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“I donotwant a lecture from you!” I hiss. “I would rather be an ant than a cruel billionaire with no respect for people or boundaries. I’d rather die poor than become anything like you.”
“Then you’re nowhere near as smart as I pegged you to be,” Killian snaps. “For the record, there are people I respect, but only those who earn it. You want my respect? Work for it.”
“I don’t wantanythingfrom you. I want you to lose your interest in me, delete that rape-tape, and let me thefuckgo!”
I’m panting in the aftermath of my outburst, digging my nails into my knees. Killian, in stark contrast,yawns. “Seven weeks to go. You’ll survive—or you won’t. Either way, I’ll get what I want; whatyouget out of this is entirely dependent on you.”
My jaw clenches. Before I can start screaming at him, yetanotherknock comes at the banister, and a waiter files in, asking politely if we’re enjoying our meal.
“Yes,” Killian says. “I plan to eat my fill of dessert. No more interruptions until we walk out; I don’t want the manager, sommelier, or anyone knocking. Got it?”
My stomach sinks, and the swarm of bees inside me turns into an angry hornet’s nest. I can only imagine that Killian’s demanding privacy because he plans to engage in indecent behavior.
“Of course, sir.”
“Excellent. You’re excused.” As soon as the waiter walks out, Killian addresses me. “Pull down your panties and get your ass on this table.”
Chapter Nineteen
Lyra
Iswallow harshly, glancing around the enclosed space. There’s no one here to save me or give me reprieve. I can’t refuse Killian without him destroying me. If he wants to fuck me on this table, that’s exactly what he’ll get, and I’m powerless to say no.
There have been very few times where I’ve hated my life as much as I do now.
“Here?” I ask quietly.
“No, on the moon,” Killian quips. “Yes, here. Right now. Ass on the table, Lyra. Don’t make me ask again.”
“Don’t you think we’d draw attention—”
“I don’t give a shit what attention we draw. In case you get any bright ideas after our arrangement is up about telling the world how horrible I am, this will serve nicely as the beginnings of a paper trail. Half of the restaurant’s staff have seen us together. I fired a woman for insulting you. I have witnesses to attest that I’m quite enamored with you, and that you’re my date. Now, if the whole restaurant hears you scream, that could only improve things.”
My eyes flutter closed. Even this lunch is calculated. Everything Killian does seems to be meticulously planned and accounted for;there are no wasted moments or useless hours with him. Everything has a purpose, including me.
My purpose is to get him off and effectively be his sex slave for the next two months.
I can’t hide the tremble in my body as I stand up, reach beneath my dress, and hook my thumbs under the waistband of my panties. I start dragging them down my legs, preparing to deal with yet another humiliation.
At the end of our deal, I’m going to be an expert at putting up with assault. The only way I can think of retaining some dignity is by screwing over Killian, even if he never knows about it and it never hurts him.
Killian’s eyes are glued to me as I shakily step out of my panties. Before I can place them on my chair, he takes them from my hand and shoves them in hispocket. My lips part.
“I need those.”
“I’ll decide what you need.” He pushes away his plate, glass, and silverware carelessly. Then, he pushes back his chair, motioning to the empty spot on the table in front of him. “Get on.”
I inhale a deep breath. Try to find some corner of my mind to dissociate to, and lift myself onto the edge of the table.
Killian doesn’t waste a moment of time. He pushes in his chair, spreads my thighs, and settles himself directly in front of my pussy. Even with my height advantage, he’s still taller than me, but only just. He gazes right at my eyes as he pushes up my dress, dragging it over my ass and bunching it at my waist. I stare at the wall, breath hitching, and repeat the mantra ofendurein my mind, over and over again.
“You want to dissociate, don’t you?” Killian asks conversationally, gripping my thighs. “Even while you’re wet as a lake and shaking like a leaf. That’s very admirable, Lyra, but I won’t fucking allow it. You’regoingto accept what I give you, and you’re going to do what I tell you. If I want to have you in my bed every night for the rest of our arrangement, that’s exactly where you’ll be. Legs spread, eyes on me, waiting to take my cock. If you’d prefer to avoid that hassle, then I suggest you behave like an active participant.”
“I’m not we—” my words cut off when he shoves two fingers inside of me. No preamble, no asking for permission…
And what greets him is arousal.
I squeeze my eyes shut. He lands a harsh slap on my pussy that forces them open and pulls a yelp from my lips. I cover my mouth with my hand, frantically glancing behind me to make sure nobody stumbles through the curtain.
