Page 158 of Heartless Lord
“I guess I need more convincing.” She propped herself up on her elbow, her auburn locks tousled as if we’d just finished fucking.
Blood rushed to my dick, and the need to flip her onto her back and bury myself inside her burned through my veins. If my mother wasn’t just outside, I’d do it. Fuck the pain.
My fingers gripped the back of her neck, and I jerked her to me, our mouths crashing together. The kiss had the heart monitor going crazy, my tongue tangling with hers like there was no tomorrow.
For us, there almost wasn’t.
But I’d survived death, and this angel decided I was worth keeping, darkness and all.
I sure as fuck wasn’t letting her go.
EPILOGUE - A WAY OUT
Five Months Later
Lorelei
Killian Davenport should have been mine.
I glared at the gorgeous grinning bastard and the regrettably beautiful redhead wrapped around his arm standing in front of the massive mahogany hearth like the king and queen at prom. He never smiled like that when we were together, even when I did absolutely everything he wanted. I’d degraded myself and performed every depraved sexual act Killian had demanded.
And still, he’d chosen her...
I didn’t even want Killian anymore. I just didn’t like losing.
Now with Sebastian’s upcoming graduation, Killian had been crowned the new president of Sigma Delta. And I was screwed.
The happy couple moved through the crowd as everyone rushed to congratulate the new golden boy of the fraternity. I plastered on a fake smile and hugged my knock-off Chanel under my arm as one of the girls from my sorority pranced by. She grabbed Killian by the arm and ushered him and his new girlfriend toward me.
No. No. No. Dammit, Ashleigh!
“Hey, Lore.” Ashleigh tossed me a plastic grin as her mischievous gaze traveled between Lexi and me. “Don’t you want to congratulate Kill?”
No, I want to wring your little neck, you traitor!
I forced my smile to widen as I took in my ex’s shit-eating grin. “Yes, of course. Congrats, Killian. I’m sure you’ll make an excellent leader for all these brilliant male minds. I’m actually planning on running for president of the Zetas myself, so we’ll probably be seeing a lot of each other next year on the Greek Council.”
“Great,” Lexi muttered.
“Don’t be jealous, baby,” he whispered, but I strained to make out every nauseating word. “You know you’re the only one I’ve ever wanted.”
Those whispered words hurt more than a slap in the face. Why couldn’t Killian love me? Why didn’t anyone love me? Was I truly that horrible?
“Hey, Davenport, get over here.” From behind Killian’s shoulder, I could just make out Gage calling him back to the center of the room. With the myriad of tattoos blanketing every inch of the guy’s flesh, and with that deep purple faux hawk, dark and broody Gage stuck out among the sea of preppy frat boys.
Kill dipped his head at me and swung his arm around Lexi’s shoulder. “See you later, Lore. You too, Ashleigh.”
Lexi grumbled a goodbye as my traitorous friend waggled her fingers at them.
Once they were swallowed up by the crowd, Ashleigh leaned in and whispered, “I still can’t believe Killian picked her over you.”
I snorted on a laugh, despite my insides crumbling. “Please, Kill was just a plaything. He was a solid fuck so I kept him around as a distraction. Lexi can have my leftovers. Besides, ayear from now I’ll be engaged to Brock Haversham, and I’ll get to live out my wildest dreams as a trophy wife.”
If I couldn’t be loved, I’d settle for being untouchable.
Ashleigh laughed, but a twinge of envy laced her over-the-top cackling. “You’re so lucky your dad already arranged everything for you. It must be such a relief to not have to worry about maintaining your appearance to land a wealthy, successful husband.” Her eyes raked over me, lingering on my midsection.
Bitch.
