“Oh, please,” I jeer under my breath while I wrap my hands around his neck, enjoying the warmth of his skin under my palms. His hand rubs the side of my black jeans before he cups my butt.
“Until now, that was a skill only I possessed.” A chuckle leaves his lips while his hand reaches up to grab my chin. He forces me to look at him.
I smile against his lips until they are covering mine.
“It’s damn impressive. And fucking sexy,” he says between kisses.
I moan against his lips, feeling the heat surface between my legs with a burning desire that demands to be satisfied.
Satisfying me like only he can.
The kisses increase my longing, and we soon end up in a fucking frenzy.
I pull back with his head between my hands, both of us panting, staring into each other’s eyes.
“If you don’t want your brother to watch us while you fuck me on this table, you better leave right now before he comes looking for you,” I huff out, trying to catch my breath.
He groans and presses his lips firmly on mine.
Claiming me.
Owning me.
I have a feeling he actually wants to take his chance on getting caught, and the devil twins are dancing on my shoulders while the angel is trying not to watch.
“You’re right,” he growls against my lips, lifting us both up and placing my ass on the glass table. My legs are caging his as he deepens the kiss even more.
Relishing in the scorching fire of his touch, I let out a whimpering moan while my hands reach out to the hem of his shirt before I slowly drag it up. He groans before he moves his lips from mine and stops my hand. I pout at the missing heat when his head moves back.
“What the—” I start before he places a finger on my lips, effectively shutting me up. I cock one eyebrow, a little annoyed.
Did the motherfucker just shush me?
“If you don’t want to get caught, you’d better be quiet, baby.”
“Hmm,” I hum while my tongue darts out, and I teasingly drag it up his fingers.
He softly growls before he unbuttons my jeans, pushes my back on the table to lift my ass up, and rips off my jeans.
I whimper at the sudden move and throw my head back when I feel his nose inhaling the scent of my wetness. Feeling his breath on my core makes me close my eyes, waiting patiently until either his tongue or his fingers start exploring my folds.
“Lean back,” he grates out as he lowers himself so he is on his knees.
I do as I’m told then he cups my butt cheeks, yanking me towards him so he has easy access to my aching pussy. He tears my thong apart without effort, then tosses it across the room before his eyes look up to mine.
“I want you to watch everything I’m doing to you, you got it? Keep your eyes on me, baby girl.”
I nod in agreement, longing for his touch.
My heart slams against my ribcage, and I gasp when his tongue starts circling around my clit.
I automatically throw my head back to enjoy the sensation of his warm tongue exploring my folds when he stops. I abruptly open my eyes and look at him.
“Nah-ah. Eyes on me. You better know exactly who is making you feel this way.”
I bite my lip and keep my gaze locked with his, silently telling him to get the show back on the road. Flashbacks of our night in the presidential suite run through my head.
I keep my eyes focused on his face while he feasts on my pussy like it’s a Christmas dinner.
I thought closing my eyes and concentrating on all the feels he is giving me would turn me on even more, but it’s actually his untamed look while he eats me out like a hungry beast that almost makes my heart stop beating. I’ve thought this man was sexy from the first day I met him, but the sight of him on his knees, with the sole purpose of making me come …
Fuck, it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
I bring my hand down to cup his cheek, making his eyes look up to lock with mine.
His blue eyes stay focused on me while his tongue continues its glorious assault. And even though I’m very aware that we are fully exposed in the living room, for anyone to see who walks in, it’s like everything around us blurs.
We are the only thing that matters in this exact moment, and I feel like my heart will explode as I give him a desperate look.
Desperate because I just realized that he is it.
He is the one my heart wants.
My eyes never waver from his as he picks up the pace, and I explode inside. With shaking breaths, I close my eyes and ride the earth-shattering orgasm out until he lifts me into his arms.
“Fuck,” I whisper with my forehead against his chest. His hands are brushing my back, and I let out a satisfied sigh.
“I want more,” I admit without shame.
“I need to find, Liam. I’ll be back in twenty minutes.”
“I can’t wait twenty minutes. I want more now,” I pout while I hold his shirt in my fists to keep him from leaving.
“I’ll make it worth the wait,” he promises with a chuckle while he presses his lips on mine before he sets me on the couch and walks away.
“Better hurry before I start without you!” I yell at his back.
Before he walks through the door, he glances at me and shoots me a wink.
“I won’t mind walking into that anytime of the day.”
“Dirty bastard.”
36
Callie
Present Day
Fifteen minutes later Kane still isn’t back, and I’m slowly losing the mood he put me in. I turn off the latest episode of Jersey Shore and toss the remote on the table before I get up to get some fresh air. I open the glass door facing the deck, being greeted by a fresh sea breeze and a gorgeous sunset. The air is nice and warm, giving me a hint to how close we are to the Mediterranean coastline.
I look over the railing, listening to the calming sounds of the small waves of the ocean when my ears register voices farther down the deck.
My curiosity is about as untenable as my attitude, so I quietly saunter towards the voices, wondering who they belong to. I recognize Kane and Liam’s voices before I spot them standing on the helicopter platform. Curious of their heated tones, I do my best to listen while I stay hidden in the shadows of the night’s twilight.
“You know what we agreed on, Kane. So I’m asking you again. Can you do it? Can you kill her when we have those diamonds in our hands? Because fuck me, if you can’t, I will make damn sure someone else will,” Liam states with a hateful tone.
I cover up my mouth to silence the shocked breath I’m holding in. I instantly break into a sweat as my mind quickly processes what is happening.
My ears prick up, waiting for Kane’s answer, while a lone tear runs down my cheek, hoping and praying Kane will not answer the way I fear he will.
“Yes. I can. Without a fucking doubt.” His voice is clear as day and holds no room for misinterpretation. There is no lie, no maybes or doubts lingering in his voice.
I get lightheaded and quickly dart away as quietly as possible, not wanting to hear another word. The palms of my hand are sweaty by the time I reach the other side of the yacht where I let my tears run freely. For the first time in years, I let myself sob uncontrollably for two entire fucking minutes, throwing my aching body over the railing in defeat.
I can’t believe it’s all a lie. I’m still just a pawn. Everything Kane said was a lie.
They are going to kill me.
He is going to kill me.
It’s not even the part where he calmly admitted he’s going to kill me. I can fucking survive anything, and this sassy little bitch is dying of old age in a warm goddamn bed.
It’s the part where I gave him my heart, yet he threw his hunting knife in it.
Actually, I think that probably would have hurt less than this does.
Eventually, I suck in a deep breath and exhale loudly through my mouth, fighting against my heaving chest. I repeat the move while
I wipe my tears away, doing my best to calm down. I look out across the ocean, at the horizon, while the sun is displaying its final beams of the day.
My eyes feel puffy, and I’m sure they are, but I need to get myself together. I need to ride this out and make sure I’m still breathing at the end. For another minute or two, I feel lost, having no clue what direction to go next. I feel betrayed and stupid. I should have known. These brothers are feared worldwide and notorious for being ruthless. How naïve was I, thinking I was special? That we’d connected?
That Kane actually trusted me?
I’m nothing more than currency, and I always will be.
I stare out at the ocean, my heart feeling heavy and my body aching in the strangest way. I want to jump in and make all the pain be soothed by the calmness of the water. My mind is pushing me to do it, to run away like a little bitch, until Imogen’s face pops into my head.
You’re not allowed to give up, Callie girl.
Giving up is not an option. From the day we could walk, it’s always been me and her. I can’t leave her now, I’m all she’s got.
I close my eyes, taking deep breaths. My mind focuses on the next step, and I can feel my will for survival taking over. When I finally open my eyes, the sun is completely gone, and I now feel like I’m ready to take on the darkness that is coming my way.
I smile sardonically, feeling confident in my next move.
Luckily, I already know what that will be.
37
Kane
Present Day
I glance at my brother, who is giving me a reprimanding look. He is not going to accept any bullshit from me anymore.
“You know what we agreed on, Kane. So I’m asking you again. Can you do it? Can you kill her once we have those diamonds in our hands? Because fuck me, if you can’t, I will make damn sure someone else will.”
My hand reaches up to pinch the bridge of my nose, extremely annoyed that I have to label this before I had planned to. I don’t want to give it a name; I want to get this whole situation over with first, then figure it out from there.
“Yes. I can. Without a fucking doubt.”
I mean it. If it was necessary, if Callie was a threat, I could easily pull the trigger without blinking.
We both stay quiet for a few seconds while he shoots me a skeptical look, not believing a word I’m saying.
“But I don’t want to, and I’m not fucking doing it. And neither are you!” I scowl while I jam my finger in his chest as I get in his face.
No one is fucking touching my girl unless they have a death wish. That includes my brother.
Because that is what she is, my girl.
His face softens, and a wide grin cracks his face in half. He amusingly rubs his hands together like he figured it all out.
“And why wouldn’t I, baby bro?”
I roll my eyes before I turn around, ready to walk away.
“Whatever,” I mumble while my feet start moving, hoping he’ll just let it go.
“You better spit it out, or I will run a bullet through her pretty little head before you can even blink. We can do this your way, Kane. But you have to give me a reason.”
I turn on the spot, facing him again, my voice loud because the motherfucker pisses me off.
“Touch her, and you’ll be next.”
“Yeah, that’s not gonna cut it,” he taunts, cocking his head. “She is still my enemy unless you give me a reason to look at her differently.”
“What the fuck do you want to hear, Liam?” I growl.
“Stop being such a bitch-boy, and just fucking admit it. Tell me the fucking truth,” he orders, raising his voice. His brows are furrowed in frustration, looking like the big brother that he is.
“What the fuck do you want me to admit, you pussy?” I shout incredulously, my frustration matching his even though we both know who the pussy is right now. It feels like we are ten all over again, just bitching about the simple stuff. Him pushing me to voice my feelings while I try my hardest to deflect any questions.
Let alone answer them.
“You know what,” he growls.
“Just shut up, Liam!”
“Fucking admit it, Kane. Be honest to me, be honest to your fucking self. Just admit that you love her,” he snaps.
I don’t fucking want to admit shit, but it’s too late to deny it. It feels wrong to do that to her, to deny it.
“Okay, I love her. I fucking love her. There, you fucking happy now?” I roar into his face.
His only response is a coy smile.
“Feel better now?”
I look at him in confusion, then take a deep breath. The annoyance that had been fueling me just moments ago tapers off, and it feels like my heart is full, lifting up my mood. I take a deep breath, realizing what words just came out of my mouth.
“God, I feel like such a pussy, but yeah,” I admit while I rub the back of my neck. “I fucking love her, Liam.” My gaze meets his, and I’m stunned at how good that feels to admit. I chuckle at my own thoughts while Liam wraps his arm around my shoulder and our feet move to the door.
“I know. You’re pussy whipped.”
“Fucking pussy whipped,” I agree without any hesitation. She has got me under her spell, and I don’t feel like escaping it.
“Now you better be damn sure about her not being a Reyes, because if she is you’d better put a damn ring on that girl’s finger and change her last name, because I’m not willingly hanging with anyone with the name Reyes.”
“Don’t push it now. No one is getting married.”
“You’re not ready to admit everything, that’s fine. We’ll take it one step at a time,” he jokes as we walk inside and he ruffles my hair like I’m six.
Son of a bitch.
38
Kane
Present Day
Thirty minutes later I push Callie’s door open, secretly hoping she wasn’t kidding, and started without me. I would love to watch her rub those slim fingers all over her tight pussy.
I look around the room for her before I notice her slumped in one of the brown leather armchairs holding a tumbler in one hand while holding a bottle of bourbon in the other. She’s staring at the table, looking lost in her own mind.
“You’re not naked,” I state in disappointment before her eyes find mine.
The skin underneath her eyes is puffy, and her eyes are laced with redness.
“You’ve been crying.”
She takes a deep breath before she averts her eyes and sets her gaze back in front of her again.
“What’s wrong?” I walk towards her and quickly place my arms under her body before I lift her up in the air. Without effort, I drop down in the chair, keeping her on my lap.
She doesn’t say anything but keeps her gaze locked with mine. I reach for the bottle in her hand and set it back on the table before I grab her glass and finish it.
Her teal eyes are not as vibrant as they usually are, lacking the fire that I’ve fallen in love with.
She looks hurt.
My eyes move back and forth, trying to figure out what is going through her pretty head.
“Baby.” My voice isn’t harsh, but it’s demanding, nonetheless.
“It’s just … I don’t know. This.” She casually waves her hand in the air. Her voice is small, but there’s a hint of anger in her tone.
“This?”
“Yes, this. How would you feel, screwing Liam over?”
My eyes widen in surprise, understanding what she’s getting at. I guess I hadn’t realized how conflicted she must feel, betraying her father. I know what a douchebag he really is. And I know that whatever guilt she has inside her tiny body, it isn’t justified. The man she calls father doesn’t deserve her guilt. But she doesn’t know that. To her, he is her blood.
Her family.
“This is about your father?”
“Of course it is.” She tries to get off my lap, to avoid me. But before she can move farther than an
inch, I lock my hands behind her back, trapping her in place.
“No,” I demand. “Talk to me.”
Her gaze meets mine, and I can feel tension emanating off of her more with every heartbeat. She even feels heavier than she did thirty minutes ago when she was weak under my touch, begging me with her eyes to fuck her on the table. It’s like something is sitting on her chest, choking her right before my eyes.
Her eyes begin glimmering with tears, filling faster the longer she waits to speak.
“How do you do it?” She finally asks while her chin trembles slightly.
“Do what?”
“The deception? The lies? The fucking people over?” Her voice is spiked with venom, and for a second, her eyes are pools of fire, making me wonder if we are talking about the same damn thing.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” I growl in confusion.
What the fuck is she talking about? Less than an hour ago we were fine, yet here she is, talking to me like she doesn’t trust me.
She shrugs before she breaks our stare.
“I don’t know. Just this world. I guess.”
“Are we still talking about your dad?”
For a split second she looks shocked, and I swear I see a touch of doubt in her eyes. But it happens so fast, I’m not sure.
I may be imagining shit.
“Yes, of course! I’m just not looking forward to betraying him. It feels like crap. I know Junior doesn’t give a shit about me, but I’m not ready to believe my father feels the same. I’m not some sweet, innocent, little girl. I’ve done shit. I’m not a saint. I know that, but this … it weighs heavy on my heart. Have you ever had that feeling? Have you ever felt like you needed to do something that didn’t feel right?” Her eyes are pleading and filled with grief as I crash my lips to hers, no longer able to bear the sight.
I hate seeing her like this. She’s a pain in my ass most of the goddamn time, but I’d rather have her bite my head off and spitting fire than see sadness pouring out of her eyes.
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