Page 137 of I Know Your Secret
I shove it into my back pocket. “No.”
He snarls, his teeth gnashing close to my nose. “You don’t fucking know me or what I’m capable of.”
“I do. Maybe not fully, but if you let me in, I’m willing to learn you.”
“You won’t like me if I let you in, G.”
His use of Allison’s nickname for me signals him shutting me down, but it makes me angry.
I prod my finger into his chest. “I’m here for you. If you want to talk, we can talk. If you don’t, it doesn’t matter; I’m still here. And I’m not going anywhere.”
“Unless I kill you,” he whispers over my lips, his anger breathing down on me like a warm summer wind. “Unless I slit this pretty throat of yours and splash your venomous blood across the world.”
Despite the small amount of fear emanating in my belly at his words, I let out a small moan.
His hand wraps around my throat, tightening. “Aren’t you afraid, my poisonous girl?”
“No,” I breathe.
“Well, then I have failed.”
His kiss slams into my mouth like a crackle of lightning, lighting up all my nerves with an ache I long to keep fizzling the rest of my life, even if the man at the helm of this feeling is Koen.
His tongue presses against my lips, coaxing them open, and I wrap my arms around his neck.
Long forgotten is the need to ask him what happened with his unit before or why he had to save Chase’s life, a new need overpowering it so strongly, I feel like I might die if I don’t give it the attention it deserves.
I need him more than I need to live.
I need him more than I need to be free.
And that fact might get me killed.
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Koen
Iurge Greer to her knees, hating the way her mouth pulls away from mine. I’m breathless, senseless in the wake of the force that is her coming in here and putting her foot down in a show of support for me and my trauma that I refuse to work on, let alone speak to life.
“Koen,” she whines, looking up at me through heady eyes filled with everything I need to know.
My girl loves me, and it’s killing me slowly.
She thinks I’m the threat to her; little does she know, she’s the fucking threat.
She’s the cruel joke in my life.
She’s the justice that’s come for me after years of living my life carefree and under the radar.
Now, I owe it to the universe to right the wrongs Helms has done, with me as his weapon.
When Greer opens my pants and slides down my zipper, I’m wondering if she’s my penance; the thing I must endure to get back into fate’s good graces.
Her lips wrap around my cock, pulling it into her mouth in one deep drawl that has my hands fisting in her hair, my body rocking on my feet with an unsteady yield in her direction.
“That’s my good girl. Deeper,” I coax, and she moans around me, vibrating my length, which only feeds my delusional soul and turns it a darker shade of black.
The deeper she takes me, the more she fucks me with her expert mouth, the more convinced I grow that she’s not my penance, but she’s my reward.
