He spits again and uses his thumb to rub it in, dipping inside me just enough to make me gasp and moan. “You like it too, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I answer, because there’s no point in denying it. “I like when you use me and choke me and spank me. You’re the only one who can make me come like that.”

“And I’m gonna fucking make you come like that,” he growls, teasing my clit with the tip of his finger while his hand tightens just a little bit more around my throat. “But first I’m gonna make you beg for it.”

That’s all he has to say. “Please, Killian,” I whimper, loving and hating at the same time the way he has this kind of power over me. When I’m with him, it’s like I can’t wait to give up control, to let him take over and take me to a place where I don’t have to think or care or lead. I don’t have to be strong—just strong enough to endure whatever he decides to dish out.

And I know that no matter how dirty he talks or how roughly he treats me that he will never, ever truly hurt me. Not even by accident. I don’t have to worry about my wounds or my stitches when I’m with Killian because I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that he’s already taken those things into consideration.

That’s just how he is, and just one of the reasons why I love him.

“Keep those legs spread wide,” he flicks my clit, pulling me from my thoughts as my whole body reflexively raises up off the mattress. “Don’t make me tell you again, siren. Or I might have to stop being nice.”

I know that’s the only warning I’ll get, but what I don’t expect is for him to drive his cock into me while his hand is stillwrapped around my throat. He leans in, thrusting all the way to the hilt in one long, smooth motion that fills me completely.

“Fuck, that’s tight,” his voice seems to rumble through me as his fingers flex around my throat. “You like that? Like having this cock inside you?”

He loosens his grip just enough for me to nod and suck in a deep breath before he completely cuts off my air flow.

“Yeah, I know you do.” He picks up the pace, thrusting a little harder with every passing second. “You love my cock. You’d do anything to get me to fuck you like this every day, wouldn’t you?”

I can’t answer him now, when all my focus is on the fullness in my pussy and the way my lungs are starting to burn. He’s literally fucking the breath right out of me, and I have no way of getting it back until he decides to let me inhale again.

“I’m gonna make you come like this,” he says, his body slamming into mine. My fingers and toes are starting to tingle and my vision is closing in at the edges. “Gonna fuck you until you pass out. Would you like that, siren? You want this big dick to put you to sleep?”

The whole room is starting to spin a little, but I don’t care. The way he’s pounding into me and the dirty words falling from his mouth are pushing me higher and higher until I can’t possibly hold back anymore.

“Do you want me to let you come?” I’m not sure why he’s asking, because we both know the answer. Still, I nod because I’m a good girl for him, and that’s what good girls do. “Say please.”

“P-Please,” I manage even though my airflow has completely stopped thanks to the pressure from his hand.

“That’s all I wanted to hear.”

He takes his hand away completely and the sudden rush of oxygen is too much. I’m coming again, relentlessly, squirting allover his cock even as I feel him start to flood me with his own orgasm.

“Fuck,” he growls, reaching for my neck one more time because he knows—he fucking knows just as well as I do—that it’s the only thing that’ll make this climax more intense.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant in time with his last few thrusts as he fucks me through the waves of pleasure. “Oh my god. I need you… stay with me, please. Don’t move.”

His mouth finds mine and he eases his grip as he lowers himself onto the bed next to me.

“Do you feel better?” I ask once I’ve had a chance to catch my breath.

He nods.

“Princess will be okay,” I say, propping my head up with my elbow so I can look into his eyes again. “I mean that. I’m not sure how we’ll manage it, but we’re going to make it happen.”

I wait a beat, in case he wants to tell me how crazy and reckless it would be to launch a full-blown rescue mission for a cat. The fact that he doesn’t try to talk me out of it speaks volumes.

“You love her, don’t you?”

He nods again. “I do. There’s very little that I love in this world, but the people I love? And that animal? I love them with my whole heart. My whole being.”

“I know,” I whisper, leaning in to kiss him again because I know I’m included in the very short list of things he loves. “And that’s one of the things I love the most about you.”

Before either of us can say anything else, Nico bursts into the room. His eyes go wide for a split-second as he takes in the twisted sheets and our entwined, naked bodies. There’s no jealousy and no heat in his gaze though. Only concern.

“I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I’m afraid playtime is over for now.”