountered earlier tonight, but now set on me. He moves toward me slowly, and I back up to the glass of the walk-in shower.
Placing his hand on my neck, he cups it firmly as he studies my lips like he’s about to take them. Given how good they’ve felt on the rest of my body, I can only imagine how they’d feel crushing down against mine, and when he jerks me toward him, I’m all anticipation before he stops short, leaving me in suspense.
“What is this thing between us, Log?” he breathes.
“I’m not sure.”
With his free hand, he grabs my crotch, feeling the erection through the denim. He strokes me, and I arch my back, my ass cheeks flinching at the thought of him taking me, dominating me the way he did after our date.
He moves close, until his lips are near my ear, whispering, “You have no idea how much I want to fuck that ass again, but I’m scared of what I might do in this mood. There’s so much anger, so much hate in me. I just want to fuck your brains out, but I don’t want to hurt you.”
A part of me doesn’t fear getting hurt, but another is scared of what he might do, especially after the day he had.
He steps away, releasing my crotch and neck, taking a measured breath. He starts toward the bedroom, leaving mereeling in the powerful emotions he elicited, the way he stimulated my nerves so effortlessly.
A pulse of anger moves through me as I follow him into the bedroom. “You think I’m so easy to hurt?”
“I never said that,” he assures me, turning back to me.
