Chapter 17
KILLA
“Don’t choke on it,” she mumbles as she walks away, so low I know I’m not meant to hear it. And I’m already plotting every way she’s going to choke on my cock for the snarky comment.
I needed a reminder to punish her, and she gave me the perfect one.
Raider leans over the table. “You’ve gone from looking like you want to devour her, to looking like you want to kill her.”
“I wanna do both.” I lift a shoulder.
“You sure she knows somethin’?” Slash asks, scanning my face.
“Gotta,” I state.
I watch her every move: the smile she pastes on her pretty little face as she approaches each table.
Do they not see how fake she is? That she’s holding secrets.
That nobody can be this nice while doing such a shitty job.
Annoyance lances through me, irritation at how she traps everyone with her pleasant disposition and draws them in.
Is this the same technique her brother used on his victims?
When she heads toward the women’s restrooms, it’s go-time. I take another swig of my Coke and slide out of the booth to the sound of my brothers’ deep, knowing chuckles.
I saunter toward the restrooms like I have all the time in the world, but each step I take, my body feels desperate, my cock eager, and my fingers twitch with a need to touch her, to punish her, to wrap my hands around her throat until she almost comes on my cock.
I push open the women’s restroom door, and a disgruntled woman gasps and pulls her hand to her chest like my presence offends her. She scurries out and heads into the restaurant, leaving the space empty, barring the one closed cubicle door.
A smile spreads over my face, and I rest against the sink counter, cross my feet at my ankles, and wait.
The moment the toilet flushes, my adrenaline spikes, and when she opens the door, I push off the counter and step into her space.
Her face would be comical if I wasn’t so aroused. The piercing on my cock rubs against my belt, adding a bite of pain to it I long to relieve. She backs into the cubicle, and I kick the door shut, trapping us inside the small space.
“I-I haven’t washed my hands,” she whispers, and of all the things I thought she would say, I never expected that. Then again, her apartment is immaculate, so I shouldn’t be surprised.
A laugh bursts from me. “Ain’t interested in your hands, Little Demon. Get on your knees. Gonna give you somethin’ to choke on.”
Her mouth parts, then snaps shut.
The uncertainty behind her eyes pisses me off, so I grip her throat, causing her eyes to bulge. Yes, that’s fucking it, that’s what I need to see—a slither of fear.
“On. Your. Fucking. Knees.”
Tears fill her eyes, and satisfaction zips up my spine, causing pre-cum to ooze from the tip of my cock down my length.
“Jesus. Fuck, you drive me wild,” I rasp, and when she slowly lowers to her knees, I release her throat.
I make quick work of unbuckling my belt and popping open my jeans, then yank my boxers down, allowing my cock to spring free and hit my abs. I wrap my hand around my girth, pumping it, then aim it at her mouth. “Kiss the tip and clean me.”
Her green eyes have darkened, zeroed in on my cock, and when her warm breath lingers over my piercing, I have an overwhelming urge to shove my cock down her throat. But I won’t last long; I’m too on edge already.
Her tongue darts over the barbell, and I hiss through my teeth, tightening my grip on my cock.
“Fuck, that’s good.” She rolls her tongue over the head again, and when she pushes it inside my slit, I almost lose it.
I stumble forward from the intensity behind her touch, and slam one arm out against the cubicle wall while using the other to hold her head in place.
I’m torn between fucking her hard and fast or letting her toy with me and drag out the pleasure—both scenarios cause my toes to curl and my balls to ache.
“Jesus, that’s good.” I groan when she sucks the head of my cock into her mouth like a popsicle. Her eyes remain locked on me; she puts on a show and her performance is magnetizing.
“You suck cock so damn good, Little Demon,” I rasp, and my fingers twitch in her hair when she moans at my praise, causing mind-blowing vibrations to shoot to my balls.
Fuck yes.
I push the back of her head toward me, unable to help myself, and slide deeper into her welcoming throat. “That’s it,” I encourage. “Need to punish you so bad,” I grunt.
She bats her eyelashes, and even that looks seductive. Everything about her is enticing, and the thought of others thinking the same has me pushing harder into her mouth with anger.
“You’re mine to use—” A growl rattles in my throat.
“Mine to punish.” I push harder, and she chokes and her eyes widen.
“That’s it, choke on that thick cock, Little Demon.
” I pull back, and her chest heaves, but before she can catch her breath, I slam back inside her.
Spittle coats her chin, dripping onto her T-shirt, and I hate the fact I can’t see her tits bounce while I fill her.
“Fuck,” I hiss when my balls draw up, then I make the split decision to pull out of her mouth. Her startled eyes search mine, but I don’t give her a chance to contemplate my next move. I grab her arm and haul her to her feet, then spin her around and yank her leggings down her thighs.
Does she have any idea how annoying it is to be so attracted to your enemy? To constantly want them so badly, you can no longer control your need around them. To fall for them when you’ve never fallen for anyone before.
Her ass is perfect, but it’s the lacy panties that piss me off. Did she choose these for someone else to see?
The growl that leaves me is animalistic, and I tear them from her, earning a gasp. “Wh-what the hell?” she grumbles.
“Shut the fuck up.” I kick her legs apart.
She tries looking over her shoulder at me, but I hold her head down and maneuver her hips into the perfect position. “You just ripped—”
I slam inside her warm, wet heat. “Fuck, yes.” I groan and throw my head back, already feeling the intense satisfaction of being inside her.
My hold on her hip tightens, and I let loose, pounding into her with desperation.
Her ass bounces off my hips with each frantic thrust, and her pussy clenches around me.
The walls of the cubicle rattle with the power behind my surges, and her hands fight to cling onto something as I use her body for my taking.
“Holy fuck. You feel good.”
“Oh god!” she moans loudly, and I move the hand from her head and shove my thumb in her mouth to stifle her screams of pleasure.
The moment she sucks hard around my digit, my eyes roll to the back of my head, and her pussy pulls me in and squeezes me like a vise. “Fuck, yes!” My orgasm shoots inside her bare cunt, delivering a tsunami of thick white cum and complete euphoria.
Why does the woman I hate have to feel so good?
Slowly, I come down from my orgasm, heavy pants fill the air, and when I pull my thumb from her mouth with an audible pop, I drag the tip down her jaw and over her neck to rub away the makeup she used to conceal my mark.
“Don’t try to cover my marks again, hear me?” Does she not realize by now I want the world to see who owns her?
She swallows, and before she can reply, I slide my cock from her while she remains stoically still.
“Pull your pants up and sort your shit out. You look like a damn whore.” I pocket her panties, the words like acid on my tongue.
Her back bolts straight, and she drags her leggings into position, then spins to face me. “A whore you want to mark and come inside,” she sneers and she tips her chin.
I strike the wall of the cubicle beside her head so hard it shakes, but she doesn’t so much as flinch. “Don’t push me,” I grit out.
“You could just leave me alone,” she suggests, softer this time, the bite in her words now absent.
The thought of leaving her alone makes my chest constrict and anger surge inside me.
No way.
Not possible. I’m addicted to her.
Besides, I need answers.
“Never,” I state. Then I pull open the door and head back to my brothers, but the disappointment on her face stays with me.
Why the fuck do I want her to want me too?