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“She still fighting it?” Killian asked when I came through the next day. If it wasn’t Kohen, it was Killian who was here. Figured.
“Yeah.” I fell down onto the single leather sofa in front of the burning fireplace. The Castle was the technical “home” of Delila while she was the Midnight Mayhem CEO. It was the home of the previous one before her and so on. Before we migrated to the United States, we also had a similar setup in Kiznitch. I’d been to it once or twice. I preferred that one to this one. The Castle in Kiznitch was an actual castle, unlike this, technically speaking, modernized structure.
“She’ll open up soon enough. She has to.”
I shook my head, my knee bouncing in the spot. “I don’t know, man. She’s for sure fucking headstrong for a girl of her age, and she keeps going off about her daddy.” I reached for the packet of cigarettes on the coffee table and placed one between my teeth. I lit the tip.
“How old is she?” Kill asked, and my eyes flew up to his as I blew a cloud of smoke out, resting back against the chair.
“Why?”
His beady eyes curved, his smirk telling all. “Well, I was just thinking, you know, you said daddy, and I’m thinkin’…”
“And you’re thinking you want me to fuck her like one until she breaks?” I flicked the ash off the tip and glared at him. “Not interested.”
“Why not? She’s hot.”
“She’s fucking underage, and by the way, I ain’t into children.”
He leaned forward. His arms were beginning to lean out since he started hitting the gym with me. “So are we.”
“Killian,” I scolded him like I would a toddler trying to make a run for it into a candy store. “No.”
His bottom lip dropped as he flew back against his chair. “Well, how else are you going to get her to spill about her daddy?”
My eyes squinted around the sting of smoke. “I have one or two ideas. None of which includes stat rape, you fucking mutt.”
“Hey!” Kill’s arms flew up in defense. “Damn, I didn’t say anything about rape. Chill. Thought you didn’t have a heart.”
“I kill people, not rape them.” I stubbed out my cigarette, picking up the box of smokes and making my way to where the foyer met the family room.
“Can I watch?”
I didn’t bother answering when I headed down the long, cold corridor and stopped outside the floor-to-ceiling white polished doors that opened up to Delila’s office. Before I could walk straight past them without looking back, they swung open and Delila stood with white slacks and a silk black blouse open slightly to expose her chest.
“My favorite pet.” Her eyes fell to my boots before crawling back to my face. And I mean crawl, since she did it every single fucking time she saw me. It got worse with age, and I was painfully aware with how open sex was within our culture, but I wasn’t Killian. I wasn’t interested in fucking The Mothers. Except Killian’s…
Unfortunately, Delila had other plans. Like usual. And from a far… younger age.
Her fingers hooked in mine, yanking me into her office.
I gritted my teeth closed. “I’ve got shit to do, Delila.”
“Awww… what?” She pulled me back against the desk, sliding up and spreading her legs wide while unzipping my hoodie slowly. “You know I want to play.” She leaned closer until her warm breath touched the side of my cheek. My stomach rolled. “And you know you can’t say no.”
Present
Loving someone is allowing them to give themselves to you. It’s a promise that you’re not going to break them. That’s not something I can afford to offer.
Ever.
Yet any fucking time Cartier is near me, my dick is hard, and my mouth is saying dumb ass shit. Her brother I can take. Her wrath, on the other hand, I cannot.
We’re almost at our next destination, and all I can think about is the previous fucking night with her. The sex is always good. She doesn’t just ride my dick, she takes my mind too.
Kyrin’s heavy footsteps distract me from my Instagram stalking and I stare up at him as he rounds the sofa, flashing his phone in front of my face. Cartier thinks I’m joking when I leave shit out in the open for Kyrin to see. I’m not. I want him to know.
