Page 46 of Killian's Vengeance

His head jerked toward me, his brow puckered. “What? No, of course not.” He threw his phone down and climbed into the bed with me. “Why would you ask that?”

“You seem, I don’t know, distant.” I felt so weird asking him about his feelings. Were we even dating?

“It’s been a long day. Long couple of weeks. I’m just tired, Willa, not mad,” he said, then landed a hard, very brief kiss on my mouth that seemed more calculated to shut me up than offer affection.

That fleeting contact reminded me that he hadn’t kissed me, really kissed me, since the first time we had sex. Being tied to a spanking bench had also severely limited the opportunities to kiss, which was probably intentional on his end. It was frustrating, but this definitely wasn’t the time to discuss it. I had other worries to deal with, like my crazy sister.

I bit my lip, debating whether I should ask my next question. “Can I talk to her?”

He tensed, but only pulled me to his chest and rubbed his hands soothingly up and down my back. I was still wearing the club t-shirt and a pair of panties, which his hand quickly slid inside of to rub my still sore ass.

He gave my cheeks a quick, firm squeeze that had me squealing in pain. “Hey, that hurts,” I complained, reaching back to remove his hand.

“I know,” he said wolfishly, ignoring the tug of my hand, keeping his palm firmly attached to my backside. He gave it another little squeeze and that hint of pain had heat flaring between my legs. God, had he conditioned me? Was I going to stub my toe and end up having an orgasm?

“I bet if I felt your pussy right now, it’d be wet,” he whispered darkly in my ear, giving me a light pinch on my still scorched ass.

I flushed. “Well, regardless of its current state, that area is out of commission for a bit.”

“Still sore, sweetheart?” he asked, sliding his hand between my legs, as if his fingers could heal my condition.

Sweetheart? I warmed at the unexpected endearment, but quickly grabbed his wrist and moved his hand back to my ass. “Yes, definitely. You’re freaking huge and you didn’t exactly take it easy on me. And besides all that, this is the most action that area has seen in my life.”

His hands tightened on my ass, but he said nothing. When I looked up at him, his jaw was tight, and his eyes were flaring with possessive heat. “Is that so?” he said in a raspy, territorial voice. His dick was now a railroad spike between us, stiff and hot. His hand slid between the crease of my ass. “You know, there are other places to?—”

I gasped and grabbed his hand just as his fingers ghosted over the virgin entrance in question. “Hey! I think I’ve indulged in enough sexual debauchery to last me a while. I’m not prepared to break into new territory and I’ve never had anything back there.”

Instead of cooling him down, my words had the opposite effect. He gave a throaty growl and rolled me over, holding my hands down beside my head. “So, your cute little asshole is a virgin?”

I rolled my eyes at his language. “Good Lord,” I mutter in embarrassment. “Yes.”

He ducked his head into my neck and gave me a sucking kiss to the throat. “Jesus. That’s so fucking hot. You have to let me fuck you there.” His voice was half demanding, half pleading, as he ground his dick against my hip. My legs, having a mind of their own slid open and he quickly slotted himself between, his dick sliding wetly against my now pulsing pussy.

“No way,” I half-groaned as the head of his dick rubbed against my clit.

“You would love it.”

“I think I’ve hit my weekly quota of things I now realize I love in bed. We should really save something for next week.”

His eyebrows popped up and he shot me a mischievous grin. “So, I can pencil that in for next week?”

I snorted and slapped his arm but felt a trickle of warmth at him referencing our relationship in the future tense, even if it was just a week. I figured after capturing Lily, we’d be over. Thinking of Lily reminded me of my original question.

I shot him an annoyed look. “Hey! I asked if I could see my sister. Were you trying to derail me with…with…butt sex?”

He guffawed. “I was dead serious about the butt sex, trust me.” His expression sobered and he looked distinctly uncomfortable. “As for your sister, I don’t think you should talk to her right now, Willa.”

I frowned and sat up. “Why not? Maybe I can get some information.”

He sat up against the headboard, running an agitated hand through his hair. “Your sister…she’s a fucking cold-hearted bitch. I don’t like the idea of you interacting with her.”

“Why?”

“She’s a fucking psycho.”

“Killian!”

He pressed his lips together, his discomfort more evident now. “I’m serious. She’ll try to manipulate you, make you feel guilty, make you feel bad for her. She’ll just end up upsetting you.”

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