Page 19 of Beautiful Liar

I twisted my body, grabbed his arm meaning to throw him over my shoulder to the floor, but the fucker was fast. A surprised inhale brushed my cheeks. Oddly satisfying in my current pissed off state. I didn’t get to slam him against the floor. Fucker had cat reflexes. His feet landed on the counter, and he used the leverage to push off, sending me back against the refrigerator hard. Shit tumbled around us. He used me to keep his footing, pushing off and putting space between us.

The low light was enough to still get a good look at his face. Three months and four days hadn’t changed his appearance. He looked … good. As if he hadn’t suffered like I had. As if he hadn’t cared. I wanted to talk shit, but my ruined voice would only come out meek, cracked, broken. I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of hearing me pathetic, so I said nothing.

Kieran took my silence as submission. He narrowed thegap between us. “What is your problem?” he started.

Once he was close enough, I swung. The fist to his face felt better than I thought it should. He stumbled back. And I moved before he could recover. I spun him against the counter and shoved him face down onto the surface. His ass against my groin. I may have been bigger than him, but he had more fighting skills than me. I knew he could’ve gotten free from my hold if he wanted to, but he didn’t.

He didn’t even struggle.

“Fuck you,” I managed to whisper into his ear, pushing my body against him. “I’m no longer yours.”

“You sure about that?” he said, pushing out his ass right into the rod tenting my joggers. Because of course my cock would respond to him with an erection. Which only pissed me off more.

“Unlike you, I’m not my dick. And unlike you, Icanput my dick into whoever the fuck I want.”

I felt the vibration first. Like a canvas rippling against my skin. The jolt of it forced me back, but only a fraction before he had me on the floor pinned under him. The impact pushed the breath out of my lungs, made me disoriented. He pinned my wrists above my head, his body sprawled on top of me, his face close enough to see the lighter green bursts in his eyes. “You think I would ever let you stick your dick in anyone else,” he hissed. “Try it, Tomás. Test me. I will end that motherfucker.”

“You can’t,” I whispered.

The smirk he gave me made me cold all over. This wasn’t him hating me anymore—this was something worse. A dangerous, violent edge no longer directed at me but whoever came close to me. I shouldn’t have been turned on by his violent possession of me. I shouldn’t want it. Want him. But my body spoke for me. And I was hard for him. “Rules don’t apply to heirs.” His soft breath teased my lips. “I’m no longer a bastard.”He slotted our dicks together, the sensation shooting desire through me. I bit back the want to moan.

“You left,” I managed to say. The pain in my vocals too damn much to say a solid sentence. Not what I had meant to say, but not untrue. He fucking broke me when he broke my heart.

He thrusted his hips into my already leaking cock. “I wanted you with me, Tomás. You chose to stay.” He kept moving. The friction on my cock so fucking good. “But we don’t have to be anything but this.”

Because I wasn’t worth anything more. I wasn’t worth fighting for. Because my pretty face was all I was good for. I didn’t even hear my mother’s voice anymore. It was allmyvoice,mythoughts. My heart shattered. The last pieces flaking off like the shards of the mirror I’d busted. If this was the only way to have him, I didn’t want it. I couldn’t do this. Not with him.

I couldn’t breathe.

My chest hurt. I couldn’t fill my lungs. Spots danced in front of my eyes.

No. No. No.

“You said…” the words became jumbled. He stopped grinding but he didn’t let me go. “You said you would stop. Please. Stop.” My voice came out as a shattered whisper.

“Tomás.” His voice grazed my skin, soothing, toxic. Wrong.

Kieran’s hot and cold settings confused the fuck out of me. One minute he spoke rainbows and sunshine, the next he wanted to bury me in a grave. I couldn’t make sense of anything. I pushed him and he didn’t fight me. Rolling over onto my side, I cupped my head, and shut my eyes.

Close your eyes, Tomás. The monsters can’t see you.

But Daniel had lied. The monsters always saw me.

I concentrated on breathing.Deep breath. Out. Deep breath. Out. As the world around me crashed. Kieran raged.The house practically shook from it as he pounded the cabinets, shattered the stools, swept the counter with anything that was on top of there.

Chaos reigned around me, and I couldn’t make it go away.

You’ll never be free of me, Tomás.

Chapter Eight

Kieran

The beeping on my phone brought me back down from the rage bursting inside of me. The cabinets doors were ruined, the stools overturned, and glass and fruits were scattered on the floor. And pain rushed through my hands. I clenched them. Not broken.

I needed to tend to my insulin levels. A reality check of epic proportions.

I turned off the beeping and leaned forward against the counter. Tomás still curled on the floor, covering his ears as if trying to turn off the world. It’s when I noticed his knuckles bleeding too. And that hadn’t happened when he punched me.

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