Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 167204 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 557(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167204 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 557(@300wpm)
I don’t want to fucking hear about her right now.
I don’t want to argue, either.
I want to take what I know has been mine since the moment I touched it, so I do.
“Killian!” She shoves at me, trying to kick me away when I slide my hand into her panties.
Christ, the way her body moves under me makes me even harder.
“If you want me to get off you, baby, you’re on the wrong track.”
“You fucking hypocrite,” she says, shoving my chest as hard as she can. “You fucking asshole. You don’t get to do this to me anymore!”
“Who’s gonna stop me?” I ask her.
She wants to say she is, but she knows she can’t, so she just glares.
And I know it’s entirely possible people who can stop me are on their way into the woods to get us, so I stop playing with what might be my last meal and I fucking enjoy it.
Brynn swats my hands away when I squeeze her tits. Her skin is cool despite the flush. I didn’t realize it because I’m hot with all the murderous rage burning through me since I saw her with Hex, but snow is starting to fall so she’s probably cold.
I grab the edges of Hex’s cloak and fix it so it’s covering more of her shoulders, then I reach down to take my cock out.
“Killian, I’m so fucking serious.” Her voice shakes, and she tries again to throw me off her. “Get off me.”
“So am I,” I tell her. “I warned you. You didn’t listen. It doesn’t matter. The truth is, we were both fucked the moment I laid eyes on you.”
“Please stop,” she says, softening her approach since her indignation isn’t getting her anywhere.
I smile faintly. She’s such smart, amusing prey to chase. I really do fucking admire her survival instincts. She doesn’t think she has any, but she does or she’d be dead with all the dumb fucking choices she makes.
“I love so much about you.”
Brynn sighs. “Please don’t do this to me, Killian. Not again. Please. My heart can’t take any more.”
Yes, it can.
Her heart is extremely resilient, and Hex called it right—Brynn’s love can rebound from any abuse thrown at her if her tormentor knows how to tug on the right heartstrings to pull her back in. The only reason her stupid family got locked out of her life was because they didn’t care enough to make her stay when she started pulling away. They let her leave.
After tonight, I’m not making that mistake. I don’t care if Sloane hates my fucking guts and comes to view me as the worst mistake she’s ever made. I’m keeping Brynn.
And Brynn will hate that, too, but I’m too selfish to let her go. I can’t do it. I won’t.
Maybe she doesn’t want to keep loving me, but she will. I won’t let her stop, even if it tears both of us apart.
I know Brynn isn’t capable of coldness, and I’m prepared to use that to my advantage. She’s all warmth; she just needs someone ruthless enough to light the fire no matter what it might burn down.
And I’m not afraid of setting fires, no matter how deadly the consequences may be.
She doesn’t want me to take her right now, but I will anyway, and she won’t hate me for it. I won’t let her.
She hasn’t accepted her fate yet, so when I grab her hips to position her and force myself between her thighs, she shoves at me and tries her best to swing her legs around and kick me away.
I shift my hold on her so I can grab her thighs, forcing them apart so I can fit myself where I need to be between them.
“Let me go,” she demands, her voice breaking with frustration.
“Never,” I vow. “I’ll never let you go.”
Her eyes are wide as she looks up at me, uselessly shoving her hands against my chest, and even though she doesn’t understand how much I mean those words, she will.
“Stop fucking fighting me,” I bite out as I reach under her dress and tear off her panties. She’s fighting too hard to just take them off her, and it’s a burning need at the base of my spine now—I have to get inside her.
“Please stop,” she tries again, but her panties are off now and it’s too late for her. Too late for me.
I push my cock right up against her warm slit and spread her open with my fingers. She tries to kick and shove me away, to move her hips so I can’t get inside her, but I have a single-minded focus and nothing short of a bullet in my skull is going to stop me.
“Killian, please.”
I shove into her, and an agonized cry slips from her pretty throat.
And then the edges of my vision fade as her tight walls stretch to fit me. I hold her hips tight and push deeper inside her wet heat. She cries out as I take her, but I can hardly breathe, let alone think. It’s ecstasy. Pure fucking ecstasy.