Page 82 of Merciless Prince
His hand moved to free his cock from his briefs. Then he pressed the head right up to my slick entrance, making me whimper with desperation.Oh, god… yes.
A low groan escaped Killian’s mouth as he rolled his hips, burying himself deep inside me. “Oh, fuck,” he growled, eyelids heavy with pleasure. “I love your pussy. So wet but still so fucking tight.”
He thrust even deeper, bottoming out, and my eyes rolled back. “Yes,” I moaned. “Don’t stop. Don’t ever fucking stop.”
Killian had fucked me before, but it was different now that I actually knew it was him. Rougher, more dangerous. Lust blended with hatred. Pleasure laced with pain.
He withdrew and slammed into me again, making me cry out. Then he moved the knife up to my face and pressed the handle between my lips. “Clean it,” he commanded, sliding the handle all the way into my mouth.
I did as he said, tasting the sweet, coppery tang of my juices as I licked the hard black material clean.
The knife clattered to the floor a second later, and Killian’s hands moved to my throat, squeezing me hard enough to make me gasp for air. “You’re mine,” he muttered as he fucked me, mouth barely an inch from my lips. “My favorite toy. You know that, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I choked out.
“Come,” he ordered. “Come on my cock.”
His deep voice pushed me right over the edge, making me come harder than ever before. I screamed so loud my voice cracked, and Killian pulled out and thrust in once more, burying himself deep as he released his pent-up rage and hatred with a raw, primal groan.
When he finally pulled out of me, we were both panting, lungs struggling to fill with air. I stared at him as he zipped his pants back up, and for a few seconds, I was able to convince myself that everything was fine; that he’d let me go now. But then his face went blank, and his hands moved to the leather cuffs to release me, letting me slide unceremoniously to the floor. After that, he picked up his knife, turned around, and strode out of the room without another word.
I heard the key turn in the lock a second later.
I curled up in a ball and squeezed my eyes shut, body trembling as sobs wracked my chest. This new room was a lot nicer than the dungeon, but in the end… it was still a prison.
24
Killian
I stared at my laptop,watching as the words on the screen blurred together.
I’d been working on a business management paper for several hours to get my mind off Shay, but no matter how hard I tried to concentrate, I couldn’t stop thinking about her.
The look on her face last night when she found out she’d already fucked me multiple times was priceless. She turned bright red with shame and refused to meet my eyes, and at the same time, her pussy started leaking juices all over my hand. That was when I learned she liked to be humiliated. Maybe she didn’t know she liked it yet, but her body sure as hell knew.
I should’ve known already, to be honest. Not many girls would let a faceless stranger fuck them in a public hallway with a raging party only a few yards away. Not many girls would let that same stranger into their room in the middle of the night and allow him to handcuff them and fuck them until they were swollen and bruised, either.
Shay would. Shedid.
She acted so sweet and innocent, spreading around that ridiculous lie about being unable to come from sex, but the truth was, she fucking loved it. She was a slut, and a kinky one at that.
My phone suddenly buzzed on my desk, knocking me out of my reverie.
It was Derrick.Hey, man. Did you hear back from the investigator about those girls Shay told you about?
My lips flattened into a thin line, and I tapped out a reply.Not yet. Later today, hopefully.
He didn’t reply to that, so I returned my attention to my laptop. My thoughts, as always, drifted back to Shay.
Last night, when she begged me to fuck her with those tears glistening in her eyes, the hard shell around me seemed to crack into pieces and fall away. She looked so fragile. So beautiful. So irresistible.
It was like she’d cast a spell over me. I wasn’t supposed to fuck her. I was only supposed to torment her with the promise of an orgasm to force the truth out of her. But when I heard all those sinful words spilling from her lips and felt her pussy dripping all over me, I couldn’t resist. The urge overwhelmed me, drowning out every word of protest in my mind, and before I knew it, I was sinking balls-deep inside her, ready to fuck her until she cried.
It wasn’t the first time. Not even close.
She’d had this disturbing effect on me ever since she pranced her way into my life—I hated her but I fucking wanted her anyway. I knew I shouldn’t give in to the twisted impulse, but I almost always did. Every time it happened, regret and shame seeped through me like lava in my veins.
The first time I fucked Shay, I thought it was a one-off. I was tipsy from tequila shots, and she was right there in front of me, looking sexy as hell in that tight, revealing dress. I was wearing a mask, so I figured she’d never know it was me she was dancing with. I thought I could leave it at that, just one dance so I could run my hands over those delicious curves, but then she leaned in and asked me to take her somewhere else. Somewhere we could be alone.
