Chapter 22
ON YOUR KNEES
Lexi
“Fuck no,” I spat and jerked my hand off his crotch.
I was pretty damned impressed with myself for getting the words out without panting.
I was still riding the high of that toe-curling orgasm and, hot damn, when had Killian learned how to do that?
I couldn’t decide if I should be pissed at myself for allowing him to touch me like that, or furious for not letting him do it years ago.
All those years we’d spent just being friends...
And now we hated each other, and still he managed to rip out one of the most mind-blowing orgasms of my life. With only his fingers.
I stared down at the massive erection tenting his pants, and another wave of heat surged between my legs.
I was so wet I could feel it dripping down my thighs.
Heat burned my cheeks, racing all the way to the tips of my ears.
How could such hatred elicit such a reaction from my traitorous body?
Even now, I couldn’t help but imagine his cock inside me.
I’d rubbed up against it like a dog in heat.
At least Killian had an excuse. What was mine?
I hadn’t indulged in the Hug Drug Cordelia had offered, and yet, here I was contemplating his indecent proposal.
“Aw, come on, Red, it’s only fair. Tit for tat and all that.
..” He smirked down at me, the smile reminding me of my old friend for a horrible instant.
Then he leaned close, his warm breath spilling over my neck, and nibbled on my earlobe.
His teeth sinking into my sensitive flesh sent a streak of heat right to my core.
“Please, Red, I know you want this as much as I do. I can see it in your eyes.”
That tongue on my ear sent goosebumps cascading down my arms. Ugh, why did he have to feel so good?
Humiliation and desire battled it out in my gut. In that moment, he’d owned me, owned my body. I needed to get that control back from him somehow.
I forced my lust-addled mind to focus. “On one condition.”
His green eyes sparkled with amusement. “What’s that?”
“If I do this, you pay for my Geology trip, all expenses, all the bells and whistles, and you release me from my life of indentured servitude at the frat house.”
“Mmm.” He dragged his tongue across his lower lip, and I had to bite down on my own to keep from capturing it. When had the asshole become so irresistible? “You drive a hard bargain, Red, but to see you on your knees, choking on my cock, might just be worth it.”
I swallowed hard, a mixture of fear and excitement pummeling my chest. You can do this, Lexi. Just one time, and it would be over. It was a thousand times better than months of slavery at the Sigma Delta house.
Plus, fuck me, but a tiny, dark part of me wanted to do this. And it wasn’t only the control I needed.
His fingers wrapped around my wrist, that grip punishing, and he jerked my hand to his crotch once more. He rubbed my palm over his erection, and jolts of desire shot all the way to my toes. “Slowly, Red, I want to savor every second of this.”
I got to work on the button, my fingers trembling. How had I ended up here trading sexual favors for money? I was no better than a back-alley whore.
“On your knees,” he growled, placing his hands on my shoulders and shoving me to the ground. The rough brick pavers dug into my skin when I hit the ground, and I hissed out a curse.
Killian grumbled something I couldn’t quite make out, drawing my gaze up. I tilted my head back to a perfect landscape of carved abs and watched as he tugged his fancy button-down shirt off his head.
“Here, take it. I can’t have you running around this party with scraped, bloodied knees.”
I almost died of shock as I reached for the shirt and slid it beneath my legs. The expensive fabric was ridiculously soft against my skin.
When I straightened, his burning gaze was locked on mine, a feral grin on his lips. Anticipation tightened my core at the savage look in his eye.
“Get to work, Red. We don’t have all night.”
“We better get a fucking A+ on this project,” I gritted out as I dragged his zipper down.
Killian’s gruff laugh raised the hair on the back of my neck.
“It’s the least I expect. Nothing but A’s for this Davenport.
” His hand fisted in my hair and pulled, forcing my chin up.
I bit down on a squeal, hardening the set of my jaw.
Blazing emerald eyes seared into mine, and the storm of emotion raging beneath the brilliant surface stole my breath. “Now, stop stalling and suck my cock.”
Any normal person would’ve been repulsed, but no, not my fucked-up psyche. I was wetter than hell, imagining running my tongue across his silky head, down that thick shaft.
What the hell was wrong with me?
Dipping my hand beneath the waistband of his boxers, I set him free. My breath caught. Shit, Cordi hadn’t been exaggerating. He was fucking huge.
As if he’d read my mind, his lips twisted into a sinister smile. “Yeah, the rumors are true.”
“You’re not that impressive.”
“Whatever you say, Red.”
I reached for the thick, veiny beast, wrapping my fingers around his length. Killian shuddered, his entire body trembling violently. A surge of pleasure raced up my spine at seeing the great Killian Davenport at my mercy.
In this moment, I was the one with all the power. And damn, it felt good. Now, he would be mine to ruin.
“That’s right, Red, take my cock like a good girl,” he rasped.
A bead of cum glistened atop his thick head, and my tongue darted out to taste him. I wished I hated it, wished I’d gagged at his musky taste, but shit, I only wanted more.
He tasted familiar, salty and sweet with a hint of that lavender detergent that clung to his clothes. I swirled my tongue around the silky skin and slid my palm up and down as his arousal slickened my hand.
“Mmm, that’s my good girl. I want my cum dripping down your throat, then I want to watch you swallow me down.”
I sucked harder at his words, my head bobbing up and down. With each stroke, I felt stronger, more in control.
Killian watched me, eyes wild. He let out a groan and dug his fingers into my hair. “Mmm, Red, fuck, you feel so good. Deeper, come on, I know you can do it. I want to feel the back of your throat with my cock.”
I muttered a curse around his enormous dick, but he only moaned harder.
“Take all of me, Red.” His voice was rough as he guided my hands to his ass and thrust inside my mouth.
Tears blurred my vision as he filled me, his head tickling the back of my throat. I barely suppressed my gag reflex, focusing on how good he tasted instead. How much I liked this.
My fingers slipped beneath his pants and dug into his bare ass. Gawd, I wanted this. I wanted to make him come, to have that power over him. I sucked harder, faster, until my jaw ached from his ridiculous size.
The patio door swung open, and a gasp ricocheted through the air.
“Killian...” That voice. “What the hell are you doing with that girl?” The deep, smooth voice that haunted my nightmares echoed behind me. The scent of cigars and scotch invaded my nostrils, turning my stomach, and my heart faltered on a beat.
I froze, my blood like ice in my veins.
No, no, no. This wasn’t happening.
Killian jerked his cock from my mouth and stuffed it back into his pants as I curled into a ball against the brick column with his shirt around my legs. Whirling around, he jumped in front of me, a bare, muscled barrier between me and the man who’d ruined my life.
He’d done it almost instinctively. As if he still cared. A part of me broke at the sight.
“Who is that girl?” Stan asked, angling his head to see around Killian’s broad form.
His eyes met mine for an instant, and all the air fled my lungs. If he recognized me...
Killian shifted again, blocking me from his stepfather’s sight. “She’s no one, sir. Just some sorority girl.”
“And where is your goddamned shirt?” he barked.
“I spilled some champagne on the shirt so—”
Holy hell, was he actually covering for me?
I tucked myself into a tighter ball, hiding further beneath his shirt.
Stan cleared his throat. “Son, what you do on your own time is your business, but if you’re going to fuck a girl, at least have the decency to do it in your own damned bedroom. What if one of the alumni had seen? That’s not the sort of reputation you want to have. You’re a Davenport, damn it.”
“Yes, sir. I’m sorry. Things got out of hand.”
“Make sure it doesn’t happen again.” He slapped Killian on the back, and I shrank into myself, willing the ground to open up and swallow me whole.
“Of course not, sir. Never.”
A thought occurred to me, one I’d never considered before: Killian was afraid of his stepfather.
He never showed fear when he spoke about him, but just now, there was no mistaking the panic in his voice. A voice that, at one point, I’d known just as well as my own.
I heard the dread.
I hazarded a peek between Killian’s legs to the expensive designer shoes. The soft leather soles spun around, scraping the brick pavers with each step until they finally fell away.
A beat of silence.
I heaved in a shuddering breath.
“Fuck,” Killian hissed as soon as the patio door slammed shut. He sank down beside me and dragged his hand through his mess of tangled locks.
His eyes darted to mine, brows furrowing, and a flash of pity streaked through his expressive eyes.
“Don’t,” I hissed. A tremor raced up my spine, my shoulders trembling as I fought like hell to hold myself together.
“Don’t what?” His voice was unnervingly soft. And I hated it.
“Look at me with pity. You never believed me back then, so why would you now?”
“I never said I believed you,” he snapped.
“Then stop staring.” I pivoted my gaze, glancing out into the lush garden and the strung-up lights surrounding a picture-perfect gazebo.
“Damn it, Lexi, you’re impossible. Do you have any idea what would’ve happened if he’d recognized you?”
“I’m sorry, you’re blaming this on me? You’re the one that wanted me to—” Nausea crawled up my throat, and my stomach heaved. “I hate you.”
“Fuck you, Lexi.” Killian pushed himself to his feet and trudged to the door, still shirtless.
“Not in this lifetime, Kill,” I shouted behind him. “And if you think I’ll ever let you touch me again, you’re delusional.”
He spun back with one hand on the antique knob, and a wicked grin curled the corner of his lips.
“That’s where you’re wrong, Lexi, because the deal was that I’d release you from your duties if you got me off.
But you didn’t. You’re the only one that came tonight, on my fucking fingers. So technically, you still owe me.”
“You’re such an asshole!”
His eyes narrowed as he regarded me, a mixture of pleasure and pain racing through the blazing emerald hue.
“And just so we’re clear, if you let anyone else touch you, I’ll rip their balls off and force them to watch while I fuck you.
That goes for Micah, too. You need to stay the hell away from him.
” That devilish smile felt like death’s fingers crawling up my spine.
“You. Are. Mine, Lexi Vega. Mine to tease, mine to torture, and mine to ruin. And don’t you ever forget it.”