Road To Fire (Broken Crown Trilogy #1) - Maria Luis Page 0,66
playing at her lips. Fuck. I wish she’d fly at me, arms raised to beat me down for taking advantage of her. I took her like an animal, up against the wall, still fully clothed while she’d been completely bare. Her anger I could handle, even the inevitable disgust at having let me touch her, but that hesitant quirk of her lips is like crossing the River Styx, knowing that paradise will always be forever out of reach.
I’ll remember the shape of her lips for the rest of my life. A sharp Cupid’s bow up top, a plump lower lip that trembles when she’s on the verge of orgasm.
The first pair to ever wrap around my cock and suck me deep into a warm, wet mouth.
The first pair to ever ask me to steal a kiss.
A kiss that you couldn’t deliver.
“I know,” I mutter to Guy, threading my fingers through my hair and nearly ripping out the strands. Gripping the mobile, I twist away, seeking a reprieve from the lust hammering my body and demanding that I strip Isla naked all over again. “Don’t you think that I know that?”
“Right now, I’m not sure that you know anything.”
He’s probably right.
Everything that I am is solely focused on the blonde warrior who killed a man today, in order to save herself, then got down on her knees to offer me the likes of salvation to which I’ve never known.
Stop thinking about her.
Unlikely, especially since I have her heady scent still filling my nose. It’s on my skin, my clothes. Even now, I can smell her off my fingers from when I circled her clit and made her scream. Like some possessive caveman marked by lust, I’m tempted to never wash myself clean again.
“We’ll talk it over when I get us out of here tonight.”
Guy blows out a frustrated sigh that rattles in my ears. “Whatever you think that you’re doing, be done with it, you hear me? Damien’s got news for us—about Alfie Barker—and then we have to figure out the mess that is your bloody face all over the goddamn internet. You’ve fucked us, Saxon. Absolutely and completely fucked us.”
Scrubbing a hand over my jaw, I clench my teeth tight. “Ring me as soon as you have Peter and Josie.”
Hanging up the phone, I toss it on the rickety table that sits in the center of the room. Unlike the ground floor, it’s not so dirty up here. Musty, yes, with furniture that had its heyday in the seventies and a rug that’s torn and discolored, but not necessarily unclean. It’s one of Holyrood’s many hideouts within the City.
The fact that I brought Isla here is another problem all on its own.
“What did he say?” Isla’s voice drags my gaze away from the table to where she’s standing, a finished braid now falling over one shoulder. The hairstyle makes her look younger, innocent, especially with her face scrubbed free of makeup. After today’s events, it’s safe to say that Isla Quinn wouldn’t know innocence if it bit her in the ass.
Ruin me . . . take me . . .
At the memory of her begging for more, my cock twitches in my trousers and I drop my hands to the table. “He’s heading over to grab them now.”
Grasping the back of a chair, Isla falls into it, raw relief sweeping through her expression. “Oh, thank God. I wasn’t sure if . . . Of course, I’d hoped—”
“My brother might be an ass, but he would never leave two kids to fend for themselves.”
She bobs her head, nodding quickly. “Like I said, I hoped. But your brother and I, we didn’t exactly get off on the right foot.”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell her that she and Guy will never be on the right foot. It’s simply not possible. Despite what happened today, we Priests fit solidly under the loyalist umbrella while Isla . . .
I drag my hands over my face. Christ, this is a mess.
Hesitant as I am to bring Isla and her siblings to another one of Holyrood’s hideouts, this one a terrace house in Camden, I don’t see another option rearing its head. Staying in Stepney, so close to Queen Mary, won’t work. Returning to The Bell & Hand, any time in the near future, might as well be the kiss of death. It’ll be the first place the police visit, and it’ll be up to Guy to hold down the fort.