Charming Asshole (Killer of Kings 3)

“Yes, yes,” she cried out for more.

He held onto her hips, fucking her hard. He’d leave bruises there as well. Killian made her his, and she loved every second of it.

When he came for a second time, she joined him, and she found a sense of peace. A wave of warm satisfaction flooded her body.

Coming down from the height of their orgasm she curled up against him, teasing his chest.

The scent of sex was heady in the air. “Will you call me to tell me when you’ve done your job?”

“You’ll know everything. I won’t keep anything from you.” He kissed the top of her head. She was about to say something else when his cell phone rang.

Killian tensed up, so she knew it was important.

Biting her lip, she watched as he left the bed, his hard ass and massive shoulders a beautiful sight. His back was covered in Celtic tattoos that she wanted to trace with her tongue. He began talking, biting out some words, shaking his head, and then looking exasperated.

“Yes, fine, fine.” In the next minute Killian hung up, and moved toward the bed.

“Reality has come,” she said.

“Yes, it has.”

She took a deep breath. “I better get dressed.”

“Hold on.” He went to his wardrobe, and came out with a pair of running pants and a shirt. “Scarlett will have something for you to wear, and I’ll figure things out for you, but until then, please wear these. Your clothes are not in any shape to wear.”

She took them from him, and gritted her teeth. There was nothing else she could do. At least she was going to see her little boy.

“I’m going to fix this, June.”

“I know, and I believe you.” She looked up at him, and smiled. “I do believe you. It’s just hard, you know. I’m used to only relying on myself. I’m having to get used to all the changes, and I will.”

June got out of bed, and quickly put the clothes on. She ran her fingers through her hair, and was ready to leave.

“I’m ready to go,” she said.

Killian was dressed all in black, and he had a large black duffel bag. She decided not to ask what was in that, but it looked heavy and bulky. She had a feeling she really wouldn’t want to know.

They didn’t speak on the journey toward his friend’s, at least she hoped it was his friend’s place. Everything seemed so surreal. He had a bag of weapons, she just knew it. Less than a week ago she had been concerned about making it to her next job, or how she was going to pay for Killian’s new school uniform. They all seemed like worries in the past.

It wasn’t long before they were climbing out of the car, and a large man covered in tattoos opened the door. Bain.

“Boss called and said I should be expecting you,” Bain said. “Hello, June.” He held his hand out.

She hesitated in taking it, afraid that he would crush her, but then she felt silly. His handshake was firm but didn’t hurt. Forcing a smile to her lips, she looked between Bain and Killian seeing they needed a minute.

“Can I see my son?” she asked.

“Yes. Scarlett is waiting for you.”

Entering his home, she left Bain and Killian to talk.

“Your son has been amazing. He’s really good at that video game Bain likes to play. He’s passed out for the night I’m afraid.”

Scarlett was a nice enough woman, but right now June really needed to see her son. The other woman opened a door, and June stepped inside and paused. There was a small lamp on, and Killian was in bed with a book dropped onto his chest. He looked completely out of it, and in sleep, so damn happy.

A lump formed in her throat. This was the longest she had been without seeing him, and the emotion was threatening to choke her up.

“I’ll be in the kitchen,” Scarlett said. “He’s been so well behaved, June. He’s a really good kid.”