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Images of her on her knees in front of me, her red lipstick smeared, my cock between her lips as I fuck her perfect mouth,fill my mind, and I barely manage to swallow the groan that tries to escape.

Jesus, I should have known seeing her for the first time in months would have this effect on me, that I’d immediately want to fuck her against the closest wall.

But I can’t, and I’m even more pissed about that than I am not being able to kill Lucas.

Lucas doesn’t seem to notice the perfect woman who just stepped into the room, and I tear my eyes off her so I don’t draw attention to her presence. The last thing we need is him harassing her for money.

“Have a nice night, Lucas,” I say evenly before turning on my heel and walking into a crowd of people to distract him from where I’m headed.

Straight for my woman.

CHAPTER SIX

EMBER

It takes me longer than I expect to spot him, but once I do, I can’t escape him.

Every time I look around, I meet his dark eyes, and I can’t help but lose myself in them.

Fuck.

I thought I was better than this.

I thought I was over him.

But I should have known it would take longer than a few months to get over the man who brought me back to life.

Orion steps closer, and I dodge around a group of people I vaguely recognize as B-list celebrities to avoid him.

This is becoming a game of cat and mouse, and I’m not the predator, no matter how much I would like to be.

I turn to dodge behind another group, only the come face-to-face with Killian. He has a mask on, just like everyone else, but the simple half mask does little to hide his intense eyes.

“Ember,” he greets.

I glare up at him. “Move.”

He chuckles. “I don’t think I will.” He wraps a hand around my bicep and tugs me further from the crowd.

This is definitely not part of my plan.

“Let me go,” I snap.

“No.”

“Killian!”

“I said no, Ember. You owe him at least a conversation.”

“I don’t owe him a damn thing. He killed my brother. He stalked me. He manipulated me. He lied to me. The only thing I owe him is a bullet.”

Killian’s features are amused, as if he’s finding my hatred funny, and I have to clench my hands at my side to stop myself from taking a swing at him.

Men.

“I hate to break this to you, Ember, but that man is not going to let you go. He will hunt you to the end of the earth, and maybe even then. It’ll be easier if you just talk to him.”

I huff out a laugh. “I don’t really give a fuck what’s easy, Killian.”