Page 47 of Killian's Vengeance

I bristled at how he was characterizing my sister, though if I were honest with myself, it wasn’t far off from my own conclusions. While I was elated that he wanted to protect me, I was unhappy that he’d see me as someone easily manipulated. “First of all, it’s not very flattering to my intelligence that you assume I’m such a pushover, that I’d fall for her manipulation.”

His expression softened and he stroked my cheek with his thumb. “It’s not a reflection of your intelligence, baby. It’s a reflection of your kindness, your humanity. You care about people and their feelings. She knows she can use that to her advantage. She can’t manipulate me or Cullen because we don’t give a fuck about her and we’re not remotely kind.”

I shook my head, stunned that he would say such a thing as he gently stroked my cheek and soothed my hurt feelings. Killian had been kind to me a hundred ways.

“Your sister is the same as us. She doesn’t give a fuck. Actually, she may be worse because I can’t imagine I’d sell out my own flesh and blood. But her…”

“Killian, I know she’s done some bad things,” I started and when he raised an eyebrow at my tame language, I amended it. “Awful, terrible, vile things. But we’re still blood. Maybe I can get some valuable information out of her and you guys can make some kind of deal with her? I can help you guys, save you valuable time.”

“Willa,” he said in a chastising tone. He crossed his arms, giving me his most severe expression, the one he wore when we first met.

“Please,” I said, giving him my most potently sad, puppy dog face. He continued to stare at me stonily, but eventually I saw him start to break down. His nostrils flaring, his jaw ticking, his lips twitching. He wanted to give in to me, and it bugged the shit out of him that he did.

I leaned up and gave him soft kisses on the jaw, while my hand made its way between his legs and started stroking his still half-hard dick. I pulled the blanket aside and swiped my tongue over the tip of his swelling cock, causing him to jolt and hiss.

He looked at me in heated surprise. “You want to use sex to get your way?”

I shrugged and grinned. “It depends, will it work?”

He looked to be fighting a smile, but drove his hand into my hair, urging my mouth back down on his eager cock. “It definitely won’t hurt your cause.”

I ran my tongue along the underside of the head of his cock, flicking it delicately as he groaned deeply. “Suck, Willa,” he growled.

His harsh command sent heat spiraling through me as I sank my mouth down his length until the head bumped into my throat. I used my hand to stroke the inches left unattended by mouth. My mouth slowly slid back up his hot flesh, my tongue lashing the sensitive skin unable to get enough of the taste and feel of him.

“Fuck, yes, Willa,” he groaned, once again pushing me down on his dick. “You look so fucking sexy with your pretty mouth stuffed with my cock.”

He held tight to my hair as he guided my head to the exact rhythm he needed, my saliva sliding down to gather around my pumping fist. His hips started driving his cock in and out of my mouth, the head hitting the back of my throat causing me to choke.

“That’s right. Swallow that dick. Fuck,” he ordered in response to my gagging.

I peeked up at him and was stunned by the carnal ferocity of his expression. His green eyes blazed as they fixated on my mouth, but when he noticed me staring at him, he held my gaze.

“Keep fucking looking at me, Willa. I’m going to come so fucking hard down your throat,” he gritted, his hips snapping more quickly.

I moaned, his words unbearably arousing.

“Fuck, keep doing that,” he snapped through gritted teeth.

I continued moaning and the vibrations from my vocal cords had him groaning and releasing heavily down my throat. “Holy fuck,” he groaned. My mouth stayed on him until his cock had fully softened.

“Jesus Christ,” he breathed, pulling me to lie on his chest. “I think you just fucking killed me.”

My original motivation for giving him head had been to bribe him to let me see Lily, but now I found myself squirming as heat throbbed between my legs. I heard a low chuckle and looked up to see Killian’s grinning face.

“What?”

“You’re turned on, aren’t you?”

I scowled. “No,” I denied, embarrassed by my own transparency.

“Nice try,” he said, sliding his hand between my legs. “Christ, you’re drenched, Willa.” His finger swirled around my clit, making me moan with mounting need. “Want me to kiss it and make your sore, wet pussy better?” he asked, echoing his earlier offer, landing hot kisses on my neck.

I gasped but nodded my head. “Yes, please.”

“Fuck, you’re so sweet,” he whispered and started sliding down my body, but before he went too far away, I thrust my fingers in his hair to stop him.

“Will you let me talk to my sister, Killian?”

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