Chapter 61
CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE
THE HEATHEN
Killian pulls the black mat from against the wall and unfolds it.
“Are you sure about this?” he asks, as he pulls his t-shirt over his head and drops it to the floor.
I nod as I watch him remove his belt from the loops in his jeans.
“I need this.”
This isn’t about sex or attraction, but my eyes are glued to him as he takes off his jeans. My mouth waters as my gaze drops from his face, and trails to his well-defined abs.
“Stand up.”
I get up onto my feet, and he places his palm on my chin and tilts my head back, staring into my eyes as he speaks.
“I don’t beat women. This is not a kink of mine. I’m only doing this because it’s what you say you need. Please use your safe word if you need me to stop.”
I whisper, “I will.”
“Alright, Killer. Lay down on the mat.”
I do, and he kneels behind me. Placing his hands on my hips, he lifts me onto my knees.
I hiss from the pain as the belt comes down on my ass.
“Harder.”
He presses his fingers into the scars on my back.
“I know who did this, but tell me how?”
“Wooden paddles,” I say through clenched teeth.
“I’m sorry, Killer.”
I look over my shoulder at him in warning.
“Don’t. That’s not what I need from you. Hit my back, hard.”
He does, and with every strike comes pain, and then relief. When the belt comes down on me again, I cry out in a half scream that turns into a moan.
“Fuck,” Killian groans, as he tosses the belt on the floor and flips me over to my back. The sting from the mat against my raw skin is welcome, and prolongs the ache I need desperately.
“You didn’t use your safe word.”
I shake my head and say, “I didn’t need it.”
He rubs his fingers over the side of my neck where he bit me earlier.
“We are going to find them, Killer. All of them.”
I moan lightly when he drags his fingers over my stomach.
“If you don’t stop that, I’m going to fuck you.”
He visibly snaps, when I feign another moan as I say his name.
“Killian.”
Without another word, he hooks his thumbs into my shorts on either side, and pulls them down, along with my panties. He stares into my eyes as he presses my underwear to his nose and inhales.
“Such a fucking filthy slut. How long have you been wet for me?”
I admit the truth.
“Since I entered the gym.”
Killian tosses my clothing to the side of the mat, and I sit up and remove my bra, putting it on top of my discarded shorts.
He pushes my legs back and stares between them, a hungry expression on his face.
Leaning his head down, he glances up at my face with a smirk on his handsome face.
“Be a good girl and drench my face. I want your wetness dripping from my chin.”
He digs his fingers into my thighs as he takes a long lick up my slit, from my opening to my clit. Pushing two fingers inside me, he groans softly.
“So fucking wet.”
Killian moves his fingers in and out of me, as he flicks his tongue over my clit.
“Oh my God,” I whimper as I arch my back off the mat.
He bites down on my clit and I scream in both pain and pleasure as I dig my nails into his head. My orgasm is swift and pulls me under as my legs tremble.
“More,” he says, as he pulls my clit between his lips and sucks hard.
“Killian. Fuck. Oh my God.”
I come again, and he withdraws his fingers from me and shoves them into his mouth, staring at me as he sucks my wetness from his skin.
“Mmm,” he groans, “So fucking good, Killer.”
Climbing over me, he places a hand on either side of my head, and my heart nearly stops at the smile on his face.
“Open your mouth so you can see for yourself how good your pussy tastes.”
I part my lips as he leans down, spits in my mouth, and says, “Swallow.”
Killian chuckles as he moves closer.
“Such an obedient slut when I make you come. Maybe that’s the trick with you.”
I’m not sure if I should be offended when he calls me that, but I’m not. Every time he says that word it makes my insides pulse with need.
He places his cock at my pussy, but doesn’t put it inside me.
“If I fuck you, are you going to be a good little slut and do as you’re told?”
I fight the urge to tell him to fuck off, because more than I want to fight with him, I want to feel him inside me.
“Yes,” I whisper.
He slams inside me with no warning and without giving me a chance to get used to his size.
Sex with Killian is different than it is with either of his brothers. There’s no praise, instead, degradation seems to be his thing. His thrusts are hard, fast, and punishing.
He fucks like he fights.
I reach up and dig my nails into his chest, and he groans with pleasure.
“Fuck, yes. Come for me, Killer.”
With every thrust, his pelvis hits my clit, and I moan louder than I want to.
“Fuckkk,” he growls.
“You’re drenched for me, Killer.”
My pussy pulses around his length, and I know I’m losing the fight.
“Killian, please,” I whimper, sounding pathetic as he continues to drive into me.
“Please what?”
My back arches from the mat as I gasp his name.
“Killian.”
He smirks at me, and I pretend to hate it.
“Good little slut.”
“Go to the mirror. Place your hands on the glass.”
I get up off the mat and follow his orders.
Walking over to the mirror, I place my hands on the glass as instructed, and watch him as he stalks closer to me.
I didn’t see him completely take his shorts off, but they’re gone now.
I scan his body in the mirror, taking in every inch of sculpted perfection.
He has a tattoo on his chest of boxing gloves, and the words, ‘Never Surrender.’ From what I know of this man, the words fit him to a ‘T.’ He never backs down with anything, including his mistrust of me.
That’s what his hatred boils down to. It’s not about me, it’s about his brothers.
I don’t care if his motives are somewhat pure, he’s still a dickhead.
“See something you like, Killer?” He says with a sinful grin, as he comes up behind me. I glance away quickly, wanting to pretend he did not just catch me devouring him with my gaze.
He comes up behind me, grabs my hips, and slams inside me once again.
Lifting my head, my eyes stare into his as his hand slides down my body.
“That’s it, baby,” he groans, as he touches my clit with a confusing tenderness that matches the word echoing in my mind.
Baby.
Why did he call me that? It must have been to fuck with my mind, and God damn him, it did.