Page 6 of Love and War

A large man stalked towards Salem and lifted her off her feet. I could only guess it was Zane. Just like I watched as another man, who I assumed was Dimitri, did the same, only picked Mila up in a bridal style and carried her off. I smiled as they both disappeared. Longing for him to come back and sweep me off my feet.

It wasn’t until my gaze swung around to the front door that I nearly lost my footing on the table. And wouldn’t that be a picture? My eyes must be playing tricks on me. They had to be. I couldn’t actually be seeing what I was. This couldn’t be real. I had to be drunker than I thought. But when I rubbed my eyes with the heel of my palm, reopening them, he was still there. Standing right in front of the damn door.

Which meant it was real. Killian was standing there. In front of me. In Salem’s house. This was real. He opened his mouth to say something, but I beat him to it.

“Nope,” I blurted out, shaking my head. I couldn’t deal with this right now. I didn’t want him here. Icouldn’t.

My body moved on auto as I grabbed my wallet, keys, and phone. Now I just needed to get to my car, which was parked out front. It would mean I had to go out the front door. Nope. I was not walking to him; I wasn’t going near him. Refusing to even spare him a second glance I headed towards the back door. If I ran fast enough, I could get to my car without him even catching up.

Maybe.Hopefully.

Yes, that was my plan.

Don’t think, don’t look. Don’t think, don’t look.I repeated it over and over again. Rushing around the house, I held my breath. Focus on anything but the fact he was right there. My car was right there. Almost… the—

Oof.

My body connected with the driver side door. I didn’t even have to think about who it was pressed against me. His warm body was all I felt. His hands rested on either side of my head, caging me in. His woody aftershave was the same, his spice cologne was there. But something was different… smoke. He had a hint of cigarettes.

“You smoke now.”Fuck. Why did I have to speak? My eyes squeezed shut, as though if I couldn’t see him, he wouldn’t be there. Which he couldn’t be. Because he left. He couldn’t be here, he left me.

“That a problem?”God.

Why did his voice have to be so deep? Why did he do things to my body that I definitely should not be feeling? Especially not since I was so angry at him. My panties should not be wet. I should not be turned on as much as I am. But he’s always done things to me, my body has always reacted to him. No matter how much I fight and want to demand my body to just stop.

I couldn’t.

“I asked you a question.” His hot breath was against the back of my neck. His body still pressed against me, his chest against my back, his cock pressed against my ass. I could feel his erection. But I fought against wanting to grind my ass back against him.

“I don’t answer to you.” My words said one thing, but my voice was soft and held no conviction. Because no matter how much I hated what he’d done, no matter how much I thought about what I would say if I ever saw him again, my brain froze on the spot. Everything that I thought I was angry about was gone.

“Is that what you think…moya Printsessa.” It shouldn’t matter that he was calling me his princess again. Sure, it was now in a different language. But I was still his.

My knees went weak. The only reason I was still standing was because he was pressing me against the driver side door. It wasn’t until I felt something move against my ass that I finally found my two feet.

Oh my word, did his cock just twitch?

How was I supposed to get my head on straight if all I felt was him? All of him.

He abandoned you, my brain finally reminded me. He didn’t just leave. No, he abandoned me. Gone without a word. There one day, gone the next. Never tried to reach out to me, he was just…gone. I couldn’t forget that.

“No…no…no!” I bucked back, refusing to let him just do this. “Get off me!” I gritted out. His arms were still caging around me, keeping me still. I needed to get away from him, I needed to think. He wouldn’t let me, he never did. He always consumed my head, my thoughts. From the first time I saw him, it was just that, always him.

“I don’t think you want that,” he whispered against my earlobe. I couldn’t focus on anything but the feeling of his breath, hot against my ear. His tongue traced my ear, licking it. The hair on my arms prickled, and my panties grew even wetter. I was so slick he would have no problem slipping in.

Shaking my head, I needed to stop this.He abandoned me.How could I forget? My brain was fighting with my heart. The ache of loving him, finally being able to see him. That he was here. Right here, caging me in. Consuming everything inside me.

“I’ve missed you, moya Printsessa.”

“No,” I forced out, pushing against the window with all my strength. I had no doubt I wouldn’t be able to move this hunk of a man. Surprising me, he backed off, letting my body go. My shoulders hung as I took a breath and then another for good measure. I thought I had drunk enough to just crash at Salem’s. But now I am good and sober. Seeing him had cleared the fog of alcohol, just to leave my brain in a scrambled mess of him.

“Are you going to stand there the whole time?” He sounded too close. Too close to think properly if that was even possible.

“I need to go,” I mumbled, my fingers fumbling with my car keys, searching for the correct key fob. Though I know it was possible I completely missed my car key multiple times. I know it was here somewhere.

“You look nervous.”

“No shit,” I blurted out.Aha, finally. My car fob.Hitting the unlock button, my hand reached for the door handle.

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