Chapter 32
GOTCHA NOW
Lexi
Killian’s hands clamped around my waist and spun me toward the immense mahogany desk.
Shoving me on top, his big body pinned me to the glossy wood, tossing files and random stationery to the floor.
His mouth captured mine, that wicked tongue forcing its way past my clenched teeth.
His broad shoulders blocked the view of the door, but still, I could feel a curious gaze on us.
And somehow, my body lit up at Killian’s dirty touch anyway. For a moment I got completely lost in the act. A gasp escaped my lips, swallowed up by that hungry mouth as his hard-ass cock stroked my panties.
“What the hell are you two doing in here?” A gruff voice doused the building embers in my core.
Right, because this was all for show. You’re so stupid and desperate, Lexi.
Killian whirled around, blazing eyes throwing daggers at the intruder. “Trying to fuck my girlfriend, what does it look like, asshole?” He adjusted his junk, pretending to tug at the zipper, and I could still make out the perfect outline of his erection.
I slid to the edge of the desk and jerked down the hem of my slinky dress which had ridden all the way up my thighs.
The big guy in the black suit glared at us, a listening device dangling from his ear and the butt of a gun peeking out from the waistband of his slacks.
Even given all that, Killian’s scowl was still a hundred times more lethal.
“This is Mr. Banks’ private office, not a whore house. Go find another room.”
Fury raged across those jewel-toned orbs, and Killian lunged at the security guy, a deep growl slicing the air. His hand curled around the man’s throat as he threw him against the back of the door. “Did you just call my girlfriend a whore?”
“N-No,” he spluttered. “That’s n-not what I said.”
His fingers tightened, and the man’s beady eyes bugged out of his head. “Apologize to her, now,” he gritted out.
The security guard lifted his gaze over Killian’s shoulder and wide, panicked eyes found mine. “I’m s-sorry,” he choked out.
“You better be, you piece of shit.” He pressed his thumb into the dip of the man’s throat. “Now, stop looking at her.”
The guy squeezed his eyes shut, his throat bobbing beneath Killian’s fingers. I marched toward them before my partner in crime completely lost his mind and killed this man for no good reason.
My fingers wrapped around Killian’s bicep in a lame attempt to haul him off the guard. “Stop. Please.”
He didn’t even budge, but his eyes swung to me, fury pounding through their emerald abyss.
“Let go of him, and let’s get out of here. He’s not worth it.” We were the ones trespassing in his office anyway. I hoped my narrowed glare communicated the thought.
The tendon in Killian’s jaw was going berserk, fluttering like an angry snake coiled in a deadly fury. I tightened my hold on his arm and gave a little tug. “Come on.”
With a snarl, Killian finally released him and wrapped his hand around mine. “I’ll be speaking to Mr. Banks about how his staff treats his most honored guests.”
The poor guard paled, raising his meaty paws. “Please, don’t. I really need this job, man.”
“Then let’s keep this whole fiasco between us.”
“Sure thing.” The security guard’s head bounced up and down.
I was impressed. I couldn’t deny it. Not only was Killian terrifying, he was also damned smart. He always had been, but now it was in a scary way.
Killian tugged on the back of his jacket, concealing the file still tucked into his pants, and dragged me out the door.
“Shit, damned zipper.” I stared at my reflection in the mirror as I wriggled and squirmed, trying my damnedest to get out of this slinky dress. The tight, little black number was not made for Latinas with curves.
A sharp knock sent my head spinning over my shoulder. “What are you doing in there? I have to take a piss,” Killian shouted.
“Nothing. Geez, can’t I pee in private?”
“I don’t hear you peeing.”
“Get away from the door, Killian! Stop eavesdropping.”
A sinister chuckle seeped through the thick timber. “Are you indulging in some self-care? I wouldn’t blame you after earlier...”
“No, you asshole,” I gritted out, my frustration level reaching a boiling point. “I’m stuck in this freaking dress.”
More laughter.
“You’re such a dick. You know what? The old Killian was ten times the man you are, and he was only a boy.” He’d helped me out of many a scandalous outfit when we were just kids. The downside of not having a mom around...
The handle jiggled, the wild creaking ratcheting up my pulse. Then a sharp keening sound sent it into overdrive. “Open the door, Red, or I swear I’ll break it down.”
“And do what?” I hissed.
“Take a fucking leak. And besides that, I still owe you a punishment for disobeying me back at the party. I vividly remember telling you to stay put.”
“I’m not your fucking plaything, Kill. You drag me to some party and don’t tell me shit, other than it has something to do with your perverted stepdad. What did you expect me to do when you went MIA?”
“For your own safety, I expected you to listen to me.” A hint of fear laced the deep tenor, and an unwanted flutter battered my chest. “You have no idea what those people are like.”
I had a pretty damned good idea, considering what I’d suffered under Stan’s hand.
“I was only trying to protect you.” Killian’s words were so faint I wasn’t even sure I heard them right.
Biting my lip, I crept to the door and pressed my palm against it. I could practically feel Killian on the other side, his forehead resting against the dark teak. I could almost hear his heartbeat pounding, his breaths coming fast and uneven.
“Now, open the door, and I’ll help you out of the dress.”
I scoffed. “I’m sure you will.”
“Fine, then stay locked in there and trapped in the dress forever. I’ll go piss off the balcony.”
His heavy footfalls echoed through the cracks in the doorway before finally falling away. My shoulders sagged, an unexpected emptiness filling my chest. I heaved out a sigh and leaned against the back of the door.
I was never going to survive this entire weekend.
And I was still stuck in this stupid dress...
Spinning toward the door again, I opened it a crack. The bubbling whirlpool caught my eye, the frothy foam nearly spilling over the edges. Killian must have turned it on. I scanned the room, but I couldn’t quite reach all the angles of the massive chamber from this viewpoint.
“Kill—?”
The rest of his name died at the back of my throat, replaced by a scream. Killian’s hand shot out from around the door and curled around my neck, pushing it open. “Gotcha now, little Red.”
“Fuck you, Kill. You scared the shit out of me.”
He loomed closer, those eyes ablaze with a mix of barely restrained anger and excitement. My gaze roamed his bare torso, tracing the map of tattoos across his carved abdomen. They focused on the heart, that battered and bruised image wrapped in chains.
Sebastian’s words flitted to the forefront of my mind. My little bro was in love with you for years, Lexi. I couldn’t really be the reason for that tattoo, could I?
Killian snapped his fingers an inch from my nose. “Eyes up, Red.”
“Let go of me,” I hissed.
His hand only tightened around my throat. “Nope, not happening. Not only did you disobey me once, but twice, when I asked you nicely to open the door.” I glanced down, suddenly reminded he had to pee. Damn it, why was he naked again? No way he was peeing now, not with that erection.
The hint of a smile curled the corners of my lips, and darkness streaked across Killian’s eyes. “What’s so funny?”
“Nothing.”
“I’m going to fuck that smart ass smirk right off your face.”
Steeling my nerves, I gritted my jaw and glared at him. “Then you’d be no better than your rapist stepfather.”
His fingers loosened before completely falling away. He spun around, dragging his hands through his hair, driving it up into messy spikes. “Damn it, Lexi, you have to stop it with that. Stan didn’t try to rape you. It’s impossible.”
“That’s not really something you get confused about, Kill,” I spat.
“Then Stan has an evil twin out there or something.”
I snorted. “That only happens in movies.”
There wasn’t a doubt in my mind who’d been the one to ruin my life.
Even after all these years, the way my body reacted in his presence was a dead giveaway.
How could Killian not see it? How could the one person in my life who swore to always be there for me have accepted that bastard’s word over mine?
He took a step closer, and my entire body stiffened at his proximity. “I thought you wanted out of that dress.”
Ugh. I did.
Spinning around, I crossed my arms over my chest. “Just be careful, the zipper’s stuck or something.”
“Trust me, Red, I know my way around a zipper. I’ve had sorority girls out of their ball gowns in seconds flat.”
“You’re disgusting,” I snarled, hating the images that crossed my mind and the unwanted feelings that came with them.
“Then why do you like it?” His fingers flexed across my back as he fiddled with the zipper.
“I don’t.”
“Liar.” He pressed closer, so close his cock brushed my ass.
The fingers of his free hand danced down my spine, teasing, as the other hand pried the zipper down. A shudder rippled across my body, sending goosebumps cascading down my arms.
He must have noticed because a sinful chuckle echoed behind me, spilling his warm breath across my neck. My goosebumps now had goosebumps, and I was a quivering mess as the zipper streaked down the last few inches.
The silky dress sloughed to the floor with a whoosh.
“Mmm, that sound, Red, so fucking satisfying...”
A warm tongue dragged down my spine, and my knees wobbled, my legs morphing to jelly. His lips moved to the crook of my neck, lavishing my sensitive skin. He sucked and nibbled, and despite my brain screaming at me to tell him to stop, my raging hormones kept me fixed to the spot.
His arm snaked around my waist, and he pressed his hand to my belly. Splaying his fingers, he ran them beneath the skimpy band of my lace thong. “You sure you don’t like this?” His voice was rough, his haggard breath spilling across the shell of my ear.
“Nope,” I rasped out.
“What about this?” His finger dove deeper, sinking between my damp folds.
I whimpered.
He let out a ravenous growl as that wicked digit found my slick heat. “Such a little liar, Red.”
My hips bucked, craving the friction of his palm.
He slowly withdrew his finger to the tip, before thrusting again, this time with two. Withdrawing one, he teased my clit, drawing slow circles. My hips followed the rhythm of his sinful rotations.
Killian removed both fingers, and I groaned, actually whined like a needy bitch. His hands clamped around my shoulders, and he spun me around, pinning me in his dark gaze. His fingers grazed my throat, settling on the pulse at my carotid artery.
He closed the space between us, his head lowering toward mine, filling each of my inhales with his warm breath. His tongue flicked out and ran across his bottom lip.
Memories of that same wicked tongue between my thighs bombarded my mind, and I almost begged him to drop to his knees and devour me again.
Or to spread me out on the bed and do all the sinful things he’d threatened to do.
What is wrong with me!
I shouldn’t want him.
But gawd help me, because I did.
Badly.
As if he heard every corrupt thought spinning through my mind, a savage grin curled the corners of his lips.
“I promise you, Red, I will fuck you.” His mouth brushed mine, a featherlight touch that made me wonder if it even happened. “But just so that we’re clear, it won’t happen until you beg for it.”
Then Killian spun away, the movement so quick and unexpected that my body pitched forward at the loss of his. My mouth dropped as he disappeared into the bathroom, leaving me flushed, breathless, and aching for more.
That bastard.