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“Killian, please, I’m sorry!” she cries out, “I didn’t mean to hide it, it just sort of happened, and then everything was spiraling—!”
I shove her hands away with a growl, my chest heaving with restraint. I willneverraise my hand in anger, but the pain is twisting in my chest, her lies wrapping around my heart like vines covered in poison-soaked thorns.
“Itrustedyou,” I snap and she tries again. Tries to catch my face, and tries to kiss me as if I couldeverwant her lips against mine ever again. Her hands grip my shoulders, her pleading words falling on deaf ears, and suddenly it clicks in my gut. “Is that all you really wanted, huh?” I growl and she falls silent, a flicker of confusion moving through her eyes. “You think you can kiss me and spread your legs now, and it’ll make it all better?!”
“What?” Cara gapes at me, “Killian, that’s not it at all!”
My heart thunders so sharply in my chest that I can taste copper on the back of my tongue, and my head throbs, spinning from the revelation. Does she think akisscan fix this? I grab her by the shoulders, spin her around and shove her up against the framework of the door, trapping her there with my body and my left hand on the back of her neck.
“Is this what you want, huh? All you cared about? I made your body feel good so fuck whatever lies you had to tell to tear your way into my heart?!” I yell. Cara presses back against me, trying to push against the door and shake me off, but she’s powerless against me. I hike up her dress, sneering when her bare skin skims my fingertips. She chose to forgo underwear. I kick her feet apart and shove my jeans lower with my right hand, entering her in one swift, brutal move that has Cara arching up onto her tiptoes and crying out into the emptiness of the house.
“This is all you want, right? What does anything else matter as long as you get whatyouwant, huh? A little lie here to protect your image, and you get my cock?” I growl in her ear as I slam up into her hard enough that it punches a moan right out of her.
“Killian!” she gasps sharply, “no— this is all wrong, you’ve got it all wrong—!” My next thrust silences her words with amoan,and that only serves to anger me further.
I pound into her with little care, shoving my cock as deep as I can reach over and over again, with my movements fuelled by the anger flooding through my veins. Her fingers scrabble against the door frame, seeking anything to grasp as I slam into her. I want to deny her that too. I release her neck, grabbing her wrists with both my hands and force her arms behind her back. I hold her there, pounding up into her and each thrust drags her body up the frame.
It’s what she wants, so she’ll fucking take it.
It’s hard and heated, my muscles coiled so tight that I’ll snap if I move too suddenly in the wrong direction. Gone are the gentle touches and the reassurances. I pour all my hurt and all my pain into each savage thrust, and underneath, fear is there too. Fear that I let her close and opened up to her, and she’d been lying to me ever since the hospital.
Then she trembles around me, a choked-off, barely smothered moan escaping her lips. Her core grips me tight, rippling hot around my cock. She came. She found her sweet end even through this. Heat blazes through me. I slam my hips up into her once, twice, three times, and my orgasm hits like a blow, but it’s far from pleasurable. Even as sensation skims across my heated skin and my muscles coil warm in my gut, I don’t enjoy a single second of it. I grind into her a bit, then pull out of her, stepping away as she whimpers and slides down the door frame.
“See?” I grind out behind clenched teeth, “did that make things better? Did thatfixanything? Did a fuckingkissrepair what you’ve done to me?! No…it fucking didn’t.”
I turn on my heels, seething as I stride out the front door. I have to get away from here. I need to get away from her before I do something I will really regret. Her yells of my name fall to nothingness.
I would never strike a woman, but that was the next best thing.
23
CARA
How did it come to this? Twelve hours ago, we were happy, everything was fixed, and hell was to be forgotten. Now Killian knows the truth, and he’s left. I sit crumpled at the base of a doorway with his cum leaking out of me, and my body trembles with the ache of his grip.
My world has shattered.
I was soclose. Everything was settling into place, Killian was mine, the wedding went without a hitch, everything should have beenperfectthis morning. Instead, my father couldn’t keep hisblastedmouth shut. Sure, his drunkenness had been alarming last night, but everyone had been merry and high. Why couldn’t he just blend in?
You fool, Cara. You absolutefool.
Heat stings behind my eyes and the tears flood before I can stop them. My chest shudders, a sob tearing its way free from my soul. I don’t restrain them. No one can hear me crying over the consequences of my own actions anyway.
I should have told him. As soon as I found out, I should have told himeverything. Or, when he pressed me further and praised my honesty, I should have confessed then.
Keeping my father’s secret was only protecting him.
Alarm surges through my aching chest then, and I push off from the hard wooden floor, sniffling. I press back against the oak door to regain my footing.
What will Killian do now that he knows?
What can he do? I don’t know the rules here. Will it change anything? Will he confront my dad and tell Dante that the agreement is off? The tears flow faster, spilling hot down my cheeks and dripping, unchecked, into my dress. I don’t know what to do.
My pussy aches, throbbing with each reluctant beat of my heart as I lean against the wood, knees trembling. Mystupidattempt to calm him with affection brought me here. Killian’s always reacted so well to my physical touches and affections that I’d thought if I could just kiss him, get him to listen to me, then I could explain.
Instead, he fucked me like apunishmentand left me here, discarded like some kind of toy. And it was hot, but it was also scary.
Another sob hiccups its way out of my chest, and I press a palm flat against my clavicle, pressing to try and stop my heart from breaking.
