Kansas (Ruthless Kings MC Atlantic City #2) - K.L. Savage Page 0,90

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“Violet, are you okay?” Carson steps forward and that’s when I see that he has been crying. Fuck, he really does feel guilty.

“I’m fine. Just rea—really co-old,” she trembles.

“Right, I’ll go.” He heads out the door, and right as he tries to shut it, I stop him.

“We will catch up later, Carson,” I try to sound sure and that I want to see him later.

“Sure. Just rest. I’ll take care of whatever Boomer wants me to.” With that, he closes the door, finally leaving me and Violet alone.

“Springs,” I choke, holding her close to my chest. I place her on the bed and start to undress her from her wet clothes. “I’m so sorry. I should have been here. I’m so fucking sorry.” I strip off her pants and toss them on the floor, then rub my hands up her frozen flesh to check her wounds. I inspect her stitches, and while they seem red and irritated, they are okay.

“It isn’t your fault. This would have happened anyway. He would have figured out a way.”

I tug her shirt off next, and I don’t see any new cuts or bruises, just the old ones from the car accident. The seatbelt line is still across her chest, finally fading from black and blue to gray and yellow. “What did he do to you in here? Did he—”

“—No, god no.” She sits up and places her hand against my chest. “He tried to suffocate me with a pillow, but I smashed his head with a lamp. I tried to get to you.”

I reach behind my head and yank my shirt off by the collar, then slip out of my sweatpants. I wrap my arms around her and pull her close. Her skin takes my breath away at first since it’s so cold against mine, and I pinch my eyes shut, thinking how Nigel could have taken her from me.

Fucking Nigel.

I swing her into my arms and head toward the bathroom to get her in a nice hot shower.

“Are you okay? I know Nigel was your best friend, and he was in love with you.”

I stare at her as I turn the shower on, and for some reason, I wait for her to laugh, but she doesn’t. Her big violet eyes are tilted on the sides, concerned and full of sorrow for me.

“You’re allowed to be sad. That was someone who you thought you could trust. You have years of memories.”

I don’t say a word. I think I’m still processing everything. I peel the shower curtain back and whisk her into my embrace again, then hold her tight against my chest under the steady flow of hot water.

She groans, tilting her head back into the stream. The tendons in her neck are protruding, and the divots of her collarbones seem so delicate at this angle.

“I don’t want to think about him right now, because I don’t know what to think,” I finally say. “He was nothing like I thought he was. Just like my dad. He threatened to take everything from me, and I could never forgive that.”

I lift her head up and hesitantly press our lips together. I’m afraid I’ll hurt her for some reason. That she will shatter in my arms, and what then? What would I do then?

“I just want to feel you,” I whisper against her lips. I lift her injured leg over my hip so she isn’t standing on it, my fingers digging into the side of her thigh, and her mouth drops open. “I need to feel you.” I feel desperate, the urge to mark and claim, to make sure she is really here with me and is mine. I line my cock against her entrance and sink into her inch by inch, keeping my pace slow.

“Oh, Amos,” she moans against my lips as I feel her.

I’m fucking trembling, from the outside in, my bones threaten to give out.

“I need to feel you,” I say again, needing her to understand just how unhinged I am, how unstable seeing her in his hands made me.

I don’t care about him like I should. I don’t care that I killed him like I should. And I sure as fuck don’t care that he said he loved me.

I want to erase his lips off mine and feel the ones that belong there instead.

Violet’s tongue wraps around mine, and a whimper slips down my throat from her as I pull out to the tip. I thrust back in, flexing my hips and moaning