Chapter 50
CHAPTER FIFTY
THE HEATHEN
“Do you trust me, Killer?” He asks, with a smirk that sends chills down my spine.
“Yes,” I try to sound relaxed and sure, but the squeak in my voice betrays me.
He chuckles ominously, and as gorgeous as he is, it makes me nervous.
“That’s your second mistake.”
Second mistake? I don’t question why, because I’m too focused on what the first was.
“Second?”
He ties my wrist in the rope with a tight knot and grins.
“Coming into my room, with no one to protect you, was your first and biggest mistake, Killer. One you’ll likely regret.”
Killian is identical in appearance to his brothers aside from his thick beard, but there’s something far more sinister in him.
His dark eyes scan my body several times from head to toe, and it should give me the urge to run.
My heart pounds, but it’s not fear causing it—it’s desire.
The kind that consumes you, and even though you know you shouldn’t, you’re going to give in to it.
He was right. I don’t need a third man to be sweet to me.
I need his filthy words.
The way he doesn’t ask for consent, but just takes.
The pain he wants to give me.
God help me.
I want it all.
Until he moves to the drawer again. He grabs a black item that looks like a remote control, presses a button, and tosses it into the drawer before grabbing a second item.
When I see the item in his hands, all the air escapes my lungs as I shake my head, silently begging him not to do this.
Donut, I scream in my head. It doesn’t come out, but with Killian I don’t think it would matter if it did.
It’s not just the cross in his hand, it's the familiarity. This was taken from outside my family’s home.
“What are you going to do with that?” I ask, finally managing words, although in a shaky voice.
“Do you believe in God, Killer?”
I squeeze my eyes shut tight as I swallow hard and answer him.
“No.”
It’s not an entirely truthful answer because the truth is, I don’t know what I believe. For a long time I’ve questioned how God could allow the men in my family to hurt me the way they have. I’d rather believe he doesn’t exist, than to think he does, but chose not to help me when I needed it most.
An evil expression crosses his face as he says, “I guess we will find out. Spread your legs.”
A voice in my head screams, No, make this stop!
Lifting my right leg, I pull back and attempt to kick him in the chest, but he grabs my ankle and bites down hard on my heel, until I yelp from the sting.
“Bad slut,” he groans, his voice dark with his own desire, and it causes my clit to pulse with need.
He pushes the cross inside me with his other hand, and I just lie here because it’s done.
I’m sorry, I silently tell God. Even though I’m not sure I believe in him anymore, the faithful little girl still resides in me.
Regardless of how angry I am, the religious indoctrination is strong.
This is wrong. Yet, as he begins fucking me with the cross, it feels good…
too good. I know I’ve lost a piece of myself, and of all men, it’s to Killian Bonetti.
“This ravenous cunt will take anything, Killer. So fucking needy.”
“Killian,” I moan, and he chuckles as he moves the cross in and out of me. I don’t need him to tell me how wet I am because I can hear it, but he does anyway.
“Fuck, Killer. Are you drenched for me, or is it for your almighty father?”
His words should be enough to turn me off, but as he turns the cross inside me, I explode with a pleasure so deep, it consumes me.
“Killian!” I cry out, suddenly not caring if his brothers hear us, as my eyes nearly roll back in my head.
He removes the cross from my pussy and takes one long lick across the center, before putting it in his mouth, sucking my juice from it.
Tossing it on the side of the bed, he climbs between my legs. He hovers over me, with a hand on either side of me on the mattress, and stares into my eyes.
“Tell me to stop, Killer. Tell me you don’t want this.”
I wonder if he would get off me if I did, but I don’t say the words because it would be a lie.
I wish I could.
Kneeling between my thighs, he places his hand around my bound wrists as he lines his cock up with my entrance.
Killian pushes inside me with a grunt. He doesn’t give me a chance to get used to his large size. It’s not slow or sweet. With every thrust, he reminds me that he hates me.
“Such a filthy slut. You’ll let anybody inside this pussy, won’t you?”
Every punishing thrust brings me closer to the edge. Every word he speaks in that deep voice causes the fire inside me to grow, until it’s a raging inferno.
“Killian!” I cry out, as another orgasm pulls me to the point of no return. Is everything going to change now? His next words unleash fear like I’ve never known.
“Smile for the camera, Killer.”
I look up and see the red light, like I did when Killian was watching me from the gym. Either Carter or Knox is watching us right now.
“If they didn’t know you were a whore before, they do now.”
He doesn’t slow down, but keeps railing me hard and fast.
“Fuck. This pussy is fucking fantastic. I can’t blame them for wanting it so much. So goddamn tight.”
I look into the camera as he groans his release.
The feeling of his cock, as it spasms inside me, pulls yet another orgasm out of me.
As I dig my nails into his skin and whimper with pleasure, I look at the red light.
Guilt washes over me. I know Carter said before he was okay if I slept with Killian, but now that it has happened, I’m worried.
“I’m sorry,” I mouth silently, feeling like I’ve committed a crime worse than being fucked with a cross. Did I just ruin everything by fucking a man that hates me?