“Oh, were you talking to the voices?” He side-eyed me. “You have them too. What do they say?”
I was right. Hawke was a ball of crazy. A hot one, like insanely hot, but it did nothing to dim the crazy that oozed out of his pores.
“No,” I said.
His pouty lips dipped in a frown. “Oh, that’s okay. I can help you get them. That way, you’ll never be lonely.”
My hands tightened on the wheel. “Who said I was lonely?”
The car went silent as Hawke didn’t answer me. I peeked at him, and all he did was stare at me intently. His almond-shaped eyes were rimmed with black, some of the makeup smeared in the corners creating more shadows.
“What?” I rolled to a stop at the light and finally turned to face Hawke.
“You and Samson are similar. Lying to yourselves,” Hawke said.
“Don’t compare me to you guys. I don’t have a god complex.”
“Yet,” Hawke said.
“I will shove you out of my car.”
The light turned green, and I headed back toward the house. I should drop Hawke off at his but remembering his mother was the one who’d given him the scar, I kept my mouth shut. When the hell had I become some bleeding heart? There had to be something in the air. I couldn’t stand the kings.But Hawkes is not that bad.Ugh, even my own brain was against me.
“Go ahead,” Hawke said.
I shook my head. “You get off on violence, don’t you?”
He winked at me and sat back in my seat. “Want to find out?”
The momentI walked through Keegan’s bedroom door, I went to the bed.
“Don’t you even think about it,” she said through gritted teeth.
“If I do, are you going to punish me?”
My cock was constantly hard around Keegan. I wanted to see how violent she could get.What does her face look like when she is so enraged that all inhibition vanishes?
She stared at me with her startling green eyes. “Hawke, I’m serious. You stink, and I don’t want it on my sheets.”
“So, no to the punishment?”
She rolled her eyes and headed toward the bathroom. “Not at the moment. Everything I can think of right now, I know you will enjoy too much for it to be counted as a punishment.”
“Try.” The word dripped heavily from my mouth as the constant swirl of heat in the pit of my stomach drifted to the rest of my body.
I followed her into the bathroom, watching as she undressed. Every scrap of clothing was peeled away from her flesh. There were a few small scars on her lower back. I moved closer for a better look, and my fingers hovered over one. It looked like it was from an animal. Another set of scars wasn’t too far from it. Four white lines. They had to be a few years old.
Keegan’s back stiffened, and much like when I hugged her, there was an apprehension. She craved touch. I could tell we had the same need. Maybe that was why I was so drawn to her.
Her shoulders rose before she let out a heavy sigh. “I was, umm, doing something, and I hadn’t noticed the dog. It was off its chain and chased me down. Nicked me a few times.”
“Whose dog?”
Keegan glanced over her shoulder. “What?”
As I stared at her, determined to get the answer, she shook her head. “I have no idea.” A smile played on her lips. “You look ready to murder but not the dog. You want the person.” She laughed.
“Of course. Domesticated animals aren’t inherently cruel. It’s the people who raise them that are.”