Page 63 of Pretty Threats

When his cock pushes into me, I sink my teeth into my lip. In this position, he feels excruciatingly big. And also, really good. Grabbing his shoulders, I try to hold on.

“Fuck, yes,” he growls in my ear. “Your pussy’s all soft and wet. See? You don’t care if I’m rough. When it’s me, you like being used.”

I do, actually, but I don’t admit it. Instead, I shudder and hold on tighter.

He moves his arm behind me to protect me from the rough wall, then resumes. His thrusts are nothing short of a collision inside me. I whimper and grind against him. This is raw and painful and at the same time, so erotic my clit burns with need.

Pleasure and pain tangle together until they’re all I can think about. My groans get louder as he fucks me harder.

“I’m close,” I rasp.

He pins me and rocks his hips back and forth so he’s pressing right against my clit. I scream as I come undone.

The orgasm is fierce, and my lower body spasms uncontrollably. Killian returns to pounding into me until he comes, too.

When he finally sets me on my feet, my legs shake, and I almost crumple to the ground. His arm catches me and holds me against him. I drop my dress so I can hold his forearms to steady myself.

“Is that how you used them?” I whisper.

“What?” He knots the condom and tosses it on the ground before putting his cock away and zipping his trousers.

“The women you guys hired? Was it so you could screw them roughly against a wall?”

That’s really none of my business. Except that we’re acting like a couple, which makes his sex life my concern. The same way he’s always acted like mine is his.

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KILLIAN

“When I fuck a pro—or anyone other than you—I don’t do it against the wall. Too much work.” I grab the back of Raine’s silky hair and pull her head back. She tries to turn it, but my mouth chases hers until it gets what it wants.

She submits to the kiss—because she’s got no choice.

When my tongue is done tasting her, I pull back, let go of her hair and pick her up. As I toss her over my shoulder, she squeaks a protest I answer with a swat on her ass.

Her voice is strangely deep as she hangs upside down, trying to continue the conversation. “If I’m being honest, it bothers me that you hired sex workers.”

“If I’m being honest, it bothered me that you tried to get me out of your life.”

I pull the door open and step into the light. The party’s definitely winding down because the level of noise is a dull hum now. My hands grab Raine’s waist to lower her to the floor.

Her skin’s glowing. Freshly fucked, she looks even more beautiful than usual.

She runs a hand through her mussed hair. “I—had to. I had to push you away, or I’d have felt complicit.”

“You were.”

Raine sucks in a breath, her eyes suddenly wild.

“Yeah, sorry, you were. I warned you not to go out with him. You did it anyway. Wanna keep me from hurting random guys? Don’t fucking date them.”

“I won’t. But you’d better be nice.”

“Nice to who?”

“Me!”

“When am I ever not?”

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