Page 34 of Kings & Chaos

His voice had a casualness that felt forced, and I felt the scratch inside my head again, the one that had been bothering me earlier.

“Are you referring to anything in particular?” I asked.

He shook his head. “Just a bunch of bullies who thought they were gods because no one ever questioned them.”

“My dad wasn’t like that.” I bit my lower lip. “I mean, not that I remember?”

My memories of my dad were fading, something I hadn’t admitted to anyone. I could remember some of the stuff right before he left — the expression on his face (sorrow? resignation because he’d known what was coming?) when I’d blown out the candles at my thirteenth birthday party, the safety I felt when he’d tucked me in at night, a spontaneous drive to the beach for ice cream, even though it was almost winter and freezing.

The older stuff was getting harder to hold onto.

“You were his daughter,” Rock said. “It’s different.

“I guess so,” I said. “Or maybe I didn’t really know him at all.”

“Maybe it doesn’t matter,” he said, tapping my leg and making it clear what he wanted.

I turned around to face him so I was straddling his body. His hard dick nestled against my cunt, making it even clearer what he wanted.

He slid his hands out of the water to hold my face. “Maybe all that matters is this.”

Then his mouth was on mine, his hands roaming my body all over again, and all the talk of our families and the past faded away.

Chapter12

Oscar

Istayed in my room for a reason I didn’t want to admit — I didn’t want to watch Rock fuck Willa alone.

And of course he was going to fuck Willa.

I usually didn’t mind sharing, but this fucking girl… she’d burrowed into me in a way that surprised me — and that was saying a lot given the fucking torch I’d carried for her half my life.

I didn’t do jealousy. Never had. And while I wasn’t exactlyjealous— Rock was my brother in all but name, anything good that happened to him happened to me too — I could admit that I wanted to be down there with them, sinking my cock into Willa’s mouth and pussy, watching the look of surprise that washed over her face every time she came.

She’d become like a fuckingdrug, and I’d passed the point of recreational a long time ago. I was addicted, not just to her body, but to her laugh and her smile and the vulnerability she thought she was hiding when she was acting tough as nails.

I was getting used to having her around, and that was a mistake. She wouldn’t stay. Once she found out what had happened to Emma, she’d be gone, probably off fucking some Euro boy on a white sandy beach somewhere.

And the thing was, I wanted her to have that. She didn’t belong in our world of lies and treachery, of blood and violence. She was too good for it.

For us.

We’d agreed on that in the beginning. We’d keep her safe until we made the people who’d killed Emma pay — we all knew she was dead, she had to be after all this time — and we’d enjoy Willa while she was here but let her go when it was over.

Make her go, if we had to.

The thought made me feel like someone was squeezing my chest.

I let out a grunt of annoyance. What the fuck was I doing mooning around in my room like some kind of teenager? I needed to get a grip.

It was one night. Rock could have his fun alone with Willa. I’d sure as hell had mine, and the sooner Rock indulged, the sooner we could both play.

Still, I needed a distraction. One without windows looking out over the hot tub.

I didn’t love that I’d have to walk the third-floor hall to get to the kitchen, but I’d just avoid looking at the wall of windows, go watch a movie or something.

But when I stepped out into the hall, Neo was there, standing at the window, eyes fixed on Rock with his face between Willa’s thighs. Willa was propped on the edge of the hot tub, legs spread, head thrown back, looking like a fucking goddess with her perfect tits on full display while Rock lapped at her pussy.

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