Page 21 of Sip
I don’t know why he’s keeping her mouth from me when he gives me her pussy so freely but I’m sure as hell going to find out. She deserves a voice in this repulsive situation.
Tapping on my screen, I access the cameras and select her room. Beautiful as ever she sits by the fireplace with her Kindle on her lap. Haunted and withdrawn, she stares at the wall rather than her screen. I can’t take her when she’s only a shell of herself.
Flying upstairs, I race to her. Unwilling to wait for an answer after I knock because I’m coming in regardless of what she says, I fling open the door. As if she’s dazed, her head slowly turns toward the intrusion. She only stares. Waiting for me to say something, do something. I’m sure as hell going to perform both actions.
I yank the other chair in front of her and drop down, close enough my thighs touch her outer knees. I lose her gaze from the proximity but don’t back off. Ican’tback off. “Angel?”
Drowsy eyes come back to me with a slow, hesitant smile. “Killian?”
The slur in her voice makes my heart pound despite the optimism sounding in her tone. “Yeah, it’s me little pixie.”
Her smile brightens almost to her normal brilliance. Not quite. Something holds back her complete joy. “Have you been drinking?”
Her silky hair slides over her shoulders as she sluggishly twists her head. “No, no drinking.”
“You don’t seem like yourself.”
Heavy blinks until she seemingly absorbs my declaration. “I’m calm. Shane said I need to calm down and he gave me this pill…” She holds up a trembling hand with her thumb and forefinger separated an inch. “…this little pill makes a big difference he told me.”
I’m shaking now too. He drugged his wife so she wouldn’t argue against me fucking her. Unable to help myself, I stroke over her head and down the smooth strands. She buries her cheek into my palm. Longing for affection that she always gives and never receives.
“I’m so glad you’re home. I didn’t like you being gone.”
Fuck she’s killing me with this sedative-induced honesty. “I didn’t like being away from you either.”
“I was really lonely.”
She hurts my soul the way only she can. “Me too.”
Small fingers stroke over my knuckles more used to punches than caresses. “You’re my friend.”
“That I am.”
“Will you stay with me for a while?”
“Forever.”
Her tablet tumbles to the floor when she leans forward to hug me. With her clumsy arms and wobbly body she falls against me more than she embraces me, but I’ll take it. I’ll fucking take her any way that I can have her. Cotton candy engulfs me, and I suck in the scent like it’s blow.
“Do your head and heart argue sometimes?”
I smile from her question. More than she’ll ever understand. “Only when it comes to you.”
“Same here. I want you to make love to me even though it seems wrong.”
My cock hardens from the truth. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
Not like this though. She must be sober and coherent even if she’s nervous.
I tug her all the way onto my lap and cradle her until she passes out cold. I carry her to her bed and tuck her in. With her dark hair and pale skin, she looks like snow white pretending to be sleeping beauty from the fairy tales my sisters forced me to listen to them read when we were little. Grace is just as innocent as those books. Too bad there’s no prince charming or happy ending in her story.
Warm skin greets my lips when I bend to kiss her forehead. Her breathing is steady and even so no worry of her overdosing. Loathe to leave her, I only walk out of her bedroom to find Shane. I need to give him a lot more than my agreement.
After ten minutes of searching, I finally find him in the kitchen. Unsurprisingly, he’s alone as he eats his sandwich. The staff probably scattered as soon as he walked in the room as unusual as him being there is. The pill bottle sits next to his plate. Bastard doesn’t even bother to try and hide what he did. No remorse at all. Not yet anyway. I stride to him and punch his jaw without a word. He topples the stool and his ass slams to the floor. Comical, with his bread and turkey strewn across the tile, if I wasn’t so furious.
He’s on his feet faster than I expect. Red faced and panting, he balls his fingers into fists. We’ve never physically fought before. I never gave a damn before. “You could’ve killed her with the shit you gave her.”
