Chapter 42
STUPID ULTIMATUM
Lexi
“I… I want you to get the fuck off me.” My mouth spewed the lie even as my hips grinded against his palm.
“Liar.” Killian’s breath spilled across the shell of my ear.
His stiff cock was wedged between us, and fiery heat raged below.
It would be so easy to just turn around and spread my legs for him, to allow myself to get lost in the black hole that was Killian Davenport.
It didn’t matter how much I tried to fight this thing between us. I was hopelessly drawn into his orbit.
And I’d come to accept my insane, unhealthy desire for him.
But I’d made a promise, and until Killian held up his end of the bargain, my pussy was off limits to his cock.
His warm mouth claimed my neck, tongue licking across the sensitive skin. His teeth scraped over my flesh and goosebumps cascaded down my arms. His lethal touch coupled with the orgy playing out through the one-sided window had me teetering on the edge.
I mean, he had a point… I hadn’t said anything about his fingers.
“Killian...” I muttered.
“What?” His free arm locked around my waist like a steel band keeping me prisoner, while the other still toyed with my clit over my panties. He rubbed his cock against my ass, thrusting as his finger stroked me.
I mean, technically, I was the only one getting anything out of this, right? His hand could’ve been any other inanimate object I was rubbing up against.
Killian slid my thong aside, his thick finger gliding through my slick heat. I let out a groan as he plunged that skillful digit inside. “Mmm, Red. Soaked and ready for me, just like a good girl.”
My hips rocked with each thrust, my eyes fixed on the show unfolding in the other room.
The masked girl was on all fours now, a guy fucking her from behind as she sucked the other male’s cock.
Their groans filled the office, mingling with my own ragged breaths and the other erotic sounds surrounding us.
Raging desire surged through my veins, my toes curling from the onslaught of sensations. A few more seconds and I’d come.
“Not yet,” Killian whispered, as if he’d read my mind, and withdrew his finger.
I let out a hiss of frustration, and Killian’s dark chuckle echoed across the back of my neck.
“Just be patient, I’ll let you come soon enough. There’s something I’ve wanted to do ever since I tasted that sweet pussy.”
His fingers slid beneath the waistband of my panties and slowly drew them down my thighs. And I didn’t stop him. I couldn’t. Once he’d gotten them off, he spread my legs and wedged his head between my boots. Now flat on the floor he stared up at me, a sinful grin curling the corners of his lips.
“What are you doing?” I squealed.
“Sit, Red.”
My breath hitched as I stared down at that wicked smile. “Uh, I don’t think so...” I finally forced out.
“I wasn’t asking. I want you to sit on my face so I can see every inch of that beautiful pussy as I fuck you senseless with my tongue.”
A spine-tingling chill skirted up my spine at the ferocity in not only his words, but his dark, hungry gaze.
“Come on, Lexi, I’m waiting. Every second we waste is another we lose to search the office.”
Damn it, we’re supposed to be searching the office. Not doing this!
Killian’s hands clamped around my ankles as if he’d sensed my urge to run. “You’re not going anywhere until that pretty pussy comes all over my face.”
“But...”
“No buts. You said I had to at least try to find something nefarious on Stan. So here we are, trying. Now, sit on my face, baby.” Strong fingers moved up my legs and curled around my knees, then yanked me down.
“I’m going to suffocate you!” I squealed as my shins hit the floor.
“No better way to go, Red.” His hot breath skated across my pulsing center, and I writhed with pleasure. Devastatingly slowly, he dragged his tongue through my wet folds. I teetered over his face, genuine fear I’d smother him tightening my chest. “Relax,” he purred against my center.
“Oh, my gawd, Killian,” I groaned, my head falling back. I braced myself against the wall as he licked circles around my clit.
That wicked tongue teased and stroked until the pleasure built to uncontrollable levels. “I’m going to come,” I rasped out.
“Not yet, baby,” he murmured against my pussy, the vibrations alone sending me tumbling to the edge. “Mmm, you taste so sweet...” His tongue moved faster, flicking at my clit until the intensity of sensations reached a fevered pitch. “I could live off this pretty pussy forever.”
My heart smashed against my ribs, that last word ringing in my lust-filled mind on repeat. Forever.
We’d promised each other forever a long time ago, and then everything had gone to shit.
“You’re mine,” he mumbled against my pulsating flesh. “Mine back then, when we were just kids, mine now, and mine forever.”
Mine. There was something different about the way he said it today.
My racing heart staggered, tripped, then finally continued its manic rhythm.
Roaring pleasure seared through my veins, rocketing across every inch of my body. The intensity of his words coupled with the rush of desire sent me catapulting over the edge.
“Oh, Killian,” I moaned as all the air rushed from my lungs.
The room spun, heat and bliss pumping through my bloodstream. Tears burned in my eyes while bolts of electricity crackled from the base of my head down my spine. Fire swelled within my center, pouring out across every nerve ending, eating up the sinful decadence Killian seemed so good at causing.
I completely came undone.
Once my racing pulse slowed, I gathered my wits and slid off Killian’s face.
How embarrassing. I couldn’t believe I’d let him convince me to do that.
He was nose-deep inside my fucking vagina.
I’d never let anyone do that before. Then again, I’d never let any guy talk to me the way Killian did either.
A satisfied grin curved his mouth as I grabbed my panties from where he’d dropped them and slid them back on. He was still on the floor, his pants tented as he watched me, something unreadable in those mesmerizing eyes.
“What?” I finally murmured.
“Nothing.” His hand snaked out and wrapped around mine, forcing me on top of him, bodies flush.
“Kill...”
“I’m not doing anything. I’m respecting your stupid ultimatum. I just want to feel you against me. Is that okay?”
I nodded, snagging my bottom lip between my teeth. My heart sputtered out a shaky beat. With our chests pressed together, I could feel his heart pounding against my own. The sex was one thing, but this, this felt way too intimate.
Blazing green orbs locked on mine, and I remained frozen, captured in that hypnotic gaze as his hands roamed my back. “It’s ironic, you know?”
“What is?” I whispered.
“I was the one that was supposed to fuck with you, ruin you for appearing at Stonewall, for threatening my perfect life. But you’re the one who’s ruined me, Red.
” His thumb stroked my cheek, sweeping a lock of auburn hair behind my ear.
“You have no idea what you’re doing to me.
Everything I thought I cared about, everything that was so fucking important to me before means nothing. ..”
I did have an idea, because it was the exact same thing he was doing to me. As fucked up as our relationship was, I couldn’t deny I was happy when we were together. No one knew me better, no one understood my dark, tormented parts better than Killian.
And I knew him.
Despite the monstrous shell he wore, I knew the real Killian.
And I loved him.
Killian’s cock brushed the apex of my thighs, and even though he gave me a mind-blowing release only a few moments ago, I was ready for him again. But there was still one thing I wanted more.
Sitting up, I shook my head. “Enough distractions. Let’s do this.”
“I can’t believe you just called some of my best work on your pussy a distraction.” Amusement streaked across those penetrating orbs, even as he grumbled.
“I didn’t say it wasn’t a good distraction.” I shot him a smirk and wrapped my hand around his, hauling him up.
He strode to the control panel on the wall, flicked a button and magically, the curtains closed and the moans from the next room finally stopped. Thank gawd. Then his mischievous eyes met mine. “Are you finally going to admit that you like all the dirty, naughty things I do to you, Red?”
“Never.” My grin grew wider as I tugged him toward the massive mahogany desk.
“You’re a terrible liar.” He slumped into the leather wingback chair and dragged me onto his lap. The password field appeared, and a whisper of fear lanced through my chest.
“Don’t worry, I got this. My stepbrother is so damned predictable.” He jabbed at the keyboard and the computer flared to life.
After endless minutes and a series of clicks through countless files, Killian stopped on one.
Stanford Davenport.
My breath caught.
Anticipation simmered in my gut.
My heart battered my ribcage as Kill hovered the mouse over the file. “Do it,” I blurted.
A tangle of fear and curiosity raged across his brilliant emerald irises. An invisible war was being fought just below the surface. I could sense his emotions as clearly as my own.
One click could change everything.
“Please, Killian.” I moved my hand over his, urging him on. “It’s time you faced the truth.”
He gritted his teeth, the tendon in his jaw fluttering. Slowly, his head dipped, and his finger dropped to the mouse.
The file opened, revealing dozens of MP3s.
He scrolled down, my stomach tightening with each name.
Killian stopped on a name, eyes widening.
Alexis.
His jaw nearly unhinged. “No, it can’t be...”
My pulse skyrocketed, the roar of my blood thundering across my eardrums. The room swam.
The scent of cigars and leather and expensive cologne flooded my nostrils.
There was a video. That sick fuck had a video of me... Would it be from all those years ago, or was it something else?
“Open it now, Killian.” I barely recognized my own voice. Blinding fear tore through my body as I stared at the video icon.
Killian’s expression darkened, harsh lines carving into his handsome face. “If that motherfucker taped you—”
My hand jutted out and snatched the mouse from Killian’s hold.
Before I could chicken out, I double-clicked.