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“Then why thefuckwere you trying to kill me?”
I’m shaking. My eyes lock with his—wide and unblinking as those lethal green orbs eviscerate me. His lips curl into a demonic snarl, and the muscles in his neck ripple as I tremble, his jugular pulsing.
And then just as suddenly as it exploded out of him, the violence evaporates. His hand drops from my jaw, his eyes cold as he turns. He plucks up another strawberry, turning back to hold it to my lips. This time, I eat it without struggling.
I take the next bite of food too, also without defiance. Finally, as the silence between us drags on, I clear my throat.
“Why am I here?”
“You’re not asking the questions yet.” He turns to me, his arm still wrapped around me—fingers splayed across my bare ribs, just under my breast.
“Where’s your brother?”
The floor drops out from under me. I try and hide it, mask it. But I know the second I see his lips curl that my face has given me away.
“You know, the twin brother you used to go visit your father with at Coal Creek.” Cillian smiles sadistically. “Believe me, there isnothingI don’t know, Una.”
The gasp chokes in my throat as Cillian wraps his powerful hand around it, squeezing slightly.
“My patience has a limit. Especially toward someone who’s tried to hurt my family.”
“I—I—!”
Air wheezes into my lungs through my constricted windpipe. My eyes bulge from my head as they lock with his even, cool, lethal ones.
“Where. Is. He.”
I should be terrified. I should be fighting as hard as I can out of fear he’ll kill me. But I’m not, and I don’t.
Maybe it’s the knowledge that if this man—of all people—wanted to kill me, he’d just do it, and probably without batting an eye.
Or maybe it’s the incrediblyfuckedrealization that as Cillian’s hand squeezes my throat, and as I squirm on his lap, I can feel him getting hard.
Really, really hard.
But even that’s not the most fucked up part. The most fucked up part is that the harder he squeezes, and the more I writhe on the thick bulge under me,the wetter I get.
It’s a deadly combination, a heady, illicit rush and shock to my system that has every nerve screaming and every inch of my skin tingling with raw need. Cillian leans close to me, his eyes stabbing into mine as my face burns hotly.
As my pulse roars.
As my core quivers and tightens and threatens, mortifyingly, to explode at any second as he knowingly or unknowingly pushes me to the very fucking brink of my sanity.
And then suddenly—he stops.
I choke on my breath as his hand drops from my throat and he pulls back, a hard, sneering glint in his eyes as he shifts me onto his thigh.
“Maybe we should stop,” he murmurs as I sit there in shock, practically shaking on his leg. Cillian smiles sardonically. “Before you come all over my pants.”
Sweet. Fucking. Jesus.
My face turns the color of the strawberries on the plate in front of me.
“My brother… I… I don’t know.”
He eyes me with that piercing, venomous green gaze.
“I don’t, honestly. I…” I bite my lip and look away. “I haven’t seen or talked to him in almost two years.”
