Chapter 7

Ava

His hand remained on the knot of the robe which she had just dropped and there i stood, naked not weak, as this was not the girl who used to beg. This woman was the one who got betrayed and lived through it. This was woman who drank her sorrow and sprayed it all over like perfume.

He came to me with the movement as though something in him were crawling toward me. He was breathing faster, his eyes were darker and when he touched my waist i did not filinch.

“You should not be here" she said, and i could not move, she did not put her lips aside, he did not reply he only kissed me, and God,--I loathed that still I melted to it. It was not soft, not sweet, not worried or slow, It was fire in the mouth, teeth, tongue, bruising kind of kiss. His hands went down my back as though to get to know me again. Such as all of my skin that he used not to pay attention to before had to be adored. He leaned me against the wall and was kissing my neck until my toes were curling. I gasped as he took a bite and he moaned as I moaned.

"You want this?" he asked. He talked in a low gravelly voice.

I didn't answer. I pulled him by the collar instead and shoved my mouth back on his and he got the message. I was raised as an object of starvation. Laid in my bed as i were nothing despite the fact that I knew I had all 10 years of my life history engraved in my bones. He tossed me in the sheets and mounted like a man who was ready to commit a sin now at last, he was kissing down my neck lower, lower and l was arched and writhing. His hands were holding mine against the mattress, and I thought I was crying and saying curses at the same time his mouth came to my breast. His tongue began to go round and round my nipple, slow, slow, then he sucked it hard, and left a mark.

"Killian," I breathed.

"I know, baby," he said. "I know."

My legs opened involuntarily and there was already his hand, as if he had been waiting his whole life to be invited again.

his hands were so soft. One slipped in me and I gasped. One came in then another.

"Wet enough for me?” he growled, and I did not like the fact that it made me tighten. l should have called him off when he went down between my thighs but i didn't. He was licking as though he was dying of thirst. He flicked slowly, deep and aggressive dragging me to the edge of wall. I jerked, moaned, tugged at the bedclothes, till the noise of my falling to pieces was like thunder in the chamber. And then he pushed himself in and it was all, stretching me open and wide. I shrieked, not in suffering, but in recollection that here was the man i loved.

Here was the man that had ruined me and now he was with me again where he should have been. We went along hand in hand like war very nice and hard like loving and hating between two persons at once. He went deeper, harder and quicker and I could not breathe, until i swore his name out again like a curse, and he heaved against my neck as though he were going to come off and did not want to yet. His lips found my shoulder.

“I’m sorry “ he said

“And it was too late” he said, clenching his hand in it. He had kissed me with his crazed, hungry lips. He pinned me and f***ed me until I broke out into a thousand pieces where my body quivered, my mouth opened, my toes curled. He thrust into me with a growl which made me think of butterflies as it came to an end, we were still breathing the ghosts of each other's names. I rolled away, he tried to touch me again and i slapped his hand.

“This makes no difference,” i said and he rose, sitting up, with eyes still wild.

“I know.”

His mouth said “i know” and his eyes said “I hope.”

And then my phone buzzed. Then the smell of sin and sweat still prevailed in the room. My skin was sticky, my heart was wild and Killian was still lying there with his chest rising like he was waiting to be forgiven. I was gazing at the screen, as though it was bleeding but this time it was not Grayson, It wasn't the lawyer either, it was me in the courthouse front with red eyes and wiping a tear. Close up and zoomed up as though somebody was spectating. I turned the screen to him.

His jaw tightened. "Who sent this?"

"I don't know."

"You think it's Grayson?"

“I don't think,” i said. "I know what I saw."

“And what do you mean, by it?”

I didn't answer. Another message fell before I was ready to even start thinking.

“You were not entitled to walk way” Nothing more than that, only those words, plan, direct and threatening.

Killian jumped up as though he was stabbed. You know, “Ava, it is not only blackmail.” and I swallowed it with shaking hands.

"It's worse," I said softly.

“It is a person that is still watching.” He got up, paced twice across the room and returned to me.

“I want you to go away with me out of-town.“ I blinked.

"What?"

"You're not safe here."

I laughed, cold and bitter. It as though it was not from me at all.

"I was never safe, Killian. Not with you. Not with them. Not in this whole damn city."

"You think this is a joke?"

"No," | said, my voice flat. "I think it's the truth and I believe the one doing this... he does not need money, they want control." Killian clenched his fists.

God! his eyes! they were not angry, they were scared. He was gazing at me as though I had been dead already.

“Nothing will not happen to you.”

"You already did," I said. “You have allowed it to occur years ago.”

And then—

The front door creaked.