Ravenous Kingpin (Kingpins of the Syndicate #4)

5. Killian

CHAPTER 5

Killian

I woke up feeling rested and refreshed for the first time in two decades. Rolling over, I reached for her, but all I got was cold sheets. I sat up and pushed a hand through my hair, surveying the room.

She’s gone.

Em, the woman who captivated me with her quick wit and fiery personality, was no longer here. As a matter of fact, there was no sign of her ever being here.

It was a fucking first for a woman to disappear on me.

Sliding out of bed, I made my way to the bathroom to check for any evidence. Nothing. Not even a stray hairpin or smear of makeup on the counter. I wrapped a hand around my morning wood and squeezed it in an effort to calm it down. I would have preferred to be going for another round with her, but it didn’t look like that’d be fucking happening.

Even at twenty-six, I recognized that last night was anything but ordinary.

I could tell myself that I didn’t care if she snuck out. After all, I’d fucked a lot of women. But… none of them had ever been as memorable as Em, who handed me the reins and gave herself over to the pleasure I was more than happy to offer her.

She writhed and screamed beneath me, and I wouldn’t let myself doubt that she enjoyed everything we did.

Shaking my head, I made my way into the shower when my gaze fell on the condom in the trash bin. I froze.

Right there, in the light of day, was something I’d missed.

Blood.

On the ripped condom and the washcloth that I cleaned her with. Fuck, how did I not see it? Could this mean…? Jesus. I’d felt a bit of resistance when I pushed inside her, and she was tight as hell, but she hadn’t given me any reason to think she was in pain. Fuck . I couldn’t deny the evidence at my feet here.

She was a virgin.

It was all the confirmation I needed that Em was mine. There was no way in fuck I was letting her go now that I knew she’d only ever taken my cock. In my world, virgins weren’t women you fucked and left. You put a ring on their finger and worshiped them.

While in the shower, my mind worked furiously, strategizing how I’d get my hands on information about her. I wanted her—right now, tomorrow, and forever.

Aside from the nightmares, my parents left me with a single piece of wisdom: if something was priceless, you made sure to snatch it.

And that girl was.

After my shower, I put a new suit on and made my way to the front desk, but no number of bribes or threats got me the full name of last night’s fling.

All I was left with was a lone syllable. Em.