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His other hand cupped her breast as heworked her clit.She frowned.Killer was going to touch her bringher to another orgasm while she didn’t even get to touchhim?
No, she didn’t want that.
Pulling out of his arms, she fell toher knees beside the bed.
“Fuck, Kels, what are youdoing?”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 tolive with it for the rest of my life.”Tears filled her eyes onceagain, and she batted them away.She had fucked up.Cutting herwrists was the worst thing she’d ever done in her life and onething she’d never repeat again.Glaring down at the man she loved,she waited for him to respond.
“What the fuck are youtalking about?”he asked, climbing over the bed to stand in frontof her.
She wasn’t expecting that.Kelseyhoped he’d stay over his side keeping the bed betweenthem.
“I made a mistake, and you’repunishing me for it.In fact, I’ve made two mistakes.”
“Tell me about thesemistakes?”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, andthe second was trying to escape what I got caught up in.”She heldher wrist up showing the white strip across her scar.
Killer caught her wrist before she couldpull away.Laying a kiss to her wrist, he stared into her eyes.“First, I wasn’t with you when you were forced to either marryMichael or be turned out on the street.I hate the fact you marriedthe bastard, but I can’t regret you marrying him, Kels, especiallyknowing 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 herhair, drawing her close.“I could fucking spank you for cuttingyour wrists.It’s one of the most selfish acts I’ve known you todo.”
She gasped, seeing the hurt in hiseyes.
“I want to make something clear,Kels.I love you with all my heart and fucking soul, but if youever try to take your own life again, I want you to know that I’llbe fucking following you.”
His words made her freeze.“What?Youcan’t do that.”
Killer pressed a finger over her lips.“Shut the fuck up.You’ve talked enough.It’s time for me to havemy say.”He kissed her lips, resting his head against hers.“Ican’t imagine a life without you in it, Kels.You take your ownlife there is nothing left for me here.I’ve got The Skulls, butthey’ll never replace you.I’ll take my own life to be withyou.”
Tears fell down her face.Theconversation dulled any kind of arousal she had.“No, you can’t dothat.It’s not fair.”
“But you taking your ownlife was?”
“It wasdifferent.”
“No, it wasn’t any different.Thenext time you even think of ending your life I want you to rememberthis conversation.”
He slammed his lips down on hers,plundering his tongue into her mouth.
Kelsey kissed him back knowing there wasnothing more for her to say.She couldn’t bear being the cause oftaking Killer’s life.Hating what she had done, Kelsey held ontohim.
“Now, we’re going to bed tosleep,” he said, lifting her in his arms and drawing her back tobed.
This time she settled down without anyargument.Killer wrapped his arms around her waist holding her inplace.
****
Zero returned to the clubhouse later thatnight.Everyone was in bed, and he headed to the kitchen to grab abeer.Killer’s offer had been fucking appealing, but Fort Wills washis home.There was no way he’d be leaving his home because hecouldn’t get his feelings under control over a fucking woman.Hewas better than that.
Popping open the cool beer he took along swallow.
He needed to get his thoughts undercontrol before he lost his mind over Sophia.She wasn’t anythingspecial at all apart from the fact she’d been the one woman hewanted and couldn’t have.Yes, Angel was a beauty, and so were Tateand Eva, but there was something different about Sophia.
Fuck, Nash should be his mainpriorityashe was a Skull, his brother.He shouldn’t be having these feelingsfor Nash’s woman.Swallowing down more of the alcohol he stared upat the ceiling praying for some kind of sign to get him overher.
“Oh, you’re back,” Sophiasaid, appearing in the doorway.
Give me a fucking breakalready.
