Page 84 of Arrogant Bastard

I catch her by the shoulders. She tries to knock my hands away again but I hold on tighter.

“Let me go, Killian.”

“No, we’re talking this out. Right here, right now.”

Stormy eyes stare at me, shock and pain building. Then she deflates. “Did he… Matt didn’t die in a random shooting, did he?”

I shake my head. “No. He died because he funded his campaign with laundered money from people who later wanted favors he couldn’t deliver on. One of them was connected to Galveston.”

She shudders and squeezes her eyes shut. “Oh God. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You didn’t love him. You were divorcing him. What I didn’t know was that you blamed yourself for Matt’s death. Not until last week.”

Her eyes pop open. “So before last week you thought I was the heartless bitch who didn’t care about why her husband was gunned down in an alley?”

“Of course not. Don’t put words in my mouth. I didn’t think you needed the extra burden of knowing he was involved in shit like that especially when I knew you felt guilty about us.”

She shakes her head. “What about me? Were you there to spy on me too?”

I take a deep breath. “Yes. But it became clear you weren’t involved.”

“Is that why you recruited me? So I could help you spy on my husband?”

“I recruited you because you were intelligent. And fuck it, because I wanted you away from Matt. I wanted you with me.”

Silent tears fill her eyes. The sight of them slashes my insides. “Baby…God, I’m sorry.”

A wretched sob rips from her. Desperation builds until I stop her tears the only way I know how. By putting my mouth on hers, absorbing her pain inside me. She shivers against me, her whimpers growing louder as she fights me.

Fuck that. “I’m not letting you do this,” I mutter fiercely against her lips.

She fights me harder. Steam and agony and guilt rise around us. Sharp nails dig into my sides. My mouth still fused to hers, I step forward and pin her against the wall. The torrent from the shower hits us both over the head, soaking us. I push my tongue into her mouth, feel the helpless slide of hers against mine. Another whimpered protest breaks free. Nails dig in harder. Her nipples pebble against my chest a moment before she plants her hands on me and pushes with considerable strength. I give her a little leeway up top, but from the waist down, we’re fused together. My cock is cradled by her belly, and that’s where I want to stay.

“Let me go, Killian.” Her voice is ragged with pain and arousal.

I smile because my answer is easy. “Never. Not even when I’m dead.”

I start to lower my head. She pushes harder. “No. I’m not letting you fuck me better.”

I drop my forehead against hers and say desperately, “Okay, then let me fuck you senseless.”

Her deep shudder resonates within me. “No,” she says, but her voice is weaker. Less pain, more arousal.

“Yes,” I stress. I slide my hand down one supple hip, down her thigh to her knee. And I hook my arm beneath it and lift her leg high.

She reads my intent, and her breath hitches. “Killian…”

“Please. Take me. Put me inside you,” I plead against her lips.

The hands still braced on my chest stay for an interminably long minute. Then they diverge. One heads up to curl around my neck, pulling me down to meet her angry kiss.

The other heads south, past my groin to curl around my aching cock.

“Yes,” I groan, helpless in her hold.

“We’re going to burn for this.”

“Then we’ll burn together.”

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