Page 24 of Betrothed in Fury
I scowl at him, and he’s still got that huge-ass grin on his face.
“I thought you’d be pissed I didn’t take it to my face like you wanted.”
“I only said I wanted that because I knew that would get you to do exactly what you just did.”
The blood in my face drains. Here I thought I was so clever, but Killian Lorde outsmarted me.
“Bastard,” I say, pushing to my feet. I take a swing, and he snatches my wrist, and in no time, he’s got my chest pinned to his desk, my arm twisted behind me. I swear I can still feel his come sliding down my throat. “Fucker.”
He leans close, whispering in my ear, “If you hadn’t been so focused on what you were doing, maybe you would’ve detected the deception, but how does it feel to have me moving through you, staining your insides? Something you’re ready to get used to?”
I struggle in his hold, ready to take him on, but he twists my arm back farther to subdue me. “Fuck.”
“I think you know I’ll snap it right off if I need to, so just be a good boy and be proud of having me in you. After all, I’m giving you what you came here for. And this will be more effective to use against Sik Vik, don’t you think?”
The humiliation from his trick stings, but he makes a good point. There’s only one man who deserves all my ire right now. It’s also not Killian’s fault that I was so determined to resist him, I wound up giving him exactly what he wanted, even if it does make me despise him even more.
“Are you going to be good?” he asks, twisting a little harder.
I groan. “Fine.”
He releases me and steps back.
I want to swing around and sucker-punch him, but that wouldn’t be honorable. I rise to my feet and spin around to face him.
“Now, would you like to plant a little kiss on me for being kind enough to let you swallow my load?”
My cheeks heat up, the humiliation flaring anew. I’ll never be able to look at Killian again without knowing he made me submit to him.
“Kissing wasn’t part of the deal.”
“You don’t want to go ahead and get some practice in?” He winks, but I don’t respond. Seems like anything I say will only prolong getting to what I came here for.
“Sik Vik,” is all I say. I lick my lips, realizing there was a little flavor I’d missed, which stirs that searing anger within me.
Killian stares at me, that sliver of a smirk playing on his lips before he pulls his boxers and pants back up and fastens his fly. With his belt still undone, he retrieves his phone and texts, the act curtailing some of this hate I feel toward him, as I reflect on this lingering taste on my tongue.
He takes a moment to fix his belt, then remains quiet, waiting. My fury climbs until the doorknob turns and Jaime and Krychek enter with Sik Vik, who has a bag over his head, reminding me of my own experience with them and how things could have turned out for me had I been on Killian’s bad side.
Sik Vik struggles. “Let me go, you fuckers,” he seems to say through something in his mouth, obstructing the sound. I’m relieved he has his wits about him because I want him conscious and aware of what I’m about to do.
They take him over to the torture device I’d been strung up in during my last visit, cuffing his wrists over his head. There’s dried blood across his hand, a webbed pattern running down his fingers, which I assume is Killian’s doing.
“Everyone leave,” I instruct as I pull my blade from my pocket.
Jaime and Krychek head out, but Killian doesn’t budge.
“I’d like to be alone with him.”
He tilts his head. “No.”
“Please,” I say, hoping he’d have the decency after what I gave him. I don’t want him to see me like this. I don’t want anyone to see my dark side.
He shakes his head. “I’d prefer to watch.”
I won’t win this fight, so why bother?
I set aside my disdain for Killian and approach Sik Vik. I remove his hood—see he’s got a horse bit in his mouth—and look him dead in the eyes the way Dad taught us to do with those who hurt our family.
