Kiss Me in the Dark Anthology - Monica James Page 0,43

to check.” I kicked out my leg and took another spoon of granola. I didn’t know why we had to fly back to Kiznitch this week. I hate visiting the old land. It’s depressing as fuck and besides, I have everything that I want right here.

“Killian,” Dad barks. “Go and make sure.”

I tossed my spoon down into the ceramic bowl and kicked off from the chair. Fucking slaves. Why the fuck do we have them anyway. They’re nothing but annoying.

“Killian!” Kyrin calls out from the center stage. I must have been lost in my own head because I was still sitting in the same chair I was in minutes earlier.

“Yo?”

I watch as Sass and Callan make their way on stage, with Callan throwing me side-eyes. Callan is hot. As hot as you’ll get if you like them blonde, where I’m known to prefer mine on the darker side of the spectrum, which is what I always blame it on when I can’t help but seek out Sass.

I jack-knife up from my chair, tossing my t-shirt onto the seat in the front row and spread my arms wide. “What?”

“We need to practice.”

“Practice what?” I smirk. “I can make you lick my ass. Shall we practice that?” I wink at Kyrin, who flips me off.

Chuckling, I turn around quickly, just as Perse hits play on “All I Need” from Within Temptation. I’m shaking my head at her song choice when Saskia bumps right into my chest. My arms go out to steady her. “Wow.”

She jumps back from me as if I’ve assaulted her with my presence. “Sorry.” She attempts to step away and walk past me, only I counter her movement.

“What’s your problem?”

“I don’t have a problem,” she snaps, agitated.

Fuck, her eyes are blue. I’ve never in my life seen eyes like hers. I thought mine were different, but they ain’t got nothing on hers. With that olive skin, a jaw, sharp, yet delicate enough to cut through cold butter, rosy swollen lips and thick raven eyelashes, she’s everything that you would picture perfection to look like. I’m not shallow, I like my women flawed, which is what brings me to the other side of my attraction to Saskia Royal: confusion. Perfection makes me uncomfortable. I’ve been hyped up all my life based on my looks alone, I would never think that I’d be interested in the girl version of me.

“Yeah.” I narrow my eyes. “You do. Ever since you’ve been here, you’ve purposely made it obvious that you try to stay away from me.”

She keeps her eyes trained on mine, her arms crossing in front of herself, only pushing up her tits and causing them to spill out of her little sports bra. Typical little dancer body on her, only this one has wide hips to grab onto and some jiggle to her round ass.

“So, which is it, Killian?” Her voice is gentle, but her words are jagged. “Am I ignoring you, or am I hostile toward you?”

“I don’t fucking know, baby, you tell me.”

She dismisses me, repeating her cute little sidestep, only I meet her again, and she slams into my chest again.

“What’d I fucking do?”

She scowls at me. “What’s the matter? Don’t like it when a girl doesn’t fall to her knees with your presence?”

I chuckle, allowing her through, but turning around to throw one more attack out. “I’ll have you on your knees soon enough.”

She stills and then continues to the stage.

“Do you have to antagonize her? Just put her in the basket of Girls Killian Can’t Fuck. I’m sure she’ll be happy being the only one in there.” Keaton nudges, handing me my bandana.

I tie it around my mouth, watching as she stretches and warms up her body. “Fuck that,” I answer. “It’s not even like that. Hell, she can hate me all she wants, but I want to fucking know why.”

“Maybe she doesn’t hate you?” Maya states, coming up behind Keaton. “Maybe she just doesn’t want you, Kill.”

I gape at her. “Everyone wants me.”

Maya snorts. “I don’t. Anymore.”

“Ouch!” I grasp my chest. “I’m hurt, boo. I’m hurt.”

“No one can hurt you…” Maya says. Her expression falls before she quickly recollects herself and squares her shoulders. I feel bad, and that’s saying something. I don’t feel anything—for anyone. I can’t help it, it’s who I am, how I was raised. My mom and dad only cared about one thing, and that was The Brotherhood. My mom didn’t care to raise me with giving a fuck about something