Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 98000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
I’m going to betray Tiernan the same way his father betrayed mine. Does it make it better that I’ll let Tiernan kill me afterward? That I want him to?
He’s not a good person. My thought on that hasn’t changed, but I don’t care that he’s not, and that says just as much about me as it does him.
I force myself to stand, wash my face, then look beneath the sink, where I saw an unopened toothbrush when I grabbed the supplies to clean out.
I brush my teeth, wash my face again, then look at my chest and consider taking a washcloth to that too, but I don’t. I’m going to walk downstairs smelling like him, and if he doesn’t smell like me too, we’re going to have a problem.
I put on my boxer briefs, then find a pair of Tiernan’s shorts in the drawer. Cillian won’t like it. He made it clear yesterday that while he was fine teasing me about Tiernan in the beginning, he doesn’t like me being here, and in Tiernan’s head.
And I am—in his head, I mean. The thought makes me smile, knowing he wants me as much as I want him, even though I know he doesn’t like it any more than I do.
I skip a shirt, wanting to show off Tiernan’s marks because like so many things with him, I find a power in those too.
My feet are quiet across the floor, down the hallway, and to the stairs. I make it halfway down, when Cillian’s angry voice drifts up. “Why the fuck is he alone in your room, T?”
“Shut the fuck up,” Tiernan replies.
“I’m not trying to be a dick here. I’ve never seen you do this, and we don’t know shit about that kid. I just—”
“You’re just going to shut the fuck up before you piss me off. I’m not going to say it again, Cil. You don’t want to piss me off.”
The hairs on the back of my neck prickle at what I’m hearing. I don’t want to come between them, but also fuck Cillian for not trusting me.
Forget that he’s right, but I could have gone through Tiernan’s room, and I didn’t. I won’t hurt him to get to his father.
“I’m sorry. I don’t want you to get hurt,” Cillian continues.
“Pfft,” Tiernan replies. “He can’t fucking hurt me. And if he tries, I’ll kill him. Liking to stick my dick in him doesn’t change that.”
I take another step, this one louder, to alert them I’m coming and stop that conversation. When I enter the living room, Tiernan’s in the chair and Cillian on the couch.
“Oh look, it’s the little fighter who can’t handle his weed,” Tiernan teases.
“Oh look, it’s the angry little lord who’s wearing my marks.” I flash a quick glance to Cillian, then watch Tiernan as I say, “Do you still smell like my cum too?”
“Jesus,” Cillian curses. “There’s fucking two of you.”
Tiernan ignores him, telling me, “Come here and find out.” When I don’t move right away, he says, “That wasn’t a request.”
“Fuck you.”
He cocks a brow. “Are we back to that?”
“We never left it.”
“You’re the one who came down here, trying to what? Claim what’s yours? With my cousin? We’re close but not that close. I’ll play your game with you, though, because until I’m done with you, I’ve already told you you’re mine. I’ve let you mark me too, so come over and smell yourself on me.”
My dick twitches. There’s no denying I want exactly what he said. I’m going to do this with him, keep doing it and enjoying it because there’s not much I’ve been able to enjoy in my life. As long as it doesn’t change the ultimate plan, what can it hurt to pretend I’m a part of this world and that Tiernan is really mine?
I walk over to him and straddle his lap, legs pressed between the arms of the chair and his thighs. The fabric of his shirt—he’s wearing a tee for the first time—is soft, expensive-feeling against my skin as I pull it over his head.
“Someone is feeling very possessive. Just remember you can only take what I allow you to have.”
“Because you want me,” I say, then suck on his throat again. His skin is so hot, the blood beneath the surface making him throb…making me throb too.
Cillian curses again. “What the fuck is happening?”
“Talk to me about Molly. It should be selling better than it is,” Tiernan tells Cillian.
His cousin sighs, and then the two of them talk about selling drugs while I show Cillian that Tiernan is mine now. His hand rests on my hip, and I smell our sex on his skin, the way it’s still on mine.
It’s a short conversation, and just as they finish up, Aislin comes down the stairs. “No fucking on the furniture.”