Killer(47)

“We’re sleeping together?”

“We’re married. Where else do you expect me to sleep?”

“Right.” She toyed with the rings on her wedding finger wondering how she was going to keep up the falseness.

Sliding under the covers, Killer banded an arm around her waist, drawing her close. She felt his cock rest against her ass.

“You’re not wearing any clothes,” she said.

“Of course not. I never wear anything to bed.” He snuggled in close, his large body making her feel small compared to him. “One day you’ll be wearing nothing at all.”

“Why would I do that?” she asked, feeling wide awake.

“Through the night, I get horny. When you’re naked I can slide into your body rather than take care of business with my hand. You’ll come in handy.” He kissed her neck, moaning.

Nipples hardening once again, she pressed her thighs together at the sudden heat swamping her core.

“You’re wet right now, aren’t you, baby?” he asked.

His lips were making her nerves stand on end.

“Yes,” she said.

His fingers caressed her stomach before sliding down to cup her pussy. “Fuck, you’re burning up.” He pushed her nightgown out of the way to slide a finger between her wet folds. “Fuck.” Killer kept cursing. “Why didn’t you tell me how desperate you were?”

“I thought I did when I offered to sleep with you,” she said, staring at the far wall.

The hard brand of his cock made it hard for her to focus on anything else but his touch. She felt on fire from it.

“We’re not going to fuck tonight, baby. I’ll take care of you,” he said.

His other hand cupped her breast as he worked her clit. She frowned. Killer was going to touch her bring her to another orgasm while she didn’t even get to touch him?

No, she didn’t want that.

Pulling out of his arms, she fell to her knees beside the bed.

“Fuck, Kels, what are you doing?” he asked, sitting up.

Getting to her feet, she glared at him, tucking some of her damp strands behind her ear. “I’m not doing it. I know I fucked up with these stupid scars, but I’m not going to live with it for the rest of my life.” Tears filled her eyes once again, and she batted them away. She had fucked up. Cutting her wrists was the worst thing she’d ever done in her life and one thing she’d never repeat again. Glaring down at the man she loved, she waited for him to respond.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” he asked, climbing over the bed to stand in front of her.

She wasn’t expecting that. Kelsey hoped he’d stay over his side keeping the bed between them.

“I made a mistake, and you’re punishing me for it. In fact, I’ve made two mistakes.”

“Tell me about these mistakes?” he asked, folding his arms over his chest.

“The first was marrying Michael. If I didn’t agree to it then we wouldn’t be in the position, and the second was trying to escape what I got caught up in.” She held her wrist up showing the white strip across her scar.

Killer caught her wrist before she could pull away. Laying a kiss to her wrist, he stared into her eyes. “First, I wasn’t with you when you were forced to either marry Michael or be turned out on the street. I hate the fact you married the bastard, but I can’t regret you marrying him, Kels, especially knowing it led you to me. You didn’t stay at home and moved away. We’re here now, in this together.” His other hand sank into her hair, drawing her close. “I could fucking spank you for cutting your wrists. It’s one of the most selfish acts I’ve known you to do.”

She gasped, seeing the hurt in his eyes.

“I want to make something clear, Kels. I love you with all my heart and fucking soul, but if you ever try to take your own life again, I want you to know that I’ll be fucking following you.”

His words made her freeze. “What? You can’t do that.”

Killer pressed a finger over her lips. “Shut the fuck up. You’ve talked enough. It’s time for me to have my say.” He kissed her lips, resting his head against hers. “I can’t imagine a life without you in it, Kels. You take your own life there is nothing left for me here. I’ve got The Skulls, but they’ll never replace you. I’ll take my own life to be with you.”

Tears fell down her face. The conversation dulled any kind of arousal she had. “No, you can’t do that. It’s not fair.”

“But you taking your own life was?”

“It was different.”

“No, it wasn’t any different. The next time you even think of ending your life I want you to remember this conversation.”