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Confusion wracked my brain. He wasn’t really my enemy. Not really.
That I never knew people could be so ugly.” He met my eyes. “But I was talking about me.”
“My father taught me to fight,” he went on. “He taught me how to kill if I ever had to. But he also taught me to make the world better.” He paused, thinking, and then spoke again. “A trick of survival in prison is, on your first day, walk in there with your head high, look around into everyone’s eyes, and find someone to hit. Establish your strength and make sure everyone sees it.”
“He ended up with a fractured spine.”
“Yeah, by acting like an animal,” he pointed out. “That scared me, because it wasn’t the first time I’d chosen to react with violence when I shouldn’t have. Was it going to be a habit? I was losing grasp of the life I wanted to have and the person I wanted to be, because I kept being stupid.” He dropped his eyes, breathing so hard and looking vulnerable. “I don’t want to ruin my life.”
He didn’t touch me. He’d just put his arms around me and held me, not getting greedy or trying to get more out of me or anything. Even Damon had never been as patient and comforting with me.
Every unraveling of the bindings around my chest felt more glorious than the last, until finally my breasts were freed, hitting the air.
Damon had made me so self-conscious, like if I showed an ankle, men would pounce like wolves.
“I’m going to eat you so fucking deep,” he said, his possessive hand on my stomach trailing down the inside of my thigh.
Kai’s eyes finally met mine, and my stomach dropped. I knew that look. It was the same one he had in his eyes on that Devil’s Night, right before he chased me.
CHAPTER 13
Kai was probably really angry with me. He had no reason not to believe Damon. He probably felt betrayed, lied to, and pissed off.
And for some reason, I liked the ache that caused in my chest. Anger was easier, and I almost wanted him to go running to her. It would make him the same as every other man I knew. Self-serving, insincere, and greedy.
I had Damon, after all, and here, I was queen, at least. He never brought girls to his room. He never made me leave so he could have privacy. This was our space, and no woman was above me in his life at home.
What was he doing?
“Damon, no!” I cried, scrambling to push his hands away and get off the bed. But he held me tight. Pushing me onto my back, he climbed on top of me, pinning my hands above my head and slamming his mouth down on mine, rough and possessive.
No Davidoffs. Not even a hint of any cigarettes on his skin, his breath, his hair . .
“You’re not Damon,” I barked.
“And you’re not fucking him like he said, are you?”
“I sometimes feel possessive of Rika Fane like that, too,” he said, turning his gaze on me. “Although she’s not my sister.”
“You look just like him. I don’t know how Kai doesn’t see it.”
“I don’t want to go. Damon would kill me if he found me with Kai again.”
“Gates are locking for the night,” he informed Michael. “You take her out of this house, you can’t bring her back until dawn.”
“You got nice legs,” he said, staring around the lobby. “You might be safe from Damon at the moment, but don’t think you’re safe from the rest of us.”
“How many ‘seekers’ are there?” I looked back to the girl, ignoring Michael. She shrugged. “One for each of us. Sometimes more.” More?
But it was black, and the vein in my throat started throbbing. It was my brother’s. I cast my eyes down again.
over his shoulder. Not again! “Is that the only way you can win, huh?” I barked, squirming as the bystanders reeled with enjoyment. “You pick up the guys you fight, too? Or do you like your men bent over, is that it?”
“Run. Because I turn into a very different person when no one’s looking.”
“I’m already inside you.” My clit throbbed, aching, and I reached down, holding myself between my legs. Oh, God.
I bit my lip to keep from smiling. Damon would never know, and what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt me.
“I only want you,” I breathed over his mouth, our soft lips taunting each other. “It’s not like that with him. I only talk to you.”
He grabbed the back of my head, pulled me into his chest, and dry-fucked me harder, both of us panting and grunting and finally kissing as we both came.
“I’m not waiting.” He leaned down to kiss a trail to my ear as he reached between my legs to rub me. “You either find a way out, or I’ll find a way in. I don’t mind doing this behind another set of drapes if we have to.”
CHAPTER 14
Gabriel let her live like a rat—that was apparent in her attire—and I still wasn’t sure what her living situation was like.
“Clothes are dry, I see.” I let my eyes fall down the backs of her legs—legs I’d only ever seen the skin of once.
“No matter how you cover yourself, it’s never enough. You’re beautiful.”
And then the voice said, “Have you fucked her yet?”
That Banks would’ve let you in there if she thought for one second I was there? She will always be mine.”
“She’s so repressed. It’s captivating to see her let go and lose herself. To realize she likes being seen as a woman.”
“Nik is mine,” he stated, his voice clipped. “You will never be to her what I am to her.”
How I wanted to hurt her, even though I didn’t really know her, but I hated her. How I loved Damon once, and how I knew Gabriel Torrance was wrong. I would do anything for his son. I have done anything for his son.