Page 18 of Killian's Vengeance

I’d spare Lily for Willa if it would let us get our hands on her fucking boyfriend. It was actually a great bargaining chip to get Willa to agree to help. She’d be thinking she was saving her sister’s life and we’d be getting our revenge for Mac. Whether we killed Lily or not really depended on what she was willing to tell us. I had a feeling I’d be letting Cullen handle Lily, if only to absolve myself of whatever happened to her.

She dropped her fork and stared at me looking overwhelmed and conflicted. She put her elbows on the table and dropped her face into her hands, taking deep breaths before she spoke. “Killian, I…I’m so confused. Lily is the reason I’m here, the reason this all happened to me, but I don’t want to see her dead. She’s my sister and the only family I have left. However, staying here and helping the guy who kidnapped me and tortured me feels just as insane.”

Exhilaration and adrenaline shot through me as I realized she was truly considering staying and helping us, though I wasn’t sure what had me more excited—increasing our chances to capture Lily or continuing to have access to her.

I reached over and massaged where her shoulder and neck met, calming her down, soothing her and hopefully reinforcing her decision to stay and help. “I know this is tough, Willa. It’s not only about saving Lily; it’s about getting justice for someone who’d never harmed a soul in his life. Mac wasn’t like me and Cullen, our other best friend. Cullen and I have fought and killed untold numbers of people, first for our country and then for whoever had the money to pay us. If this had happened to either of us, we’d think it sucked, but we’d also understand the karma of it all. But Mac…he was so harmless and gentle. He was into computers and academics, never so much as got in a fight in his life. He didn’t deserve what happened to him and we can’t rest until the people who took his life are dealt with.”

Willa bit her lip, her teary blue eyes shining like jewels. “Oh god, that’s awful. I’m so sorry about your friend. So sorry he ran into my sister and that she may have contributed to his death.”

Her wording stoked my anger. “May have? No, Willa, she did contribute to his death. She was directly responsible for it.”

“Well, you said it was her boyfriend that killed your friend, Mac, right? Maybe Lily didn’t know?”

I blew out an aggravated breath and realized I needed to tread lightly and be tactful. I wanted to go the fuck off, scream at Willa to get her head out of the clouds and take a long hard look at her grifter sister. She knew Lily was trouble, that she was selfish and narcissistic. “What the fuck, Willa? You know your sister. You know what she is capable of. Why are you lying to yourself?” I said harshly.

Tact was not my wheelhouse.

Willa hopped up and started pacing back and forth, her wrinkled brow and tightly compressed lips indicating the internal conflict simmering inside her. I had to stay focused on her words and not the gentle sway of her tits under the thin fabric of her dress. “I know it looks bad, but while Lily was always shallow, I have a hard time believing she’d actually kill someone. Not on purpose,” she tacked on, looking uncomfortable.

I stood up and put my hands on her shoulders, lightly rubbing. I needed contact with her and used any fucking excuse I could to get it. I also wanted to pull her out of the spiral she was descending into. “I know it’s hard, Willa. I know she’s your blood and if she’s innocent, if she was manipulated by her boyfriend, then we’ll find out. Okay?”

She took a deep breath, still looking troubled. Her muscles relaxed under the steady massage of my fingers and I was relieved to see her defensive body language melt away as her shoulders dropped and her lips softened. “Okay.”

I rubbed my thumb along her lush lower lip, the need to taste it, taste her, nearly overwhelming me. It was a completely foreign impulse. I never kissed women I slept with. What was the point? The fact that Willa’s mouth is damn near irresistible should be ringing alarm bells in my head, but without thinking, I slammed my mouth on hers, my tongue thrusting inside needing to devour, to consume, to dominate.

She jumped slightly at my unexpected aggression, all those muscles tightening again. I brought my hands up to gently cradle her face, my tongue making gentle, but thorough sweeps of her mouth. Her body relaxed and when I felt her arms slide around my waist, I ramped up the force of my demanding tongue.

I banded my arms around her, eager to feel the soft curves of her body pressed against mine. One hand slid up into the damp tangle of her hair, holding her head still as I slid my mouth to the curve of her neck, biting and sucking gently on the curve between her neck and shoulder, leaving a mark there. Her neck must be incredibly sensitive because the minute my teeth sank in, her hips started twisting against my stiff dick, moving restlessly as her desire started to build.

I slid my other hand down to cup her ass, unable to resist running my fingers lightly over the welt I should feel guilty about giving her but didn’t. The feel of the cane mark turned my dick to steel. Knowing she wasn’t wearing underwear nearly sent my pulse into orbit and it was taking a great deal of restraint not to throw her down on the bed, spread her legs and start pounding into her. All my strategy to gently woo her to my side, keep her feeling comfortable and safe flew right out the fucking window as I felt her hard nipples drilling into my chest.

I reached and pulled one of her straps down, eager to wrap my lips and teeth around the hard bud, when I heard the door slam open.

“What the FUCK?” I heard Cullen’s voice boom.

Shit. I guess someone told him what was going on with Willa, presumably Cara.

Fucking bitch.

I stepped in front of Willa, who had whirled around and stared at Cullen in terror and confusion, her lips still swollen and shiny as a result of my hard, possessive kisses. I could understand her reaction. Cullen resembled an angry bull. His nostrils flared, his jaw clenched as he bared his teeth and his hands curled into fists in anticipation of swinging them.

That wasn’t going to happen. No fucking way.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Kill? You know what this bitch did to Mac and I fucking find you in here with your tongue down this cunt’s throat?”

I felt Willa’s hands fist in my t-shirt as she stood behind me, using me as a human shield. She had good instincts because Cullen looked ready to snap her neck.

“Cullen, she isn’t Lily. She’s Lily’s sister, Willa. Lily set her up to make us believe she was Lily and she’d take the fall for what happened to Mac.”

It was as if I was speaking a different language because Cullen’s body language didn’t change one iota. “If she’s the bitch’s sister, then we tie her down and fucking torture her until she tells us where the fuck Lily is.”

I heard Willa squeak in terror, tremors of fear wracking her slight frame as she huddled closer to my back. “Cullen, she already agreed to help us. We don’t have to do anything to coerce her, she already said yes.” This wasn’t strictly true, but I certainly wasn’t going to say that to Hathaway in his current condition. I think he’d been doing nothing but getting shit-faced since we last spoke and he was already half in the bag then.

He looked at me with disdainful scorn. “You want the pussy, Kill. You’re not looking out for Mac. That bitch could be telling you anything in order to protect her fucking whore of a sister. What the fuck is wrong with you?”

I took a deep breath because what I wanted to do was plow my fucking fist into Cullen’s sneering face. He was drunk, he was irrational, he was in pain. I had to find a way to get him out of here without him jumping Willa or me jumping him. Cullen and I were about an even match in fighting, but he was drunk and that would slow down his reflexes and give me a definite edge, but I didn’t want to fight him. He had a right hook like a fucking sledgehammer.

“Cullen, step outside. We need to have a fucking talk and we can’t do it here.”

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