Page 27 of Love and War

Chuckling at him being pissed at me, I said, “Why’s that, Popsicle?”

“I woke up to a cold pillow and not your body pressed against me.”

“Should I have stayed in bed or eaten?”

“You should’ve eaten,” he growled, his grip tightening around me.

“I’m pissed at you as well,” I blurted out before I could think of something better. But now he was going to ask why, and I was not the best liar at all. He’d be able to tell right away, and I just wanted to enjoy his arms around me for a moment lon–

“Why?”

Wincing, I let out a deep sigh before nudging him back. If we were going to have a talk about this, then I needed space. I needed him to back off.

Turning around as he stepped back, he immediately tensed, his arms crossed over his chest. I did not like that look. It put me on defense. It was the face he wore when he was ready to argue with me about anything, and that he was not going to back down.

“I’m not getting into that with you.” Dodging was the best option. It was better than trying to lie.

“We’re going to have to talk at some point.”

Don’t do it, don’t do it.

“The fuck we do.” I wanted to smack myself. Why did I always push him? It was like he’d walked back into my life just to push my buttons.

“Aziza, we’ve been over this disrespectfulness. Maybe you haven’t learned your lesson,” he said, taking a step towards me predatorily. “Should I bend you over my knee and spank your ass until it’s red with my handprint?” he smirked. “Hmm… no, you’d like that. Maybe instead I’ll take my belt off and spank you, leave red welts on that perfect round ass.”

Panties wet, my thighs clenched together. I should not want that. But Killian could literally do just about anything to me and I’d beg for more.

Standing right in front of me, he grabbed my chin with his finger and thumb. Tipping my head up, looking directly in my eyes, he said, “Maybe I’ll wrap my belt around your throat and fuck you until you can’t breathe.” He smirked at me.

“Killian,” I moaned. It wasn’t supposed to come out that way, I was not supposed to be turned on from the idea of him doing such naughty, dirty things to me.

“You like the idea, should I force you to your knees right here, right now? Make you take my—”

A small cry cut him off.

Ripping my face from his grip, I turned towards the noise, waiting for it to come again. I thought I’d imagined it for a moment until I heard it again.

“Killian, move…” I didn’t give him a chance before I was rushing past him down the set of stairs to the shrubs I had along the porch. Making my way along the grass line, I peeked into each shrub until I finally noticed the small light tan fuzz ball.

“Oh, no,” I whispered. Its bright blue eyes watched as I knelt in the mulch. “Come here little one,” I cooed, ignoring Killian as he stepped behind me. I held my hand out, waiting for the cat to sniff me before nudging my finger with its nose.

“Moya Printsessa, here.” Killian tapped my shoulder. Glancing over, he held out his sweatshirt. “Wrap her up with this and we’ll take her to the vet.”

My heart squeezed. Smiling up at him, I grabbed his sweatshirt before turning back towards the little fuzz ball. Cooing at the cat for the next several minutes, I did my best to ignore Killian rubbing my back.

Finally, it moved further towards my hand, allowing me to wrap my hand around it. Pulling the cat out, I wrapped it up in the sweatshirt before Killian helped me stand up.

“Come on, let’s get your stuff and we can go to the emergency vet clinic.”

“Yeah, uh, okay.” Killian followed me into the house before breaking off. I watched as he grabbed a few bottles of juice, snacks, and my medical bag. I waited by the front door, smiling down at the cat, petting her head.

“Here.” looking up, Kilian kneeled. He was holding a pair of socks and my white Vans. Placing a hand on the top of his head, I held each foot up as he put my socks and shoes on.

“Thank you,” I muttered as we made our way to my car. Helping me into the front seat, Killian settled into the driver’s side.

I didn’t think about why he wanted to help me with this cat, or why he’d decided to come back when I told him to leave. But for now, I was going to enjoy it. I was going to let myself enjoy the time I had with him until I made him leave me. Again.

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