Chapter 30
Mia
I’m sitting on the couch with Killian Sunday night, watching a movie, when his phone vibrates.
“Jesus Christ,” he mutters, shaking his head. “I’ve had enough of my family to last a fucking lifetime.”
After he talked to Reign this morning, he missed a call from Jeremy while we were in bed together. He talked to him for a little bit, and then he had a very heated conversation with his father as well.
I know I said that when I met Killian’s dad, he wasn’t as bad as I thought that he would be.
But the man that I met on Friday and the man on the phone with Killian this afternoon sounded like two different people. Killian said that was normal for him – when you were doing exactly what his father wanted, everything was great. The second you strayed from his plans, there was hell to pay.
He said that his father’s love was always conditional, and he was tired of it.
I can’t say that I blame him.
He looks down at his phone now and sighs. Then he looks back at me.
“Maddox,” he says, and I nod, encouraging him to take it.
He answers, putting the call on speaker phone.
“Hey.”
“Word travels fast,” Maddox starts. “The amount of people that have called me already about your fight with dad is insane.”
Killian laughs bitterly. “Pathetic. I’m not surprised he called everyone he knows to bitch about it.”
“Typical,” Maddox agrees. “But that’s not why I’m calling.”
“What’s up?”
“John reached out again. He said that Angelo was pissed when he learned about your falling out with dad. I guess his plan was to grab Mia at the family Christmas party next week.”
My stomach flips anxiously, and I look over at Killian. I can tell he’s livid, but he’s keeping his anger at bay – for now.
“That fucking prick,” he mutters, shaking his head.
“John said he would keep me posted,” Maddox says. “He’s really not going to stop, is he?”
“No,” Killian agrees. “He’s not.”
“I’ll let you know if I hear anything else.”
“Thanks, Mad.”
Killian ends the call, looking at me.
“I’m okay,” I say quickly, and he chuckles.
“It’s okay if you’re not,” he says. My legs are draped over his, and he runs his fingers up and down them.
“I want to be okay,” I admit, and he nods.
“I know,” he says. “You do know that you’re a bad ass, right?”
I snort. “I’m far from a bad ass.”
Killian looks at me incredulously. “You’re joking, right?”
“No.”
“Mia, you’ve been running for literal years. Your mother left you high and fucking dry and you’ve been dealing with the fallout ever since.”
“Yeah and look what’s happened to me along the way.”
“No shit,” Killian retorts. “You’ve gone through hell, yet you’re still here. You persevered. A lot of people would’ve given up.”
His words make me emotional, and I swallow the lump that’s forming in my throat.
“Thank you for saying that,” I say quietly.
“It’s true,” he says.
I swing my legs off him, and he gives me a curious look as I move to get off the couch.
“What’re you doing?” he asks, and I grin.
I kneel in front of him, tugging at his sweatpants.
“Let me take care of you,” I say. “Please. I want to repay you for earlier.”
Killian made me come so many times earlier, my clit is still sore. It was amazing.
I can see how hard he is already, and I tug at his boxers, yanking them off.
I lean forward, taking his dick into my hands, and I spit on it. Once it’s nice and wet, I lean forward, shifting so my chest is leveled with him. Then I begin to rub his cock in between my breasts.
“Fuck,” he mutters. I love when Killian’s vocal when I’m making him feel good. It turns me on even more, and I want nothing more than to please him right now.
I pull back, then I take him into my mouth. He grips my hair in his hands as he moans.
“Your fucking mouth,” he says, his voice low, and I hollow out my cheeks as I take him deeper.
His cock hits the back of my throat, and I gag, but I don’t stop. I continue to suck and lick, my hands playing with his balls as he fucks my face.
He doesn’t pull out when he comes; he empties himself down my throat, and I choke on it while I try to swallow every drop.
When Killian finally pulls out, he looks down at me lovingly.
“Look at you,” he murmurs as he caresses the side of my face. “My perfect little cumslut.”
He reaches out his hand to me and helps me up.
“Come on,” he says, pulling me with him. “Let’s go shower.”
I nod in agreement, following him.
I might be worried about Angelo, but knowing that I have Killian by my side makes everything seem much more bearable.
And for right now, that’s enough.