Chapter 49
CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
KILLIAN
Heather runs her hands up my legs while kneeling between them. Her heated gaze is focused on mine as she gets closer to where I want her.
“Fuck, Killer.”
I groan, waking myself up. She stands at the foot of my bed with her hand over her mouth. She tilts her head with a mischievous grin as I realize I still feel someone touching my legs.
Yanking the blankets off my body, I see several snakes slithering on and around my legs.
“Put them away. Now.”
Walking to the side of the bed, she picks up one of the snakes and pets it like it’s a goddamn dog, and holds it in front of my face.
“Come on, Killian. Give her a pet.”
I do not fucking like snakes.
“I’m going to kill you. You realize that, right?”
She giggles, and if I weren’t so pissed, I might be affected by it.
“Aww, don’t be scared, Kill. It’s okay. I won’t let the baby snake hurt you,” she taunts me, only making me want to hurt her more than I already do.
Grabbing a second snake, she lays it on my bare chest with a smile that appears sweet, even though it’s anything but.
“I will put them away if you ask nicely.”
I glance up at her as she wraps three more of these slithery fuckers around her arm.
“Put them away, Heather.”
She sighs a disappointed, sounding breath.
“Killian, ask nicely,” she sing-songs, causing me to grit my teeth.
“Please, put the fucking snakes away, Killer. That’s as nice as I get.”
Heather picks up the remaining snake from the bed, grabs the one on my chest, places them inside a container, and puts the lid on top. I notice the holes on the top of the lid, I assume so the creepy fuckers can breathe.
Walking up behind her, I grab her hair, wrap it around my fist and spin her around.
“You wanted my attention, Killer? Now you fucking have it.”
I pull her hair, forcing her head back so her gaze is on mine.
She stares at me with a defiant glint in her eyes. If I thought she’d cower to me, I would’ve been wrong, and it only adds to the heat coursing through me.
Her eyes drop down my body, as if she’s just realizing I’m naked.
“Yes, Killer, I sleep in the nude. But you aren’t wearing much more than I am. I can’t help but wonder if that was planned.”
She shakes her head, taking my hand with it, but still doesn’t speak.
“Cat got your tongue?”
Finally, she talks in a quiet voice.
“I should go.”
I chuckle lightly. There is no chance of that happening.
“You came into my bedroom to play games. So we are going to play. Are you going to be a good girl and keep quiet? Or do I need to gag you?”
“Killian,” she pleads, her tone drenched with regret.
I push her to the wall beside my dresser, and move my hand to her throat, securing her, while I grab my knife from my dresser drawer.
“They weren’t poisonous. Please stop this, Killian. I can’t die before my plan is completed.”
I clench my jaw, pissed off that she doesn’t care about herself.
Her life only matters because of the people she thinks she needs to save.
They’re innocent, and I get that, but it’s also not her responsibility.
I don’t care, though. This girl is not my problem.
Although she seems to be working hard to make herself my issue.
I hiss through my teeth.
“Don’t fucking move.”
Grabbing her shirt, I pull it away from her and cut the top down the center. Her breathing is heavy and intoxicating. I like the sound of her panicked breaths.
Setting the knife back on the dresser, I grab the material on either side and rip it. Pushing both sides of her shirt to her shoulders, I push it until it slides down her arms and to the floor.
“Mmm,” I hum, “The Bonetti whore really is very beautiful. Get on your knees.”
“I fucking hate you,” she says, with unshed tears in her eyes.
Placing my hands on her shoulders, I push her down until she’s kneeling in front of me.
“Open your fucking smart mouth.”
She lifts her eyes to mine and opens her mouth to speak, but I silence her by pushing my cock between her lips.
“My brothers allow your disobedience. If you were mine, you’d learn how to behave.”
I push into her mouth until I hit the back of her throat.
“Fuckkk,” I groan, as she gags on my length.
“I suggest you breathe through your nose, Killer, because I’m not stopping.”
Her nostrils flare as she attempts to take a big breath, and I grab her head and slam my cock into her mouth again.
Heather’s eyes water, and tears fall down her face.
Black mascara streaks her cheeks. She looks so fucking beautiful like this.
My enemy is stunning, like a gorgeous broken little doll.
She flashes me a quick glare, before she hollows her cheeks and sucks my dick so hard, it causes a slight pain. My orgasm comes fast and uncontrollably.
“Fuckkk,” I groan, “Take my cum, pretty slut, and drink every fucking drop.”
I wonder for a moment if she will disobey me, but I watch her throat as she swallows my cum. Pulling out of her mouth, I grab her arm and pull her to her feet.
“On the bed.”
She does what she’s told, and one mystery about her is solved. This is why Knox is so into her. While she may not normally do what she’s told, in the bedroom, she is naturally submissive.
After she climbs onto the bed, I nod in approval.
“Legs open, Killer.”
Heather spreads her thighs, and for a moment I forget who she is. Her pussy is visibly drenched and looks like goddamn perfection. I’m desperate to taste her, but I won’t allow her that kind of pleasure. It would send the wrong fucking message.
I walk over to the bedside table and pull out the silk rope I bought, just for her.
“Yes, I knew this day would come. There was no doubt in my mind you would eventually push me to the point that my control would break. And here we are. I told you I don’t like snakes, so you put them in my bed?
” I climb on the bed and gather her wrists in my hands, smiling down on her like the sick bastard I am.
“I may not want them around me, but we have a few similarities. Like a snake, I've been here, watching you. Waiting to strike. I’m not a nice guy, Killer. You don’t want to cross me.
Yet you did. Now, I’m going to fuck you with the thing that causes you the most pain, because unlike my brothers, I fucking crave your agony. ”