Total pages in book: 260
Estimated words: 245483 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1227(@200wpm)___ 982(@250wpm)___ 818(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 245483 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1227(@200wpm)___ 982(@250wpm)___ 818(@300wpm)
He pulls out of me and I almost crumple across the countertop. No. No, please. Don’t leave me. The words are trapped at the back of my throat, and they’re kept there by Cill’s bruising kiss. He turns me to face him and lifts me up to perch on the edge of the counter. Then he thrusts himself inside of me and braces my back with his forearms as he fucks me like he always has. Possessively and with a passion that’s undeniable.
I bury my head in the crook of his neck, my warm breath suffocating me as I realize what I’ve just told him.
“Look at me, Hellcat.”
Sharp blue eyes pierce through me and hold me in place as he takes from me. It’s a punishing fuck, hard and deep.
All the while, I struggle between the push and pull of pleasure and pain, praying he doesn’t ask me who.
Cillian
She has a way of calming me. I swear to God the last year in that hell was unbearable because she left me. Every time I think back on it all I know is that my father passed, we had an argument and then things changed.
Staring down at the texts from Reed, that began last night until this morning, I know I should be focused on the club, but I want answers from my hellcat.
Why is she so fucking scared now, walking into the club like she doesn’t belong?
What happened—what really fucking happened that drove her away? Was it me? Or was it something else … was it someone else?
* * *
Reed (7:14 pm): You two all right?
Reed (8:09 pm): The police just came knocking now.
Reed (8:10 pm): They haven’t stopped since you left. Every couple of months there’s something.
Reed (10:26 pm): Can we talk?
Reed (10:47 pm): Can you at least let me know that you’re still fucking alive and they didn’t arrest you again?
Reed (11:14 pm): I just drove by her place and talked to Lydia. Look, I’m sorry. When your pops left, and Eamon took over, things changed. In a lot of ways and I wish they didn’t but we have to talk.
Reed (9:15 am): I think there’s a rat. I think whoever it is either wants you back in jail or they were after me this time. I was moving supplies when you came in. I only put it back and stopped because I heard your voice downstairs. If you hadn’t come just then, I would’ve been holding it. I wouldn’t have had a chance to hide the shit.
Cillian (9:15 am): Delete that shit right now.
Reed (9:16 am): Then let me come over. Fucking talk to me.
Cillian (9:18 am): Come over
* * *
The rustling by the sink brings my attention up to Kat. The morning light kisses her face through the kitchen window as she rinses off the pan. Her hips sway as she dries it. I must be addicted to her, because even with the world crashing down around us, all I want to do is lay her on the table and fuck her until she comes undone with my name on her lips.
“Reed’s coming over,” I speak out loud, if for no other reason than one of us will know we have company soon and I can’t strip her down unless we want to get caught.
Her hair falls down her shoulder, exposing the thin strap to her satin nightie. “Right now?” she questions in a breathy voice and it’s only then I realize she may want to change. The fabric is thin and as my gaze drops to her chest, I note her nipples are pebbled.
“Yeah, you may want to change,” I comment as I lift the cup of coffee to my lips. I’m not given a chance to take a sip, though.
The knock at the front door is followed immediately with him opening it. “It’s me,” he calls out before shutting it. We can only hear him as I answer that we’re in the kitchen.
When he comes into view, it’s obvious he didn’t sleep for shit. His clothes are rumpled and the bags under his eyes add to the pathetic demeanor. The sight of him is exactly what women must see when they say he looks like a lost puppy.
“Hey.” Reed’s greeting is complete with a nervous swallow. My entire body tenses but I tell him hey in return. I don’t know if the man standing in front of me is my best friend or a fucking traitor.
He glances at Kat and respectfully averts his gaze to me, leaving her standing in the corner of the kitchen as he takes the closest seat which puts him straight across from me at the table and her at his left.
“You want coffee?” Kat asks and Reed nods, his gaze focused on the wilting flowers in the center of the table. With a deep breath in he gets right to the point. “It had to be a setup.”