Hot For Her Ex-Con (Dark Desires #7)

4. Allison

CHAPTER 4

Allison

“ W ho’s the biggest asshole in the street?”

I feel my face twist up at his strange question, but I can’t stop, or I won’t be able to keep up with his long strides as he scans the glowing squares of our neighbors’ living rooms.

The rain has stopped, but it’s a cold evening and feels extra dark for some reason.

“Ummm… You are?” I answer cautiously, almost certain that’s what he wants me to say.

Killian stops in his tracks, and I know I've said the wrong thing. I saw how close Killian was to living up to his namesake with my mom. The guy looked like he was ready to pull her head off just for turning up when she did.

But instead of angering him, my reply makes him laugh aloud.

“Apart from me… Who’s the one on this street everyone fucking hates?”

It’s been a few months, but I know that everyone hates number sixteen. Real piece of shit.

“That one,” I tell him firmly, pointing to the driveway a couple of doors down. Killian frowns with approval, eyeing the gleaming Mustang parked out front.

“Let’s go.” He shrugs, holding out his huge hand, which mine curls into instantly.

That same giddy feeling I got when I walked in on him washes over me all over again, making me feel like I’m floating instead of walking with him.

And as much as I should be worried about just what he’s planning exactly, scared even, I can’t help but feel like I’ve found the one person in the world I can finally trust.

Killian glances up and down the street before eyeballing into the car and opening the unlocked passenger door for me.

I don’t even hesitate, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world to be stepping into a soon-to-be-stolen car with the man I just met. The crazed maniac who tore our door off so he could?—

Oh my… Does he really want to? With me?

Woah…

The thought makes me chew my lip with a mix of excitement and just a little trepidation.

‘Withered arm’ indeed…

Guy’s hung like a fucking mule. The real question is, could I take all of him?

Man’s got size everywhere it counts and then some. Plus, most importantly for me, he’s a gentleman—in his own strange, almost scary kind of way.

“See? Destiny.” He smiles, settling himself behind the wheel and lifting the keys from the ignition, like he’s proving an imaginary point to me.

“What about your parole?” I exclaim way too loudly, covering my own big mouth once I hear it echo off the empty street.

Killian ignores my question, busying himself, rolling the car down the street a while before starting up and driving at a safe and respectable speed.

“Check the glove box,” he orders me calmly, watching the traffic and mirrors as if…

As if he's just stolen your neighbor’s car… with you in it?

Yeah. Something like that, I guess.

“Man like this is either too trusting or too full of himself…” Killian muses, thumbing the wallet I pass him, but his edgy glances and tense arm on the wheel are making me nervous.

As soon as I feel some uncertainty about all of this rising, he slows the car, looking over to me and creasing the edge of his mouth.

“This is destiny, Allison. Don’t be scared. I’ve waited a long time for this, and so far, everything’s running like clockwork.”

“I-I’m not scared…” I wheeze, swooning at a single glance from him. The rasped words are like invisible fingers all over my body, making me forget about everything except how good it felt to see him half naked like that… how much it makes me want him to pleasure me as hard as he was pleasuring himself.

I don't know what comes over me, but before he speeds up, I lean over, craning my neck and planting a clumsy, wet kiss on his scratchy cheek.

I make a stupid sound, like a little girl. My face gets hot, and I can feel myself dying because I've just done the single dumbest thing I could have today.

Apart from maybe covering for the same crazy madman in the process.

“W-why did you do that, Allison?” he asks me, sounding aloof. Cold.

But the smile creeping at the edge of his lips and the inferno I can see ignite in his penetrating black eyes ask me a different question. A question I can literally hear as his voice in my mind.

Did you like it, Allison? Did you like what you saw?

Don’t you just want to bounce on the end of my big, fat dick?

My head nods, and I murmur, “Uh-huh…” dreamily answering my own mental question without answering his.

“I said, why’d you go and do that, Allison?” he asks me again, lifting his brow just enough to let me know there’s no wrong answer.

“T-to thank you for saving me from that maniac, of course!” I exclaim, trying to sound lighthearted about it, but it's clear my little peck was more akin to turning all three keys on a nuclear device.

That’s the impression I get from the rush of heat between my legs that makes me squirm in my seat, desperate for the chance to get that close to him again already.

Killian hums low with approval, relaxing to the point of almost looking normal. It’s what I imagine meeting a celebrity up close would be like, but I can’t help feeling myself falling deeper by the second for someone I know the whole world would want to tell me is nothing but bad news.

Trouble. Big trouble. With a capital ‘T’.

I know, I know. I’ve seen for myself just how much trouble this guy’s carrying.

Almost panting by the time he says anything, the dim street lamps of the crumbling suburbs have given way to the fiery glow of looming overhead freeway lights.

I can’t take my eyes off Killian. Studying him, I guess, and he knows it. But maybe I’m not wanting to or not ready to know exactly what makes Killian tick… or what he’s done.

Mom and I didn't exactly have much of a family reunion back there. But it's the longest we’ve spoken without screaming and the first time I've seen her in about nine months.

Just watching Killian… happy like this. Feeling at ease for the first time in my life with someone. Maybe it is like he said. Destiny.

“I think you should call your mom, but wait a while.”

Again, I nod without thinking. Agreeing to anything and everything out of his mouth. Even mentioning my mom doesn’t change my growing and most likely dangerous fascination with him.

“Where are we going, exactly?” I finally ask. So far, everything Killian has done really does look like he’s running on some kind of schedule. But no way could anyone have planned anything he’s done so far. He just makes it all look… easy.

He slows down, and the interior of the car fills with red flashing lights. My heart stops at the thought that it's all over. That we’ve been busted after all.

But it’s only a railway crossing. The clang of the bells syncopates between pulses of red light, which makes me realize just how fast my heart’s been beating.

“I’ve got something to do, and there’s no way I was leaving you back there…”

I open my mouth to say something, anything to try and make some more sense of what I’ve really gotten myself into.

The blast from a train’s horn makes my ears ring. The steady mechanical sound of freight moving at five miles an hour lets me know I have at least a few minutes before we’re moving again.

“I almost didn't come back,” I finally manage to explain, but really I’m just thinking aloud. “After Dad left because of her constant fear of him cheating, on top of her drinking, Mom got real bad. I left not long after.”

Killian isn’t fazed. It’s pretty boring hearing it out loud, really. I feel suddenly stupid telling him that, though.

“So, what was it you had to do?” I ask swiftly, desperate to change the subject.

“I have to kill someone. Shouldn’t take long.”