Deadly Seduction by Selene Chardou Read Free Book Online

It was then I noticed it. Right there, on his forearm, was a “C” in Celtic-style lettering and the words, Beidh mé ag cuimhneamh ort underneath in fancy lettering.
     
    Loire had done the tattoo and I knew enough Irish Gaelic—after spending six months of my life in Belfast in what seemed to be a lifetime ago—to know it read, I will remember you .
     
    The waterworks began and soon, I was sobbing though I bit my lip and tried to stay quiet. I didn’t want him to wake up to see me like this because it wouldn’t fundamentally change anything. My parents had been gung-ho about the idea of adoption, the same way they were now gung-ho about taking Misty’s baby away from her once she gave birth.
     
    It was tit for tat.
     
    The Coxes were allowed to keep my child with Cillian therefore they would be allowed to take Misty’s child by my brother, Drake.
     
    Not that I blamed them.
     
    Misty was known as a party girl and she wasn’t in a fit state to raise a child. My parents were actually doing her a favor.
     
    Perhaps like they’d done with Cillian and I.
     
    We couldn’t have raised our son, not at the age of sixteen.
     
    It was better that Conan ended up with a nice, loving, stable Irish Catholic family who bore the last name Cox. He still inherited his birthright even if it wasn’t with us.
     
    The tears had dried upon my face as I still circle the spot with “C” and the words in Gaelic on Cillian’s arm.
     
    I didn’t know what was wrong with me but I knew it was a bad idea to have him, naked in my bed, beside me.
     
    “What’s wrong?” he asked and I realized he was awake though I had absolutely no idea how long he’d been up.
     
    His voice startled me out of my contemplation and I looked over in his direction. His eyes are incredibly pale in the moonlight as it seeped through my slightly parted Venetian blinds and my eyes were glued to his, unable to look away.
     
    “Nothing… everything . How drunk was I to let you stay over?”
     
    “Drunk enough, and for your information, I’m as sober as a judge. I haven’t had a drink in more than six hours and besides a puff of your primo chronic before you hit the bed, I am completely here with you. I know you’ve been crying but I don’t know what it was about so I’d rather not ask.”
     
    “ Beidh mé ag cuimhneamh ort …I honestly thought I was the only one who kept his memory alive even if he wasn’t with us. I never got it tattooed but I never needed to…Conan is tattooed on my soul, and I can’t ever forget him, no matter how hard I try.”
     
    “Neither can I.” Cillian shifted in the bed and turned his body toward me. “I can’t forget one damn thing about that time in our lives, babe. I tried to—God knows I did with drugs, booze and women but…Brianna could never measure up and I have been playin’ myself all these years. I wanted so badly to believe we could make a life with one another eventually and all I did was fuck up every potential chance I ever had with you.”
     
    I turned my body toward him and felt his erection pressed against my body. Shit, I was in a really bad situation because if I was being honest with myself, I would admit I couldn’t see past him. He was the past and how could I move on when I truly never wanted to? When all I wanted was a second chance for us that would never happen, not if I had to defend him in the courtroom.
     
    “Don’t do it…if you don’t kill this guy then maybe…we can try again. We aren’t broken…perhaps we’re a little bent but we can try again, and if I let this one chance slip through my fingers, I know I’ll never be happy. Maybe content but never truly satisfied because I won’t have you.”
     
    Cillian pulled me toward him before he flipped us over and I was underneath all of his powerful and radiating maleness. He spread my legs with firm thighs and planted himself between me though I still wore my pajamas.
     
    “You know when Dizzy gives me an