Page 30 of Beastly Mr. Buchanan
He stares up at me with unseeing eyes from the bottom of the stairs.His body twists, but the angle of his limbs are wrong.
I killed him.He’s dead.
So is my mother.
I’m a monster.A killer.A demon.
I’m cursed.
No one is safe with me.Karey will end up the same way.
Soft, insistent hands coax me out of my nightmare.
I snatch them off my face and push my father to the floor.
Karey’s terrified shout clears away the fog.I curse and roll off her with my heart in my throat.
My worst nightmare almost came true.I can’t let it happen again.She needs to get away from me, but I can’t let her go.
I flop onto my back and throw my arm over my eyes to hide my shame.
“Sorry, cupcake.I almost squished you.Let’s get you safely in bed.”
My voice doesn’t sound like my own.Deep, tortured, broken.There’s none of the detachment I show in public nor the life Karey gives me.
She deserves better.
My stomach bottoms out as she crawls over and curls up next to me.Emotions clog my throat as she wraps an arm around my chest and drapes her leg over my hips.
“What are you doing?”I growl.
“I feel safest here.”
Her words steal my breath and mend another piece of my shattered heart.
I need her.All of her.
Which means boy toy number one and boy toy number two must go.Tomorrow.
No matter what it takes.Karey Justice is mine and only mine.
Chapter 11
Karey Justice
I’m being stupid.A lovestruck fool.A blind idiot.
I don’t care.Declan Buchanan will not abandon me tonight.Whatever demons he fought in his dreams won’t scare me away.
“If you don’t want me to toss you over my shoulder and throw you onto my bed, you’d better get off the floor,” he growls.
Uncertainty joins the warmth slowly seeping back into my limbs.Despite my resolution to give myself to him, I never expected to nearly get choked out from waking him from a nightmare, but it’s partially my fault for not thinking of my own safety.All I wanted was to end his suffering.
I wriggle closer, enjoying the feel of his hard body and wondering what it must feel like to have all that power at his disposal.
Even though I know I’m playing with fire, I rub my thigh over his cock and squish my breasts against his ribs.
He growls and pushes me off him.Rejection slices through me and leaves a frozen tundra in its wake.He rises, scoops me off the floor, and tosses me over his shoulder as though I weigh nothing.
