Page 22 of Killian's Vengeance

“Look, Killian, I know I didn’t have anything to do with it, but I really am so sorry about what happened to your friend. To Mac.” I needed to say his name. He had been real and as much as it sickened me that my flesh and blood had been involved with his untimely death, I couldn’t pretend he hadn’t existed. “It sounds like you guys were really close.”

Killian’s hand paused momentarily, but then resumed its slow, erotic movements. “We were. We were like brothers,” he said gruffly, the emotional topic making his throat sound tight and raw. My heart pinched, unable to avoid the waves of grief and sorrow emanating from him. “The three of us since we were kids. It’s why Cullen’s acting the way he is. Why I acted the way I did.” His breath tickled the side of my neck and my ear, adding to the sensual assault his fingers had already started. I tensed slightly at the mention of our unfortunate beginning.

His lips moved closer to my ear. “I am sorry about what happened. What I did to you. Well, sorry it hurt and scared you,” he said, his hand moving to my bottom and stroking the welt he’d left on my ass. “You probably don’t want to hear about how not sorry I am that you’re wearing this and how much these marks—my marks—turn me on.”

I sucked in a deep breath. I wanted to be horrified and disgusted at his admission. I should be sickened that the painful marks on my body aroused him, but for some reason, I wasn’t. His confession just made me feel hot and achy, needy and desperate. His hand slid back around my stomach, sliding just beneath the edge of my panties, skating across the sensitive skin just above my pubic area.

Oh god, oh god, oh god, I knew where this was headed.

Feeling ashamed of my easy capitulation, I rallied a little of my backbone. “Well, take a long hard look because it will be the last time you see marks like that on my skin.” I wanted to sound tart but ended up sounding more challenging. Was I daring him to do it again?

His chest shook lightly with a chuckle as he slid his hand back over the welt on my backside, then pinched the cheek of my ass sharply. “We’ll see.”

I gasped, but he quickly rubbed his hand over the pinched area, rubbing away the sting and only leaving heat and agitation. Only the agitation wasn’t on the skin of my ass, it was between my legs.

He moved his hand back to my stomach, and instead of hesitantly hovering around the edge of my waistband, he slid his hand right in, covering my pussy with his palm, but not moving it. I nearly jumped, but his other arm slid around my front, just under my breasts and held me tightly.

“Do you want me to continue, Willa?” he whispered seductively in my ear, his thumb reaching up from around my ribs to softly rub my hardened nipple through the thin fabric of my dress. “I’ve thought of nothing but getting back inside this tight little pussy. You have no idea what you did to me when you were taking the flogger. Fuck, so sexy.”

A finger joined his thumb on my nipple, pinching and pulling it as his lips and tongue nibbled the skin of my throat, biting gently onto the spot where my shoulder and neck joined. I started to pant lightly, but still felt the need to resist.

“I want to fuck you, Willa. I want to show you pleasure you’ve probably never experienced in your life. Definitely better than some needle-dicked college kid,” he growled.

I gasped, a thrill shooting through me. Had anyone just stated their intentions so directly to me before? “That’s a pretty bold declaration.”

“Are you asking for proof?” His teeth latched onto my earlobe and tugged, just as his fingers teased my nipple. I was going up in flames and needed to make a choice right now. A part of me, the one filled with reasoning and sensibility was urging me to get the hell up and leave. Or at the very least kick him out of the bed. Unfortunately, that part was being obliterated by the white-hot lust spiraling through me. It was telling me to give in, to lean into his touch and take what he was offering with both hands. I didn’t want to tell him to stop, I didn’t want to kick him out—I wanted more, more pleasure, more touching, more hypnotic, dirty words.

I wanted it all.

He suddenly removed his hands, his fingers releasing my throbbing nipple and his hand moved to rest benignly on my hip. He moved his head to rest on the pillow behind me and I was hit with a tidal wave of deprivation and desire. Whether he had stopped touching me out of consideration due to my lack of consent, or it was some sort of reverse psychology meant to make me ache for his touch, it worked because now I found myself yearning for those big, rough hands.

I reached up and grabbed the hand resting on my hip and shoved it back into my underwear. “Yes, I’m asking for proof.”

“Thank fucking god,” he breathed out, more than happy to take over now that I had given him the green light. He quickly stripped me out of my panties and reached for my little dress to do the same. I eagerly assisted, now that I’d finally given into my lust, I had decided to embrace the experience.

“Spread your legs,” Killian said assertively, and I immediately complied. There was something about the tone of his voice, his presence that struck something inside me, something had me mindlessly responding to his every command.

He slid down between my legs, landing biting kisses on my inner thighs, kisses I knew would leave marks. I guess he figured if I would let him use a whip to leave marks, he could do it himself.

Two of his fingers moved to the opening of my pussy and pushed in, aided by the copious wetness he’d already created there with his earlier teasing. His big, rough thumb circled my clit as his fingers moved with increasing force. He leaned in and sucked a particularly big hickey on the skin right next to the crease of my thigh, but the pain strangely merged with the pleasure he was creating in other areas of my body.

He added another finger and moved his mouth from my thigh to my clit, sucking strongly as his fingers moved at a faster pace. I’d had guys go down on me before, but I’d never gotten off on it. For some reason, the vulnerability of the position always made me too anxious to relax. And while most guys tried hard to make it good, they didn’t seem to know where to actually touch and just sort of moved all over the place. I was too uncomfortable to correct them, even guys I’d dated for a while.

Killian had no such problems.

He knew exactly where to touch, his fingers finding places inside of my body I never even knew existed. His tongue moved with precision, swirling and darting with such dizzying accuracy that I found myself hurled to the edge of orgasm almost immediately, my body convulsing and tightening as the wave of pleasure climbed higher.

Just as I hovered on the edge, he curved his fingers upward and rubbed, simultaneously moving his tongue with such hectic, pleasure-giving speed that my mind exploded as hot ribbons of ecstasy spiraled through my mind and echoed through my body.

“Oh my god,” I gasped, as my hands thrust into his hair, desperate to keep his mouth on my body, to extend the bliss even further. He reached up and grabbed my hands, holding them down at my side, while his tongue languidly moved over my clit, which throbbed with the last tremors of my orgasm. His fingers slid out of my body and I looked down to see him slide them in his mouth.

“Mmm. You taste better than I imagined,” he said huskily, then moved up my body, his skin felt scorching hot as he pressed his large frame down on mine. His forearms held the majority of his weight off of me, but had the effect of caging me in. His emerald eyes stared intently into mine, and I felt oddly unsettled at the feeling of vulnerability. Unsettled enough to close my eyes completely.

“Open your eyes,” he demanded immediately. Unable to resist his command, I grudgingly opened them back up. “Why are you hiding?”

“I’m not hiding,” I denied, but he was right. I had been hiding. There was something about him that I didn’t know how to deal with. Actually, everything about him felt like something I didn’t know how to deal with.

He stared at me skeptically and I conceded. “Okay, maybe I was hiding a little.”

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