Page 66 of Scarlet Mark
But something about Killian had me wanting to reconsider.
It terrified and thrilled me.
He had awoken a part of me I didn’t know existed, and I adored him for it.
Killian gave me hope.
His arm locked around me as he shook through his own release, his mouth a brand against my shoulder. I sighed in contentment, stretching my legs and arms, causing him to chuckle against my neck. He slowly pulled out of me, then rolled off the bed to dispose of the condom. We’d already had the dreaded disease talk. Both of us were clean, and my IUD prevented pregnancy, but we favored safety. Or at least Killian did. I couldn’t seem to think straight in his presence.
He scooped me into his arms, causing me to laugh as he carried me into the oversized shower of the guest suite. His friend’s home offered the most modern and up-to-date styles in interior design. However, I’d yet to meet him. Apparently,Powell, as Killian called him, owned properties all over the world. This was just one of many.
The water felt like heaven against my shoulders, my feet finding the tiled floor as Killian lowered me. His hands were everywhere, memorizing my skin, my hair, my breasts. I laughed, feeling more rejuvenated than ever as we teased each other in the shower.
This life was one I could become accustomed to, even if it would be short-lived. But we had several names left on our target list.
Two of which would be removed tonight.
At the Hamptons’ Masquerade Gala.
My stomach soured at the thought as Killian bundled me up in a towel.
Jefferson Hampton was evil encased in an expensive suit and adorned with a charming smile. Just picturing him gave me the chills.
“Where has your mind wandered?” Killian asked, tilting my chin upward, his brown eyes glimmering with knowledge.
It amazed me how well he could read me. His profession certainly helped, but our connection solidified his understanding. It allowed him a glimpse within my walls that no one had ever touched. A gift brought on by trust.
I palmed his cheek and lifted my lips to his, needing to taste him, to remind myself to enjoy the moment and not think too much beyond what it all meant. Just live in the here and now and not consider forever.
If this was all the happiness fate ever brought me, I’d accept it.
Just the glimpse of hope I needed to live.
His tongue slid into my mouth to engage mine in a lazy dance we’d mastered over the last week. My knees parted as he stepped between my thighs, my body already on fire for him again.
Maybe we were both insatiable.
He lifted me against him, his cock hard against my slick folds. I wrapped my legs around his waist, more than ready to—
Killian’s phone sounded from the other room, an alert that had me freezing against him because it sounded important.
“Malcom’s on the move,” he murmured, setting me back on the counter. He wandered off—naked—into the main bedroom area and returned a moment later with his phone in one hand, his tablet in the other.
The grin he wore put me at ease.
“He took the bait.” He showed me the screen depicting a flight path. “He’s on a plane to Madrid right now.”
“What bait?” I asked.
“Oh, I had Raven make it look like we’re in Spain by fussing with customs and immigration. I wanted to get Malcom away from the event tonight so we can proceed without any potential complications.” He set both devices down on the counter and placed his palms on the marble beside my hips, caging me in with his gorgeous, hard body. “It’ll be just me, you, and a few dead bodies. The perfect date.”
I arched an eyebrow, darkly intrigued. “Sounds a bit bloody for a date.”
“No blood.” He smiled, the look positively devilish on his striking features. “We’ll poison them with the same concoction Malcom made you use on his adversaries.”
“But I don’t know what he gave me.”
“Which is why I had Raven dig up the coroner reports.”
