Feeling
like the biggest fool alive, Katherine scrambled off Kal's lap. The
walls guarding her heart slammed back into place. “I want you out of my house
and never come back.”
Kal
jumped up, stalked around the coffee table, and stopped in front of her. “I can’t
do that.”
Her
eyes narrowed, and she leaned forward slightly. “Let me make this crystal
clear. I may despise my parents, but I hate you with a passion so intense I’m
afraid I’ll explode. As sick and twisted as they are, at least my parents
discarded me because they thought
they were doing God’s will. You abandoned me because you’re a worthless
coward!”
“For
Christ’s sakes, Katherine. There’s more to it than that.” He grasped her arms.
“If you’ll stop insulting me, I’ll explain everything.”
“Let me go,” she said through gritted teeth.
“Not
until you hear me out.”
“Let
me go right now, or so help me.” She tried to jerk her arms out of his clasp,
but he tugged her closer.
He
stared down at her, his blue eyes dark with anger. “You’ll what? Tell me how
much you hate me? You’ve done that—repeatedly. I need you to sit down and
listen to me.”
With
a violent tug, she yanked free. “How dare you demand anything from me? And if
you think you have any rights where Ike is concerned, then you are more
deranged than I thought. Now leave before I call the cops.”
“Let’s
get something straight right now. I’m going to be there for my son whether you
like it or not.”
Without
thinking, she drew her arm back then shot it forward. As her hand connected
with his jaw, a sharp crack filled the room. His head snapped to the side.
She
didn’t see him move. But before she had time to register the burning pain on
her palm, his body was tight against hers, the hand she’d slapped him with
pinned behind her back, and her chin held steady in his taut grip.
His
expression turned thunderous; brows pulled together and eyes blackened with an
emotion she couldn’t name.
“Don’t
do that again, Katherine.”
“Or
what? You’ll hit me?”
“I’d
never touch you in violence, and it hurts me you’d suggest it.” His face
lowered until his lips were a hair’s breadth from hers. “My touch would only
bring you pleasure.”
His
words shot straight to the throbbing flesh between her thighs. Desire tried to
drop-kick anger aside. Neither would budge, so both fought for supremacy.
Desire
won.
Her
breathing turned to shallow gasps, which brought her breasts in contact with
his hard chest. Her nipples hardened.
Come on. Just do it. You’ve pleasured yourself to
his memory for ten years. Those memories are old, stale. Why not make a new one
to use for the next ten years? No! Don't be a fool. You know his touch comes with a price you’re not
willing to pay—your heart.
Kal released her chin and then smoothed his
hand over her cheek until he cupped the back of her head. His fingers tangled
in her hair. “Katherine,” he whispered before his lips claimed hers.
Prophecy's Child is coming soon.
