Page 81 of Then We Shatter

I would love to savor the rise and fall of his chest, but I can’t spare even a fraction of a second. I take his Glock and aim at the man who thought he could mold me into his wife, squeezing off one round after another. Eric zigzags to avoid being hit, but he’s not giving up.

“What’s your plan?” I ask, aware of the ground we’re eating up as we approach the cliff.

A hand skates down my spine. “Same as yours.”

I fire off another round. “You’re going to…”

He returns both hands to the handlebars and revs the engine. “Kitty, I’d drive off the edge of the fucking world for you.”

As I squeeze tighter against him, my center presses against the warm gas tank. The engine’s vibrations amplify the sensations that have turned my pussy into a hot mess.

“Oh, fuck,” I pant.

Killian groans. He recognizes the sounds I’m making. “Enjoying my toy, Kitty?”

Minor quakes of throbbing pleasure radiate out from my core, warning of a release that’s going to be explosive. I use what’s left of my self-control to aim the Glock one last time at Eric. He’s close enough for me to see his face through the haze of rain. He looks furious, so I hold his gaze as I kiss the side of Killian’s neck.

The touch of Shorty’s skin against my lips is almost my undoing and when I fire at Eric’s head, I miss. I aim lower to his chest, but he turns his bike just in time.

“Get ready!” Killian shouts as he ramps up the throttle and we’re tipped backwards as the Ducati reaches top speed.

I breathe through the ripples of pleasure as I take one last shot at Eric and blow out his front tire. As his motorcycle spins out of control, so do I. I let out a roar.

“Killian!”

The moment my orgasm crashes into me, we run out of land and my stomach drops. The bike falls away beneath us, and as I let go of the Glock, Killian grabs my forearms. For one blissful moment, it’s just me and him. I’m floating in a haze of hot ecstasy that can’t be extinguished by the pelting rain, or my imminent death.

I hold Killian’s gaze. “I love you!” I yell at the top of my voice, my words sending fresh tingles down my spine.

“And I love you, Kitty,” he says, bending his arms to bring me closer, so close our chests touch.

And then he shoves me away with all his might. “Be my life!”

“No!” I scream as I’m propelled backwards. Away from him.

My arms remain outstretched, but Killian is getting further and further away as we fall. And we are falling now.

In the dim light I can see black water and white foam rising up to greet me. But significantly, nothing else. Killian’s push means I’m going to clear the rocks, but his reckless act has sent him back towards the lethal edges of the island.

Killian must see what fate awaits him, but he’s smiling. The bastard’s happy. He thinks this is a job well done. Saving me from certain death. And guaranteeing fresh purgatory.

“Don’t you fucking dare die again!” I screech at him, but the roar of the Pacific Ocean drowns out my cries.

I search for hope but all I see beneath Killian is jagged rocks. Angry waves. Shallow pools. Deep pools. Black water. Eric said this cursed island was impossible to escape. I hate that he’s right.

In the last seconds we have, Killian points to his left. There’s a narrow shelf cut into the sheer rock face covered in layers of moss that the ocean hasn’t been able to scrub away.

My gaze doesn’t linger too long. I want to savor every last millisecond of this crazy man who’s still smiling at me.

“You’re my life,” I gasp out. “If you die, I–”

My body slams into the water, knocking the air from my lungs. The momentum of my fall sends me into the deep and the push and pull of the ocean’s currents spin me around. My ears want to pop. I have to get to the surface and find Killian, but I waste precious time working out which way is up. Desperate to take a breath, I fight the urge to suck in a lungful of black water until finally, I return to the grey world.

The churning ocean tosses me back and forth. My eyes sting from the seawater and I blink hard as I search desperately for another head bobbing on the surface.

Nothing.

The current is pulling me back towards the dark silhouette of the cliffs, intent on smashing me against the rocks. I don’t fight it. I use the ocean’s power to swim in the direction of the ledge Killian pointed out. If I can just catch my breath, I can go back in for him. I’m not going anywhere without him.