Page 146 of Princes of Carnage

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My throat goes tight as Killian’s words wash over me.

I press back against him, bucking in his tight grip, somewhere between struggling against him and grinding against the hardness I can feel between his legs.

Anger still burns like acid in my chest from what I overheard, and I feed that feeling into my movements, not being gentle. I pull against his hold and shove my hips back at the same time, needing an outlet for my raw fury.

“So what if I do?” I hiss. “You think you can give me what I need?”

He kneads my breasts savagely, making me groan. “I know I can.”

My body responds to his touch the way it always does, even though my heart feels like it’s shriveling in my chest, knowing that I’m doing this with my enemy.

But I have to.

Killian is too damn observant, and he’s spent too much time watching me to miss anything. The way he was looking at me in the kitchen, asking his questions and not letting up until he got an answer…

He knew I was upset the instant he got home, and if I’d allowed him to press any further, I’m certain he would’ve been able to guess what I was trying to hide eventually. I couldn’t let that happen.

So I did the only thing I could think of to distract him, throwing myself at him and then running. If he’s thinking of sex and nothing else, then he won’t have the chance to figure me out.

He wraps his arm tighter around me, still groping my breasts roughly through my shirt, pulling me even closer until there’s no space between us. His cock is buried right up against my ass, and when he punches his hips forward, I gasp at the way it feels.

Now his mouth is on my neck, nipping from my ear down to my shoulder, his teeth biting down hard.

“Fuck,” I groan. “Fucking—goddammit, Killian. Shit.”

The profanity spills from my lips, half arousal and half the simmering anger that’s right at the surface of my emotions.

“You have a dirty mouth,” Killian murmurs, and this close to my ear, his voice is even more intense. It’s like before at the club, when I couldn’t see his face so it made everything else seem bigger somehow.

“What are you gonna do about it?” I bite out, already breathless.

He doesn’t respond, just bites down hard on my shoulder again, making me cry out from the mix of pain and pleasure. I’ll probably have a mark there later, right alongside the now-faded one that Atlas gave me a week ago, and I should be pissed off about that, but right now, it serves my purposes. That’s all that really matters.

“I’m gonna clean up that filthy little mouth of yours, siren,” he finally says. “But don’t worry. I’ll make sure you get even dirtier in the process.”

Before I can speak, he grabs me under the thighs and scoops me up, carrying me to the bathroom. I have a split second memory of the last time he held me like this, carrying me through the rain back to the house after fucking me in the cemetery—but I shake that thought away. I don’t want to think about that moment of softness and how much more tender it felt compared to how rough he’d been with me earlier that night. That’s not going to help me right now.

I don’t curl into him like I did then, just letting him carry me into the bathroom. He slams the door shut, blocking my escape with his massive body, then puts me on my feet and starts tearing my clothes off roughly.

He yanks my shirt over my head, and I have just enough time to get my arms up before he rips it off me. My bra follows a second later, tossed to one side as my tits spill out. He makes the same quick work of my pants and then tears my panties off, leaving them in tatters for me to step out of and kick away.

“I liked those,” I mutter, my jaw tight.

“I don’t care,” Killian fires back darkly, his green eyes glittering in the overhead light.

He drags me toward the bathtub and turns the shower on, then lifts me into the tub as if I weigh nothing. He only lets go of me long enough to quickly strip his own clothes off, his gaze a heavy weight on me the entire time.

The already small space of the tub feels even smaller as Killian steps in beneath the spray and closes the shower curtain, crowding me. He looms over me, his hands everywhere as he gropes me under the hot water. He grabs my tits again, squeezing them roughly before lowering his head and biting down on one nipple.

I cry out, the sound rising over the hiss of the shower as steam surrounds us. I arch toward him, begging for more with my body even though I can’t bring myself to say it out loud. And Killian gives it to me like he always does. He kneads my ass, digging his fingers into the firm flesh like he’s determined to leave a mark behind.

My pussy drips, getting wetter and wetter from the way he handles me.

“Focus on me,” he growls, dragging his hand up my chest to settle it around my throat. “I want you only thinking about me. About this.”

I swallow hard, and I know he can feel it against his palm. His fingers tighten just a bit, just enough so that I can really feel it, and I moan softly for him.

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