Chapter 34
I JUMPED
Lexi
The moment the door slammed behind Killian the hollow in my chest deepened. What the hell was going on? It had to be something bad for him to run out like that. Right before...
I sat on the bed, butt-ass naked, and despite the churning anxiety, horny as hell. How was it possible that this new, terrifying version of Killian turned me on so damned much?
He wasn’t exaggerating either. I was literally dripping for him. After fighting this thing between us for so long, I’d lost the strength to keep hiding. I longed to give into that darkness. The need for Killian coursed through my veins, searing and impossible to ignore.
And I didn’t give a damn if he ruined me in the process.
Let’s be honest, that had already happened long ago.
The jiggle of the doorknob sent my heart leaping up my throat and fire racing between my legs.
Killian was back.
A tangle of excitement and nerves slashed at my insides as I rushed to the door, wrapping a silky sheet around my bare shoulders. I reached for the handle just as the dark timber whipped open, revealing a masked man in black.
“Shit!” I slammed my shoulder into the door in a desperate attempt to close it, but the guy on the other side was too strong.
He forced it open, shoving me back like I was nothing more than a rag doll. Wrapping the sheet tighter around me, I darted across the room.
“Come here, you little bitch!”
I circled the whirlpool in the center of the large room as the masked intruder snarled across from me, waving a knife.
“Your boyfriend stole something from my boss, and now you’re going to pay for it.”
Oh, fuck no.
What was it with these assholes always trying to take advantage of girls? Why were we always the hostages, the ones kidnapped and tortured?
“Take whatever you want. I don’t give a damn about whatever secrets Stanford Davenport is trying to protect.” Because I knew this was about him. It just had to be. It was the only reason Killian would act this way. He worshiped the ground that man walked on.
“It’s too late for that, sweetheart. My boss will get his files back, but he’s out for blood now.” He curled his finger at me, beckoning me closer. “If you don’t fight me, I’ll make it quick and painless.”
“Kiss my ass.” I dropped the sheet, spun around, and raced toward the balcony.
Every inch felt like a mile with the pounding footfalls behind me. My heart raged in my ribcage, kicking and punching with each desperate step. Reaching the sliding glass doors, I pried them apart and darted through the small opening.
I took one step onto the balcony, then two, praying to all the saints my mom so fervently believed in. The thundering waterfall emptied into the lagoon just below. My stomach roiled at the twenty-foot drop.
I only had a second to make a decision. The crash of heavy footsteps loomed closer. Please, Mamá, let me survive this for Papá. I hated the idea of leaving him alone.
But there was no way I was letting this guy get his hands on me. I’d take death by drowning any day over whatever torture this asshole had planned. Bracing myself on the railing, I hauled myself up and over.
Then closing my eyes, I jumped.
I was weightless. Completely weightless for an endless moment.
And free.
For years, a heavy burden had taken permanent residence on my shoulders, and for a few blissful seconds, I felt nothing.
Until a familiar voice ripped through the tranquility.
“Lexi!”
My eyes snapped open at the rage in Killian’s violent scream. A painful crack spread across my chest at the sound an instant before the deep blue enveloped me. All the air rushed from my lungs, and I sank into the lagoon’s warm embrace.
“Lexi, Lexi, wake the fuck up.” A familiar, yet panicked voice tore me from the peaceful oblivion. A hand clapped across my cheek. “Breathe, damn it. Breathe, please.” Another smack, this time with a bit of a sting to it. “I won’t lose you again. I fucking refuse.”
A warm mouth covered mine, and air filled my lungs. Killian.
His scent blanketed me, his familiar presence pulling me back from the darkness. He breathed life back into me. Ironic since it felt like my life had ended the moment he walked out on me all those years ago.
“Come on, baby girl, come back to me.”
The anguish piercing his words snapped something inside me back to the land of the living. My eyelids jolted open, and I heaved in a breath, then coughed and gagged, expelling the water I’d just inhaled. Finally, what felt like a lifetime later, my lungs filled with sweet oxygen.
For a moment he just stared at me. Like I couldn’t be real.
“Thank fuck you’re alive,” he whispered, pressing his forehead to mine, those emerald eyes pinned to my own.
He squeezed me hard against his chest, forcing out the slivers of air that I’d only just recovered.
But it felt so good to be in his arms again, I didn’t even complain. “You… you saved me?”
He nodded, a tendon clenched tight in his jaw.
“You jumped into the water and rescued me?”
“I already said yes,” he growled.
I blinked, finally taking in the lush jungle surrounding us and my completely bare body.
I didn’t even feel naked tucked in the safety of Killian’s massive arms and broad chest. We sat at the edge of the lagoon, the rushing waterfall just behind his head.
Once I swung my neck around to peer up at our hotel room balcony, the dark memories surged to the surface.
“The guy!” I squealed, my fight or flight kicking in, my body needing to move. “Some man broke into our room, he had a knife, and he wanted to kill me.”
“I know, it’s okay, Red. You’re safe.” He held me tight against his chest, and I finally gave in and buried my nose in the familiar scent of his wet t-shirt. No expensive cologne today, just Killian, that musky, natural fragrance that exuded from his skin.
“Where is he?” I searched his eyes for an answer I was already certain of.
“He’s dead.”
Not a shred of emotion flickered through that lifeless, icy stare.
I should have been horrified. I should have shoved Killian off me. Instead, I only sank deeper into his embrace.
“You’re always safe with me,” he whispered as he dragged a hand through my hair. “No one hurts what’s mine and lives. And damn it, Red, You. Are. Mine.”
The ice evaporated from his gaze, replaced by something else, something far more terrifying.
But in that moment, hearing those words was all I wanted, all I needed.
Loving a monster had its benefits.
And despite knowing how fucked up that made me, I did love Killian. I always had.
Would I ever admit it to him?
Probably not.
But there was something I could do to show him.
Whirling around, I straddled his wet sweatpants and pressed my breasts against his soaked tee. My nipples tightened to sharp peaks at the feel of his damp shirt against my sensitive skin.
I inched closer so our bodies were flush and leaned forward to whisper into his ear. “Fuck me, Killian. Now. Please.”
His entire body stiffened beneath me, every muscle in his carved torso going unnaturally still. “Say it again, Red,” he muttered, the jagged edge to his tone lighting a fire in my core.
“I want you to fuck me, Killian. I want you to erase the last terrible moments from my memory so all I can think about is you, your hands, and that cock inside me.”
He instantly hardened between my legs, his thick erection rubbing me through the heavy cotton of his sweats. “Are you sure? Because, like I said before, once I let the monster free, there will be no chaining him back up again. Do you get that?”
“Just make me forget,” I pleaded.
The corner of his lip curled into a devious grin. “That would be my pleasure.”
Killian’s hand slid around to the back of my neck as his mouth captured mine. He fisted my hair, jerking my head back to expose my throat, and I let out a squeak as his teeth raked across my flesh.
“I could eat you up, Red,” he murmured before moving to my lips again, tongue tangling with mine as he devoured me.
My hips rocked against his erection as invisible flames poured down my back and seared my skin. I wanted this, him, so badly, I’d melt into a puddle of desire if he didn’t bury himself inside me soon.
“Take my shirt off,” Killian growled against my lips.
I did as I was told, for once not even wanting to argue, my fingers skimming his skin as I pulled the wet shirt up over his head.
“Now my pants.”
“Right here?” I glanced over his head at the two other balconies that overlooked the lagoon.
“There’s no one here but us.” He arched an impatient brow.
“You said there were no vacant rooms for me to stay in.”
A sinful grin slashed across his face. “I lied.”
“You asshole!” I punched his arm, and the wicked gleam in his eyes only intensified.
“Like I would ever let you stay alone in this place. Did you see the way that dirtbag bellboy eye-fucked you when we got here? I was a second away from knocking him out.”
“I could tell,” I grumbled.
“Now, stop stalling and take off my pants like a good girl, Red.”
Those blazing embers reignited in my core. I slid down his legs and then dragged his sweatpants and boxers off in one swoop. His cock sprang free, thick and proud, and my pussy pounded with need.
My pulse escalated as I took him in. Shit. How was he bigger than I remembered?
“Don’t you want to suck it, Red? For me?” Killian’s gaze swept down my naked body, shadows darkening his irises, turning them from emerald to almost black. “I want to feel your hot mouth on my cock again. It’s been too long… and besides, we were interrupted the last time.”
I swallowed hard, my chest heaving. “And then what?”
The wicked curve of his mouth, too sinful to be so beautiful, stole the air from my lungs. “And then I’ll sink inside that sweet cunt of yours. Have you screaming my name all night long.”
Heat crawled up my throat and into my face as if I stood in front of a blazing inferno. Killian’s foul mouth—and the dirty things he said—made every inch of me ache for him, long for his touch in ways that should be fucking illegal.
I kneeled between his legs and skimmed my tongue across my bottom lip.
A sexy growl vibrated Killian’s throat as he watched me.
Those eyes were pinned to mine, hooded, dark, and dangerous.
He might have thought he was in control, but he had no idea of the pleasure I got from bringing the great Killian Davenport to his knees.
After me, he’d never go back to that prissy, pampered Lorelei again.
I licked his tip, taking in a salty dribble of cum, and let out an exaggerated moan. His cock was so hard, he was the one dripping for me now.
With a deep breath, I took all of him in until his crown hit the back of my throat. Once Killian started to thrust, I forced myself not to gag. I refused to. Unlocking my jaw, I managed to take him deeper, his tempo increasing.
“Mmm, yes, Red. You are such a whore for my cock. God, look at you, taking it all in. You are incredible.”
I cupped his balls as my tongue licked up and down his silky shaft, and he let out another satisfying moan.
“Fuck, where did you learn how to do that?” He groaned again and squeezed his eyes closed. "Shit, never mind, I don't want to know. I'd just end up killing the motherfucker.”
I ignored him and sucked harder, coaxing his orgasm to the surface as he thrust into my mouth, his hips bucking. His hand crawled up my inner thigh, then he sank two fingers inside my aching center.
I moaned against his dick as he filled my pussy, only quickening his movements. He pumped his fingers in rhythm with his hips, a frenzied, frantic pace that drove me hurtling toward the edge. I rubbed my clit against his palm, so needy for that friction.
“Come for me, Red. I want to feel that pussy closing around my fingers as I fill your mouth with my cum.”
When he pressed his thumb to my clit, I exploded into a ball of bliss. Fiery heat rushed through every inch of me, and then I felt it, his cock thickening an instant before it jerked inside my mouth.
Warm, briny cum spilled over my tongue and dribbled down my chin as I moaned Killian’s name, riding the wave of blazing pleasure.
Once the tremors finally subsided, I sagged on top of him, my legs wobbly from the explosive release. My chin rested on his chest, and I lifted my gaze to meet his dark pupils blown out with lust.
“No rest for the wicked, Red. You and I are just getting started...”