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I need him harder.
He doesn’t slow his speed, his arm unhooking from around my legs. I swing them around and straddle his lap, unzipping his hoodie to feel closer to him. I press my palm to his chest, the warmth and cut lines instantly bringing me peace. Raking my fingers up the side of his neck, my hands dive into his hair as I pull back, resting my forehead on his. My heart is roaring in my chest at speeds that I can’t control, threatening to spin out and burn the whole world down in its wreck. Our breathing is heavy, my panting desperate.
“Say it.” His eyes search mine. “Say that you’ll always be mine.”
“While you go off with Callan? No.”
“Fuck Callan!” Killian growls. “Haven’t had my dick in her since you’ve been on it.”
My eyes narrow.
He smirks. “Is my Little Dragon a little fucking jealous?” He raises a perfect eyebrow, and I finally see a crack of the Killian I know.
“Jealous? Pretty sure I didn’t hit someone…”
“No.” Kill comes forward, his hands coming to my ass as he pulls me into his crotch. “But I fuckin’ did, and Saskia, I’d kill any motherfucker who touched you.”
I pause, searching his eyes.
He leans back, but his eyes remain on mine. A slow smirk comes to his mouth. “And by the way, pretty sure you almost did hit her…”
I bring my hand to his chin, squeezing his cheek and forcing his eyes to mine. “I don’t like her, Killian. You want to get mad? Fine. Get mad. I don’t expect anything out of whatever the fuck we are because I’m not on the market for a boyfriend and I’m pretty sure you’re not on the market for a girlfriend, but you go near that bitch again and she’s not the only one who is going to get hit.” I release his cheeks when I realize I probably look like a stage ten psycho.
His eyes weaken as he licks his bottom lip. “You’re sexy as fuck when you’re jealous.”
“I’m not joking.”
His smirk disappears, his arm snaking around my back to force me closer to him. He feels weird. His words are coming in, but there’s something… “Baby, I don’t want Callan. You’re right, I’m not on the market for a girlfriend and shit, I might never be. It’s never been something I wanted or pla
I shrug. “I’ve never been that girl.”
His focus stays on mine. “What girl?”
“The girl to play games, Kill. I’m not that person. Though, I almost did that night in the RV.”
Killian’s face pales. “Yeah, ‘bout that.”
“What?” I roll my eyes, ru
Killian’s eyebrows pull in. “I understand why you would think that I did, but I didn’t.” I look away from him, but his finger catches my chin, tilting my face back to his. “Babe, I didn’t.” He doesn’t flinch. I know that these boys are well skilled to be deceitful, but I do trust his words right now, even if I don’t exactly trust him as a person.
“I believe you.”
His face softens. “Good. That was Maya and Val having a fucking feast.”
“Jesus,” I whisper, shaking my head.
My head starts to pound so I lay down on his shoulder just as King strolls over and takes a seat on the chair next to us. There’s awkward silence for a bit before he says something.
“You’ll need to sort shit out with Ky tonight before you go home. We don’t let that shit bleed into the next day.”
“Yeah, yeah, fuck, I know.” I stay there for over thirty minutes, listening to people chat back and forth with him all while resting against his warm chest.
I didn’t want to move.
“Son…” Her voice was like velvet, threatening to choke me. There was something…
I slowly turn around in Killian’s grip, but he squeezes my leg in warning. I ignore him, naturally, bringing my attention to his mother who stands in front of us.
Her eyes zero in on me. “Well, haven’t you grown up. I have to admit, I’m not at all surprised.”
“Mother…” Killian snaps from behind me.
Wish I could say that I remembered her, but I don’t.
She has long black hair that almost looks blue, slanted eyes that remind me of evil, and a killer smirk that looks all too familiar to her son’s. She’s beautiful, if you’re into the demonic vibe. She’s wearing a thin lace maxi dress with a slit dragging all the way up to her hip, and her big breasts are spilling out of the top. She has a tight body and has no problem making sure everyone knows it.
His mom narrows her eyes at Killian before coming back to mine. “Hmm, interesting.”
“Nice to meet you,” I answer, because I’m fucking polite. Unlike her. I can already see we’re going to hate each other.
She runs her eyes up and down my body. “Oh trust me, sweetheart, it’s not.”
“Mom!” Killian snaps again, before squeezing me again. He brings his lips to the back of my ear. His mother watches, enthralled. She’s shocked, but she’s also fascinated by her son’s obvious affection. “Baby, go hang with the girls for a bit. I’ll be there soon.”
Slowly, I slide off his lap, keeping my eyes on his mother. She smirks at me again, and I get the feeling that what she’s doing right now would be enough to make others run and hide in fear. I bet she’s used to it too. She seems like the type.
She hadn’t met me, that’s why. I square my shoulders slightly and search her face. She falters a little. I continue until I’m looking right back into her eyes. “Don’t stress. He’s not bringing me home. He just likes getting me naked.” I smirk at her before walking off and finding the girls. I didn’t want to stay to hear what her response was. I didn’t even want to know. As soon as I was out of earshot, I let out a breath of air and made my way back up to the patio, pulling out the seat beside Rose. Perse was on the other side of her, with Kenan next to her, and then Val, Maya, and a couple of the Angels.
Perse points to them both. “That’s Eve and Merica.” I nod at them both politely, grabbing one of the water bottles on the table.
“Nice to meet you.”
Both of them have hair, as white as snow, and porcelain skin. They look similar, too similar. Maybe twins.
“How’d that go, baby girl?” Kenan asks, gesturing over to where I was sitting behind the fire pit with his bag of Cheetos.
I take a swig of water. “Fine.”
“You looked comfortable, girl,” Rose slurs, wiggling her eyebrows at me.
I laugh. “I was.” I squeeze the lid back onto the bottle and rest into my chair. “Until his mother came.”
Perse snorts, blazing up a joint and passing it to Rose. I watch as Rose takes a couple of hits.
“She is a bitch.” Perse shakes her head. “The first time I met her I remember thinking ‘Damn. I’m so glad I’m not dating her son’.” Everyone starts laughing except me.
“Thanks, Perse. Real comforting.”
She laughs hard, banging on her chest. “Sorry, hon.” Rose hands me the rolled up joint and I take it from her, bringing the tip to my mouth.
“What if this is a mistake?”
Merica sighs. “The mistakes you make when you’re young are what help you grow as an adult, and how you deal with those mistakes as you get older, is what molds you into a woman. It’s all a fucking ploy.”