My body splintered into a million pieces while my mind was wiped. I screamed as wave after wave of white-hot bliss wracked my body, tearing me to pieces.
“You’ll always be mine,” he murmured, and my eyes snapped to him. His arms flexed furiously as he jerked his cock. His gaze locked on my swollen pussy, his movements rough, and my trembling thighs lowered just as hot jets spurted all over his hard abs and my throbbing pussy. “Louisa.”
Ice froze my veins where lust and fire burned just moments ago at hearing the name I hadn’t heard voiced in so long.
Chapter 22Kingston
She trembled, breathing hard.
My cock pushed against her hot entrance, and I watched our bodies almost join. Hers, pure as fresh snow. Mine, marred from years of fighting.
“Are you sure, Louisa?”
She was so tight, so tense. The tip of my cock was barely inside her pussy, but I could already feel her walls clenching around it.
Her eyes found mine. “I’m sure, Kingston.” Her lips peppered my flesh as she hung on to me tightly. My muscles trembled with the intense need to make her mine. “You wanted to wait; we waited. Now I’m eighteen, I want you. My first, my last, my only.”
My hips jerked and I sunk deeper, drawing a gasp from those pretty lips. “Mine,” I panted.
“Yours.” Her gaze never wavered from mine. “I’m all yours, and you’re all mine.”
I slowly pushed inside, both of us glancing down, watching my dick disappear into her body.
She clutched my shoulders, her fingernails digging into my skin.
“Is… it… in?” she breathed, reaching her lips up to brush against mine.
My biceps shook, not from my weight but from all the emotions and self-restraint. I gritted my teeth and fought the urge to thrust all the way in, not wanting to hurt her.
“Almost.” It was the only time I lied to her.
“I don’t think we fit,” she croaked.
“I promise, we fit.” We were the only thing that made sense in this world. “Relax, sunshine.” She squeezed her eyes shut. “You’re taking me so well. Your pussy was made for me.”
Her eyes opened, shining with pure, unfiltered love. She wrapped her arms around me, her fingernails digging into my back. Marking me, just the way I was marking her.
“And your cock… It’s p-perfect.” Her hips rocked against mine in unpracticed movement, her voice quivering. “I’ll belong to you for as long as I live, but you also belong to me, Kingston.”
“Always,” I vowed, my hips thrusting forward until I filled her completely. Pleasure unlike anything else shot up my spine, and I groaned into her throat. “I’m yours until I draw my last breath.”
She made a vow; I did the same. She kept her vow until the day she was killed; I’d just broken mine.
Self-loathing. Self-condemnation. Self-destruction.
Guilt. Rage. Bitterness.
Never again.
I wouldn’t repeat the same mistake again, regardless of how beautiful Liana looked.
This time around, it’d finish me off.
With one shake of my head, I stood up. Her body slid off me and she fell on her ass with betrayal in her eyes as I strode away from her. But the taste of her, the scent of her, stained my skin.
I almost fucked her—not that what I’d done was innocent. It all went so fucking wrong. It took all my self-control not to grab her by that slim waist and slam her down, thrust inside her, and piston her until I emptied myself.
The moment I was back in my bedroom, I realized I was still butt naked. Fuck! Pulling on a pair of pajama pants, I lay in bed awake, staring at the ceiling and wondering how I could have stooped so low. I pondered what the fuck could have happened for Liana to have changed so drastically.
The girl I knew didn’t know how to slice someone’s throat or shoot to kill. She didn’t have her hands drenched in blood. Maybe my mind no longer remembered her. Them. Maybe somewhere along the way, my mind had broken.
Fuck, maybe I missed Lou so much that my mind conjured a small part of her in Liana desperate for just a moment when she was still with me.
“Kiss me, sunshine.” My hands were in her soft strands, tilting her face up, her mouth a heartbeat away. “Kiss me like there’s no tomorrow for us.”
Her lips brushed against mine, soft at first and then harder. She whimpered, pressing her soft body against mine. My thumb swept over her pulse point in her neck, feeling her erratic heartbeat.
She wanted me despite the fact that I wasn’t worth loving. She loved me despite how tainted I was. She needed me despite the fact that I was a killer.
And she… well, she was the easiest person to love.
She pushed onto her tiptoes, her soft hips pressing against my groin, and I grunted into her mouth. Her arms wrapped around my neck, fingers tangling at my nape.
“I love you, Kingston,” she breathed into my mouth.
Click.
My eyes snapped open to find the barrel of a gun pointed at me. The woman I dreamt about had her finger on the trigger and a pissed-off expression on her face. No—not the woman in my dream.
This woman, I should keep my distance from. Although, judging by the way her nostrils flared and her chest heaved, it might be too late.
Chapter 23Liana
Kingston Ashford was an asshole.
I should have sliced his throat while he slept, cut off his dick and put it in the blender, then forgot all about him. Instead, here I was, giving him a chance to fucking explain. His unaffected reaction to my gun in his face was enough to set me off all over again. Maybe I needed to try harder.
My lips curled into a smile.
“Name’s Liana, dickwad,” I said, compartmentalizing this pain in my chest. I gazed down at him, at his long limbs hanging out from his mussed sheets, and had to clear my brain of his intoxicating scent. “How did you know Louisa?”
I waited for an answer while debating how I’d end this man’s life. Slow and painful, or quick and clean.
After he left, I cleaned up and got dressed in a pair of jeans and a shirt. There was no fucking way I’d remain under this roof after that performance. The dull roar between my ears made it hard to think, and it took several deep breaths before my pulse settled. He knew my twin, and then… did things to my body that made me feel alive for the first time in as long as I could remember.
Maybe that was his plan from the first time he saw me in the restaurant.
A shudder full of disgust ran down my spine.
My fingers itched to put a bullet into his skull or reach for my knife and plunge it into his neck so he’d bleed out—painfully slow.
“I asked you a question,” I gritted.
“Did you?” The completely unruffled tone of his voice was starting to really grate on me now. Wasn’t he scared? I could end him before he took his next breath, yet his eyes were devoid of emotion.
I shoved my gun into his temple, the cold metal meeting its target. “How did you know Louisa?”
My heart thundered with vengeance in my chest.
There was a beat of silence where he roamed his gaze over me chillingly. The man who I’d shared a brief moment of passion with was gone, not a single trace of him left.
“You should know,” he said. What was this man talking about? We would be here all night at this rate. It suddenly occurred to me that I wouldn’t get anything out of him. I should kill him, yet my hand trembled with the thought.