Page 64 of Moments of Madness (The Hunters)

She chuckles. “I like it. It’s such good trashy TV,” she whispers as she steps into the shower.

I remove my clothes and follow behind her. I reach for the soap and grip it in my palm before I turn around and lather up my hands and start to wash her. She turns around to face me and leans in, her head falling to my chest and resting there.

“I really like you, Kyson,” she whispers.

“Good, the feeling is mutual,” I inform her.

“So, when I say this, I want you to not get mad.” I look down at her as I wash her back. “I want to move out. I don’t want to live here anymore.”

“Okay. I’ll sell the house, and we can live somewhere else.” Problem solved. Easy fix.

“No, I want to live by myself.” My hand pauses on her back, and she lifts her head so her eyes meet mine.

“At least for a little while.” She smiles. “You can still visit.”

I nod and resist the urge to lock her up, to protect her, because that’s what I want to do so she can’t get hurt again. But if she has proven anything, it’s that she is the strongest person I know. Despite everything, she still sees a future for herself.

“You smashed that guy’s head in with your boot. You did the same thing that night I was drunk too,” she says.

“I did.”

“Why?”

“He made me mad,” I tell her honestly.

“Do you think you would ever hurt me if I made you mad?” Her hands are hanging at her sides now, no longer touching me.

“No, never.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because you make me mad all the time.” I grin at her.

“Okay.” Her reply is simple, then she smiles and stares at the soap in my hand. “If you’re really gentle, you can kiss me.” My eyes trace her body, which is still extremely sore.

“It can wait. Gentle isn’t in my vocabulary,” I say. Her smile drops. Fuck it! “Okay, I’ll kiss you.” I drop to my knees in the shower. Fuck, that’s painful.

“What are you doing?”

“You didn’t say where to kiss you. And let’s be honest, it is my favorite meal.” I lean forward and slide my tongue out toward her. She sucks in a breath at the contact and raises her hands to fist them in my hair.

Being careful that she doesn’t move too much, I slide my hand down her leg until I tap her ankle. She spreads her legs a little bit wider so I can run my hand back up and slip a finger inside her. I’m mindful of her breathing to ensure she doesn’t hurt herself. Kalilah groans and pulls my hair as my tongue circles her clit.

Slipping in a second finger, she spreads her legs even more, and my tongue moves a little faster. I can feel her body start to tense, and I don’t want to hurt her, so I slow down, but she tugs at my hair, indicating for me to keep going. So I do what the lady wants, and I fuck her with my mouth. Her pussy tightens around my fingers as they pump in and out of her.

“Kyson…” she says my name as she comes.

When she stops pulsing around my fingers, I pull away, rising from my knees. Once I’m standing in front of her, she opens her eyes, and I brush her wet hair back.

“Feel better, love?”

She grins and leans back into me.

How the fuck did I get by without her?

Kalilah wants to see the asshole the following day.

She is up and walking around more and knows that he’s here. I have given him water and nothing more. Even that’s a damn luxury the asshole doesn’t deserve, but I couldn’t let the bastard die on me, not until she has her chance to see and say her piece to him. She follows me down the steps—each one she takes is slower and slower. When I reach the bottom, I flick on the light, and Tony comes into view, tied to the chair and stinking of piss.

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