Page 38 of Killian's Vengeance

His hand slid down to rub my very sore behind, giving it an appreciative squeeze. “I can’t wait to do it again.”

My vagina agreed wholeheartedly but my ass had some reservations. “You might need to give me a while.”

His dark brows pinched, his green eyes glowing with concern. “What’s sore? Your pussy or your ass?”

“Do I have to choose?”

He snorted and rubbed his hand against my ass. “I’ll rub some lotion on this when we get back to my room. As for your sweet, little pussy—I did go at it a little hard at the end there. I could kiss it and make it better.” His green eyes sparkled with humor and heat at his suggestion, and, unbelievably, I felt a small zing of arousal.

“Very funny. Is this how you talk to all the girls you play with here?” I asked partially teasing, but partially fishing for information. I was suddenly very curious if he did this with every girl he slept with at the club.

He jerked his head back in surprise. “I don’t talk to any of them.”

Now I was jerking my head back, my eyes widening. “You don’t talk to them? At all?”

He shrugged, looking distinctly uncomfortable. “Not really. We play around, but the…partners I typically choose are experienced. They didn’t need much from me afterward and if they did, they found it somewhere else.”

My jaw dropped. “You’d just leave them there all, like, zoned out?” On one hand, I was flattered by his clearly out of character attentiveness, but on the other hand, he kind of sounded like an asshole.

“If we were doing something that would leave them in that condition, they’d arrange to have someone else give them after care. I don’t typically enjoy that part of the scene. It’s too…”

“Intimate?”

He paused, looking suddenly ill at ease. “Yes.”

I eyed him curiously. What did it mean that he had provided that for me? Did I want my captor turned lover to be attached to me? To want to care for me? I hated that the answer that immediately rang in my head was yes yes yes.

“So, what was the deal with you and what’s her name?” I said, steering the conversation to more neutral territory.

“Cara? Nothing. We just, uh, you know, hooked up a few times and I guess she got it in her head, I don’t know, that something else was going on,” he finished his rambling, awkwardly worded response.

“Did you give her aftercare?” I had meant my question to come out sassy, but it veered sharply into bratty.

His eyebrows raised, a slow smile spreading across his face. “You jealous, baby?”

“What? Me? How can I be jealous? That’s crazy. I hardly even know you,” I protested. Way too much.

He smirked, but kindly let it go. “No, I never gave her aftercare. I have no idea what fantasies she had been spinning in her head, but she stepped way over the fucking line with that bullshit tonight.”

I bit my lip, feeling suddenly guilty that I’d gotten her fired, even though she was clearly crazy. “Did she need this job?”

“Hell no. She’s rich. Her dad is some big wig in exports? Shipping? Shit like that. He’s fucking loaded. He also has a whole fleet of tourist boats at the lakefront, I think.”

I stared up at him, jolting at his words. Boats at the lakefront. Why did that nag at me? There was some important piece of information sitting just out of reach.

Suddenly, memories flitted through my mind like little snapshots.

I gasped, sitting up straight and staring at Killian who stared back at me, concern and confusion stamped all over his face.

“What’s wrong, Willa? Are you hurt?” he asked as his hands skated down my body, searching for a possible injury.

“No, no, no, I just remembered something. Lily has a boat. Did you find it?”

He frowned, his expression hardening as his thoughts shifted to my treacherous sister. “A boat? I don’t remember Ian saying anything about a boat.”

We stared at each other for a tense moment, before he hastily lifted me off his lap and got up, haphazardly shooting my clothing to me as I scrambled to redress.

When I finished, he grabbed my hand and tugged me toward the stairs. “We have to talk to Ian.”

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