Page 43 of Unhallowed

“For you, yes.” I can’t even deny it. I aminsanefor her. “Let me in, Angel. Give me a chance.”

I lick over her panties, her legs spreading for me as far as they’ll go, and I lick her again. Fuck, all I want is for her clit to be between my lips, I need to taste her, not her fucking underwear. So I do just that, shoving her underwear to the side, and sealing my mouth against her clit. I lick her, twirling my tongue against her glistening pussy, and she moans long and low.

“God,Killian.” She moans again. “That feels so good.”

I know it’s the weed talking, making her even more sensitive, but I don’t even care. I can’t find myself giving a fuck right now as she gushes all over my chin. I moan like she’s the one sucking me off, and she grips my hair hard.

Angel swivels her hips, riding my face, and I groan at how wet she is, the sweet taste of her. But suddenly she stops, catching her breath. “I’m with Draven, and nothing will change that.”

My stomach drops as she pushes me away, and my heart somersaults when the door creeps open. “Please, Angel.” I whisper, basically begging.

I don’t want to do it, but I’ll fucking take her. I’ll keep her away from him even if she’s not willing.

“What,” Draven’s low voice is at my ear, sending shivers down my spine, “the fuck is going on?”

“Hmm?” I ask as I let her underwear fall back in place, her wetness dripping down my chin. I turn toward him and lick my bottom lip, letting him witness the glistening evidence of her arousal. “Do you want a taste, baby?”

“I don’t want a fucking taste, Kill.” He shakes his head, though he still looks at my lips and gets on his knees next to me. His blue eyes dilate, black swallowing blue. “We’re getting out of here.”

“That’s too bad.” I whisper for his ears only. “Here I was wanting a repeat, but maybe I’d fuck you instead. Wouldn’t you like that, Drav? To be filled up by my cock?”

“Shut the fuck up, Kill.” His chest heaves, and I know he wants me. He always has, always will. I don’t give a damn what he says or how he pretends not to. “Don’t come near my girl again.”

“It’s a shame.” I get closer, my lips against his. “It’s a shame you don’t want me, because that was some damn good dick.”

Getting up, I back away from them, letting him help her get on her feet. They leave quickly, not even sparing a glance back, just like they did when they fucked me last. It kind of hurts, I won’t lie, and I think my ego is taking a big hit. I don’t care anymore about what I have to do to have them, I’m going to fucking go through with it.

Even if I ruin everything between Draven and me.

There’s a heated pool in the backyard, and I can’t believe I’m here in Draven’s house, in the middle of the night as I wait for him to get back from the job. I’ve never been so relaxed in my entire life, and when I was trapped in that basement, lonely and sad I’d think of nights like these. I just never thought I’d live them. I always imagined I’d be there for the rest of my miserable life.

It’s no secret this life is a different type of prison, but a prison, nonetheless. I’m not hurting or caged in this house, I have a driver when I want it and I can get out, but I still know no one except for The Heathens, and no other girls have come around. I don’t even know if there are any. Do Jagger, Asher, Branden, and Seth have girlfriends? Or are they casual type of men? They’re older, in their mid-twenties, just like Killian. Draven is the youngest out of them all at twenty-two years old, closer to my age. As far as I’m aware, they’re either all single or might have girlfriends, but none are married. Draven has been slowly filling me in on the lives of everyone around me, like where Killian’s mom is: nowhere to be found. She abandoned him when he was little, left with some other man and moved to Europe somewhere. I’m honestly surprised she isn’t dead. Or she is and he doesn’t know. It’s possible his father was the one who did it, afterCinisI know what type of people they are, what they’re capable of. I can’t be stupid and try to escape, I know they wouldn’t hesitate to kill me, or worse.

It’s a cold day in Virginia with it being mid-November, but it still doesn’t stop me from sitting at the edge of the pool and dipping my legs in. I’m considering getting in, tank top and shorts and all, when I hear a rustling of clothes behind me.

God, don’t do this to me right now.

Someone’s breath caresses my right ear, and I close my eyes, my body tense. I know who it is before he speaks, his vanilla and leather scent filling my nostrils. Why did Drav have to go on business? Why did he leave me alone? And then it hits me, it’s because Killian planned this all along.

“Hello, wife.” He says softly against my ear, making me shiver. He sits behind me, his dick against my ass, and my air rushes out. “Did you miss me, baby girl?”

I gasp, not even thinking, and jump into the pool, rushing toward the damn steps on the other side. It’s a miracle I can reach, because I don’t know how to swim—at least I can’t remember how. But when I look back he’s still sitting there, not even bothering to come after me. He doesn’t care about the cold as he sits at the edge of the pool wearing only shorts and no shirt on. His sculpted shoulders flex when he moves his hands to the edge of the pool, gripping it, and a knowing simper on his face. I can’t stop looking at him…he’s beautiful with his black floppy hair that falls over his sapphire blue eyes, his kissable lips, and a smile to die for. My pelvis heats up and butterflies take flight in my stomach when he grins at me, then takes his bottom lip between his teeth. He’s indecent, he shouldn’t be real, and I just want him to disappear from my sight so I don’t do anything stupid.

I try to walk faster as I tread through the water, and when I reach the steps, I practically run up them and past the pool area. What the hell is it with these men wanting to live in the middle of the woods? It doesn’t matter though, because I run toward them.

“You know what running after you does to me, little demon.” He calls out, his voice husky. “I’d advise you to stop unless you want your face in the dirt again.”

I stop in my tracks, not wanting to taunt him, but kind of curious all the same. Will it feel as good as it did that first night? Will he fuck my ass again, or my pussy this time? I want to find out, damn it, I really do. But that would be a betrayal to Drav, right? Or would it? I ammarriedto this man.Boundin goddamnedblood.

The confusion is killing me, but I can’t do this, go down without a fight.

I hear footsteps behind me, and Killian comes around to face me, his face smug, eyes dark without the light shining against them. “You can’t run from me, Angel. I’ll always catch you.” He shrugs nonchalantly, “Now come with me before I make you.”

“Where?”

“Home.”

I laugh at that, “Hell no.” His eyes narrow at me and I smile. I’m not going anywhere with him, he’s freaking delusional and insane. “Thisis my home.”

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