Page 122 of Heartless Lord
“Yes, I do. I’m tired of hiding, Killian. I’m tired of pretending I’m fine, of waiting for you to uncover the truth about your stepfather and finally believe me.”
“I already told you I would look into it.”
“Then try harder. You owe me that much, Killian. You don’t get to half-ass this.”
“I know.” He loosed an exasperated breath.
We stood there on the corner, a heavy silence weighing down on us, neither speaking. I’d crossed a line today, but so had he. It was the first time I’d seen him even remotely stand up to his stepdad.
The silence stretched, heavy and charged, until it snapped. Too close. Too much. Too everything.
“So, are you coming to the party tonight?” He shot me a wicked grin.
“Fuck no.”
Killian stepped closer and curled an arm around my waist. I willed my hands to shove him off, but instead my fingers only latched onto his soft tee. “Stan took Bass when he left. They won’t be back tonight. We’ll have the whole frat house to ourselves.”
I snorted on a laugh. “Plus dozens of your fraternity brothers and everyone else they invited to thisexclusiveparty.”
“I don’t give a fuck about any of them.” He pressed his body flush against mine, and his rock-hard erection nudged against my belly. How the hell did he get hard so fast? Weren’t we fighting just a second ago?
“No?” I rasped out. Dammit, I sounded way too needy already.
“No.” He tilted his hips so his cock rubbed against my center. A rush of heat surged to my lower half.
“I’m not going back on my word, Kill. I’m not letting you fuck me until you come through with your promise.”
“I already told you I’m on it, Red. And trust me, I’m going to work fast, because I know how much that hungry little pussy is begging for my cock.”
“Killian...” Heat raced from said pussy and crawled across my cheeks. My gawd, the filthy mouth on this one.
“Just come tonight. With Stan and Bass gone, I can get into the Grand Domnus’s files.”
“The what?” My brows shot up to my hairline.
His gaze locked on mine, searching, like the answer actually mattered. For once, there was no arrogance. No edge. Just him.
“Do you trust me?”
Trust. The one thing he’d shattered, and the one thing I still wanted to give him. My chest tightened, the past and present colliding in one impossible question.
With those blazing emerald orbs locked on mine, all logic jumped out the window.
My head bounced up and down of its own accord. When I first arrived at Stonewall, Killian wanted to ruin me. Now, something had shifted, and the need to break anyone who hurt me burned stronger than anything else.
Maybe after all these years, he would finally see the truth.
Or maybe trusting Killian Davenport would be the thing that finally destroyed me.
CHAPTER 41
PATH OF DESTRUCTION
Killian
Music thumped through the speakers in one of the huge party rooms at the Sigma Delta house as my frat brothers and their guests guzzled down spiked punch, beer from red plastic cups, and liquor served by two pledges manning the bar in the corner.
I raked my fingers through my hair and shoved the baseball cap back on my head, pulling the bill low over my eyes as I watched the entrance. Every minute that ticked by was another minute Lexi wasn’t here.
