I feel a smirk spreading on my lips. Kay hates those smirks, calls them devilish.
"I made you feel good when I fucked your beautiful cunt while you were bent over this very counter?"
Her eyes flutter shut, her hand fisting on my chest. "Yeah."
"And I made you feel good when I took your tight ass in my bed?"
She shudders. "Yes." Her eyes open again, but she stays focused on the ink on my body. "Why did you do it? Why did you make me come back one night every week?"
I pause, hesitating to tell her the truth. In the end, I don't want to lie to her. I don't need to. She's not going anywhere.
"It was to my advantage to have someone from the Kings at my mercy, Kayla. Back then, I didn't have the power to unite the North Shore, but I needed peace anyway. I could keep control of NSC because they worked for me. I needed to keep you scared to have a hold on the Kings. It was just…"
"Business," she adds when I trail off.
