Page 31 of Killian (The Doherty Mafia)
“Where…where was your father? Where were you?” I didn’t know why I continued with the questions. Hadn’t I heard enough? It seemed like I’d already pushed him to the edge.
He fixed his dark eyes on me, shaking his head.
“He wasn’t there. He was out of town. They knew he would be. My brothers were asleep. I was in the house. Asleep too. I should have protected her. I should have saved her. I couldn’t.”
His voice wavered and there was something there I didn’t think he was capable of being—vulnerable.
For a moment, Killian Doherty almost looked frail. Like a wild animal hiding behind the bushes from a bigger, more horrible creature.
I couldn’t grasp what I felt in that moment. Sadness? Pity? Empathy?
I stood up and went to him. He didn’t see me when I sat down beside him. Our arms were touching, but it was like he couldn’t see anything around him.
Like his grief had suddenly made him blind.
* * *
“Killian.” I said his name, causing him to turn to me, but after that, I didn’t know what to say. He stared at me and I stared back.
I parted my lips to speak but no words came out. He just shook his head and looked away.
“My father lost it. He loved my mother. He was in love with her. We all lost it and we wanted revenge. My father pulled up all the connections and influence he could and we went out and attacked the DiMaggio family.”
“What happened?” I finally managed to speak.
“They are all dead. We got each and every last one of them. It didn’t happen overnight but we got there in the end. We made them pay for what they did to my mother.”
I reached for his knee, stroked it gently. What was I doing? Was I really trying to console him? This man, who kept me prisoner. He could kill me anytime he wanted to.
But Killian didn’t seem to notice that I was touching him. He didn’t seem to notice the world around him at all.
“And then we were in. Our family was in too deep to get out. We owed people favors and money. The debt was big, and in a way, we had proven ourselves. My father had proven himself as a capable leader.”
He turned to me, blinking hard like he’d finally woken from a dream.
I found my voice.
“I…I lost my mother too. She took her own life. Depression.”
Killian clenched his jaws, said nothing—almost like he wasn’t capable of feeling sorry for me at that moment.
“And I…also lost someone else who was close to me. Someone who truly made me happy,” I continued.
I couldn’t get Charlie’s name out.
It suddenly struck me that we had a shared history. A past that was more similar that we imagined. We’d both lost someone we loved. Someone we could have protected. Should have protected.
Maybe, just like me, he hadn’t been able to forgive himself either.
“So, you’re right about one thing, Reese,” he said. My name on his lips startled me. “It isn’t worth loving someone. There is no such thing as a happy relationship. It doesn’t matter because they don’t exist. It’s just a waste of time because in the end, it’s all lost.”
I leaned towards him and he reached for my face. He stroked my bottom lip with his thumb, hard, like he was trying to rub something off.
I felt a lot of things. The weight of his emotional burden was on my shoulders too. I felt the need to comfort him. Even though I knew I owed him nothing. Not even my friendship.
And yet, I wanted to alleviate his pain.
I grabbed his wrist, dragging his hand away from my face to my breasts. He cupped me. His thumb flicked my stiff nipple through my clothes. My lips parted with desire. He could see it in my eyes.
I needed to have him inside me.
* * *
We stripped each other’s clothes off hurriedly. He breathed hard, trying to forget. When his pants came off, I held his cock in my hand and stroked him hard. His fingers found my pussy. I was already so wet for him.
He lifted me off the floor and pushed me back into the wall. I wrapped my arms around him. His cock throbbed against me, growing harder and bigger.
His greedy mouth was all over me like he wanted to taste every inch of me. My mouth. My neck. My breasts and nipples.
I shuddered in his arms. His hot breath made my skin tingle joyously. I just wanted that sweet release.
I thrust my hips out towards him. He grabbed my ass and pulled me in closer. I guided his cock to my pussy.
When he finally thrust himself inside me, I cried out with pleasure.
We were in each other’s arms. I was in his lap, with my legs spread out around him. His cock was buried deep inside me. I could feel every hard inch of him.
