Page 51 of Then We Shatter

“I’ve just come from a little chat with Grace. We’re best friends now.”

I cock my head. Did I hear that right? “You might need to explain that one to me, lovely.”

“Grace is the only one to help Duke stay the course. He needs her, and I’ve promised I won’t stand in their way as long as they’re discreet and whatever they do is confined to his office.” She wrinkles her nose. “Grace isn’t completely dislikable. And she must like me because she’s offered to organize my birthday party.”

I don’t mean to growl, but it pisses me off that everyone gets to celebrate Katarina’s twenty-first birthday except me. “Are Danyl and Andrey buying into this friendship?”

She shrugs. “Unfortunately, they’re both out of action today. I’ve been assigned temporary replacements. Andrey might have eaten something that didn’t agree with him, and Danyl’s face got caught between Duke’s fist and a solid marble wall.”

“Yet another reason to be jealous of Duke. One day, I’m going to kill those two goons of yours.”

“No more dramatics,” Katarina warns. “We savor the time we have left. I die in less than three weeks’ time.”

A muscle in my jaw tics. “It’s bad enough that you have to leave, don’t tempt fate by talking about death like that.” The Griffins elaborate plan involves a car chase, a fireball and a body from the morgue. Not that I’m supposed to know any of that.

“It might be better if you did think of it as a death,” Katarina says, resting her forehead against mine. “You’re going to have to let me go.”

I trail my hands down Katarina’s back, over her hips, her thighs. “No,” I say, simply but forcibly. “I’m never letting you go, Kitty.”

“You’re so annoying.”

I glance at the purple phallus in her hand. “How annoying?”

She rolls her wrist from side to side, wielding my cock like a sword. “Remember where I threatened to put this?”

Having my own cock shoved up my arse might be poetic justice in Katarina’s eyes, but it’s not a kink I’m in a hurry to unlock. My hand goes to her neck so fast she gasps.

“I don’t think that’s what you had in mind when you brought it with you,” I trace her jawline with my thumbs before sliding my fingers back through her hair. I gather up her long, silken locks and wrap them around my fist before tugging to tip back her head. “Do you think you can take two of me?”

I ghost kisses over her exposed throat and she swallows hard before answering. “I’m not sure I could tolerate one of you today, Shorty. Even the one that doesn’t cause chaos.”

My kisses travel up to her ear. “I fucked up and I’m sorry,” I whisper, then tug harder on her hair. “But you’re going to take everything I give you, lovely.”

“Am I?”

Releasing her, I take a step back. “I didn’t think you were the type to walk away from a challenge.”

Those brown eyes darken again. “Do not play mind games with me, Killian. If you want my ass, you–”

“Arse,” I correct.

When Katarina slides off the massage table, her dress hitches higher to reveal a tiny, black silk thong. Her expression is glacial. Sometimes, I really should learn to keep my gob shut. “If you want my arse, you’re going to have to beg.”

Rummaging in a drawer that Shelley keeps well-stocked just for me, I find the lube. The peanuts are a new addition and I shove a pack in my pocket for later. I unbuckle my belt and undo my pants before finding a clear section of wall to sit down with my back against it.

Katarina watches, her eyes narrowed and her lips pouting as I shove my pants down and take my iron-hard cock in my fist. Throbbing heat warms my belly and releases some of the tension. around my chest. “Fine,” I say, grinning like the fool I am. “I’m begging you Katarina. Come here and let me fill you so completely, it’ll be like we’re fused together. Forever. And bring your second favorite toy with you.”

Katarina weighs the replica cock in her hand. She could still use it as a weapon, but when she strolls over, she hands it to me.

Holding a cock in each hand, I watch as Katarina pulls her dress up over her head. Her bra and thong come off next, leaving her in just her red stilettos.

“So perfect,” I whisper, letting my gaze trail slowly over her body so she knows I mean every inch. “Those thighs could break walnuts and your sweet cunt is always dripping for me.”

She plants her feet on either side of my thighs and runs her fingers through her center. They come away glistening and as she lets me suck them, I fist my cock, smearing a bead of cum over my crown.

I groan as she straightens. “Keep talking, Shorty.”

I lift my gaze higher. “Your tits fit my hands so perfectly and damn, I love how your nipples turn as hard as bullets when I suck them. There’s your long neck I only occasionally want to throttle. But then there’s those lips and that sharp tongue.”