7. Natasha
7
NATASHA
H eat explodes through my core as the intensity of my pleasure rips through me like an inferno. I don’t understand it—how one man can make me feel so good. How this man can make me feel that good.
It’s mortifying.
But right now, in the throes of passion, with his fingers on my clit and his cock buried deep inside me, I can’t remember why I should care.
I don’t even know why I’m supposed to hate him.
Hell, I can barely recall my own name.
And as my pussy throbs, clamping down around his iron length, Killian releases a dangerously sexy groan.
Shivers ripple up and down my spine, releasing goosebumps all across my exposed back. Somewhere, in the back of my mind, I’m aware of the fact that he hasn’t put on a condom. And the thought sends adrenaline rushing through my veins.
I don’t think he’s come inside me yet. But does he intend to?
I already have an IUD if he does, but that doesn’t make the thrill of the unknown any less terrifying. And all the while, my traitorous body milks Killian’s massive cock, practically begging him to release his load inside me.
Fingers pressing into my hip, he keeps up his relentless rhythm, fucking me hard and fast as his other hand sends electric pleasure from my clit straight up my spine. I pant, the whimpering mewls of pleasure issuing from me of their own volition.
Everything about Killian screams sex god. From the way he commands me to his knowing touch that lights my soul on fire. I promised myself I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing he turns me on.
But that plan quickly fell apart as soon as he discovered how wet I got just from having him fuck my mouth. And I knew I was a goner the instant he touched my clit.
I might hate Killian on principle, but my body is more than eager to let him have his way with me.
Pulling out of me abruptly, Killian stops his grueling pace as soon as the last of my aftershocks subside, and I wait for the wet ropes of cum to slick my back as I slump onto the mattress.
But after several seconds, he doesn’t finish.
Glancing over my shoulder, I meet his blazing green eyes, and my stomach knots at the way he watches me with unbridled desire.
“You’re so damn sexy when you come,” he growls, slowly stroking his hard shaft as he uses my arousal for lube.
Heat warms my cheeks at the compliment combined with the openly erotic way he jerks off above me.
“On your knees for me again, love,” he rasps, and I can tell from the strain in his voice that he’s close to coming.
Swallowing my nerves, I do as he says, resting my hips on my heels and my palms on my thighs.
“Open,” he commands, stepping forward to meet me.
And when I do, he slides his silken tip between my lips.
The tang of my own arousal hits my tongue, the tart flavor making my stomach coil. And despite the fact that I’ve already come twice, I feel the ball of tension slowly start to build deep inside my core.
“That’s right, love. Lick every last drop off my cock,” Killian urges, grasping the base of my braid as he starts to rock his hips.
For whatever reason, I’m able to take more of his thick length this time without gagging. And his eyes shine with approval as he gradually increases his pace.
I shouldn’t like pleasing him. I should hate him for using my mouth—my body—the way he is. But something deep and dark inside of me is intensely aroused by his cool confidence and iron sense of control.
And what’s more, somehow, despite the precarious and vulnerable position I find myself in, I feel oddly safe in his hands. A shiver runs down my spine as I push the disturbing thought from my mind.
Killian is my enemy, a brute, a barbarian. He’s not worthy of my trust.
Still, my stomach knots with anticipation at the sound of his groans growing more urgent.
“I’m gonna come,” he grunts, his fingers tightening in my hair, and pain-laced pleasure ripples across my scalp.
His hips rock forward, his cock pressing against the back of my throat, and my eyes sting with unshed tears as my gag reflex tightens in an effort to force him out. Hot, salty cum gushes across the back of my tongue and trickles down my throat. And the intensity of his release sends flashes of heat across my skin.
Swallowing his seed is mortifyingly hot .
If he touched me now, I might come undone without needing any urging.
But thankfully, he’ll never know. Because this whole humiliating experience is over. He finished, so we can stop. And I tell myself the sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach is shame over what I’ve done.
I’m slick with sweat like I’ve gone several rounds in the ring, and yet my body feels dangerously satisfied. My muscles tremble with a relief that’s hard to describe.
“Suck it clean, love,” Killian encourages as he slowly withdraws from my mouth. “That’s a good girl.”
My heart flutters at the praise, despite my best effort to ignore it. And I release his cock with a soft pop before swallowing convulsively.
He releases my hair, and his hand is almost gentle as he cradles my jaw with a finger and wipes my chin with his thumb. “You are something,” he murmurs with a cocky flash of his dimples. Then he offers me a hand up.
Though my pride screams for me to swat the help away, I’m not sure my trembling legs will be able to do the job on their own. So I take it, and he lifts me effortlessly to my feet. Hand finding my waist, he stabilizes me as his green eyes dance with silent amusement.
“Well,” I say breathily, lifting my chin in a last-ditch effort to maintain my pride. “I hope you enjoyed yourself because that’s the only time you’ll ever get to have me.”
Releasing his hand, I turn to collect my bodysuit off the floor, but before I can bend over, Killian’s wicked chuckle turns my blood cold.
“I don’t think so, love,” he says softly, his hand trapping my chin once more so he can force me to look him in the eye.
My stomach plummets, my heart fluttering as my mind rebels against his words. He’s not…going back on his word, is he? Horror floods me as the realization hits that he could have been toying with me this whole time. Maybe he was going to kill me either way. And now he got a free fuck out of the bargain.
“The agreement was that you would spend the night with me,” he insists. “That means I’ve got you until sunrise.”
Relief floods me, followed immediately by indignation. He’s taking advantage of me based on a stupid technicality. But beneath the instant fury, my body urges me to be reasonable. It wasn’t just a turn of phrase. He meant it when he said my life would cost one night with him. A whole night.
And tomorrow, I’ll be back to kill him.
Releasing an indignant huff, I cross my arms over my chest. “Fine. But just so we’re clear, I see your cute little attempt to milk this deal for what it really is. Manipulative and cheap.”
Killian smirks. “I’m sorry. I stopped listening after you said I was cute,” he murmurs, leaning in to capture my lips once more.
I groan a protest, slamming my palms against his chest in frustration. And that only earns me another dark, scintillating chuckle. Then Killian grips my hips and slowly pushes me down onto his bed.
“That’s not what I said,” I insist as he guides me back until I’m stretched across his fine white sheets.
“I know,” he murmurs, and slowly, he starts a trail of kisses down the center of my body.
His lips feel so warm and soft and good, it’s impossible to hold onto my frustration. His nose bushes against the sensitive skin between my breasts as he takes a moment to bring them together and nuzzle the modest cleavage they form.
Then his path moves slower still. Air rushes sharply between my lips as his broad shoulders spread my thighs. In all honesty, when he told me whatever dirty thing he wants , I hadn’t imagined that would include eating me out.
But it would seem this deal comes with a few perks for me as well.
Hot air washes across the peak of my thighs, and my breaths grow heavy as I look down the length of my body at Killian. His green eyes meet mine with playful satisfaction. His strong hands grip my thighs, hooking them over his shoulders.
“You smell delicious,” he purrs, his gaze as devilish as his grin. “I think you might just be my new favorite dessert.”
I want to deliver a clever retort.
But when he leans in to lick my slick seam, the only sound I can make is a lusty moan. My head falls back onto the bed, my back arching as my legs quiver with the sinful pleasure that washes through me.
The warmth of his mouth, the wet softness of his tongue is more than I can stand. And that coiling tension deep in my core starts to tighten like a spring.
“Oh God,” I groan, my hips rolling when his lips close around the sensitive nub of my clit.
Killian hums, and the vibrations blast through my body like a wave of tingling energy. Alternating between licking and sucking, he brings me right to the precipice of my release. And the less control I seem to have over my sounds, the more eager he becomes.
I never knew a mouth could deliver such pleasure—especially not a mouth that can spout such naughty things. Everything about Killian is trouble. And yet, I can’t stop the overwhelming desire that consumes me when I’m with him.
Lost in the waves of euphoria, all I can do is comb my fingers into Killian’s thick golden curls and hold on for dear life. Because my body has completely succumbed to his godlike touch.
Every inch of him radiates lust with the promise of sweet satisfaction.
I curl my tingling toes, my breaths growing ragged as my impending orgasm threatens to swallow me whole. Stars explode behind my eyes. And when Killian lightly traps my clit between his teeth, I scream.
My climax hits me with such force, I twitch uncontrollably, my muscles flexing as the ecstasy launches me straight into the stratosphere. Clit pulsing, pussy throbbing, my core releases a rush of arousal that makes my head whirl.
My fingers spasm, tightening in Killian’s hair as the tingling bliss sweeps out to the tips of my extremities. And as the deep, delicious relief takes hold, my muscles relax all at once.
Humming his approval, Killian releases my clit.
Sitting up, he looks down on me with predatory satisfaction. And that signature cocky grin makes his dimples pop. My knees spread, my thighs opening to allow his hips as he shifts his weight. And as his arms come to rest on either side of my shoulders, bringing our faces close together, my heart flutters. I can smell my arousal on his lips.
“Your face, when you come…even sexier than I imagined,” he growls, and his dark-inked chest settles on top of mine like a weighted blanket as he seals my lips with a tantalizing kiss.
It would seem that he’s recovered from our first round of sex after only a quick break. Because the hard rod of his erection presses adamantly against my clit. And I suck in a shuddering breath when he reaches between us to guide his swollen tip between my slick folds.
I know I shouldn’t want it, but the feel of his thick cock pressing against my entrance sends a pulsing thrill through my core. Try as I might, I can’t deny I like how good he makes me feel—even if he’s blackmailing me into having sex with him.
The feel of him on top of me, using me, demanding my satisfaction is so intoxicating. I’m at risk of losing myself completely in his dark and sinful web.
“How many times do you think I can make you come before the sun rises, little tigress?” Killian purrs against my lips.
And my attempt at a scathing comeback dies in my throat.
Instead, a lascivious moan escapes me as he thrusts deep inside, his thick length filling me almost to the breaking point.