31. Mila
31
MILA
I bounced a little on Killian’s shoulder as he walked up the stairs.
“Killian.”
He spanked my ass three times. I bunched the fabric of his shirt with my fists. Okay, someone was in a spicy mood.
“There is no need to spank me,” I grumbled. He answered by spanking my ass cheek two more times. I decided then that the best course of action was to shut up and not say anything more.
When we got to my room, he put me down on my feet and stood in front of me.
I shifted a little the longer he went without saying anything.
“Can we take a shower?” I asked, looking down at myself. I was still in the dress, but now it didn’t look beautiful or expensive. It was dirty and associated with memories I would much rather not think about.
Killian’s eyes went up and down my body. He moved without another word, helping me first remove my jewelry. I watched as he carefully put it back in the box, surprised he even knew that was where they went before he came back to me.
He removed my clothes quickly, effortlessly.
I wasn’t wearing a bra—considering the fit of the dress didn’t allow it—and my panties were in Silas’s pocket.
He seemed surprised to find me naked under the dress. I resisted the urge to cover myself. I felt better when I noticed him getting hard. “You should get naked, too,” I said softly.
“Hmm,” was all I got in reply before he hoisted me up in his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he walked us to the connected bathroom. He placed my bare ass on the bathroom counter.
I winced from the coldness and glared at him. He smirked, still not saying anything as he made his way to the shower to turn it on.
While he waited for the water to warm up, he started taking off his clothes. A thrill of excitement went through me when he did. My eyes tracked the movement, wanting to memorize every detail about his hard physique. I focused on the intricate black-and-white Celtic cross on his rib. It moved every time he breathed, and it might just be my favorite of all his tattoos.
He shoved his black dress pants down, along with his boxer briefs. I licked my lips when he grabbed his shaft and stroked roughly up and down the length.
“Play with your nipples,” he commanded. I made a small noise that I wasn’t sure was in protest or what. “Now.”
Fuck. I grabbed my nipples and played with them, pinching and rolling the nubs between my fingers like he had done to me many times.
“Spread your legs.”
I whimpered, doing as he asked.
“Fuck, but I can see how wet you are from here. Play with that sweet little cunt for me, firecracker.”
My face flamed. “Killian.”
“Do it. Remember that time I caught you in bed, playing with it? Fuck me, baby, but that image of you has been replayed in my mind a million times. Now, play with yourself. Show me what you like.”
I took a deep breath and slowly brought my hand down, cupping my pussy. I was wet.
He stroked himself harder, pinching the tip as if to stop himself from coming.
“Push one finger inside.”
I did as he asked. “Fuck, fuck, fuck .”
“Another one.”
I pushed another one in, and knew from the way I was positioned that Killian could see everything.
“Now, fuck yourself, baby. And play rough. We both know that’s how you like it.”
My head fell back and touched the mirror, and I did as he asked, fucking myself with my fingers while Killian played with himself.
His expression turned dark, his skin flushed red, and when I was close to coming, he said sharply, “Enough.”
He pulled me away from the counter and walked us to the shower.
Two long seconds passed before he bent down and took my lips in a fierce kiss. I moaned and wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him back, savoring him.
He pushed his tongue inside, tasting me as if he were a man dying of thirst.
As for me, I was just greedy for him.
Greedy for more.
I hummed against him when I felt his hand on my breasts. He played with my nipples roughly, plucking on them until all that was left was a searing, pleasurable pain. I grabbed his hand, unsure if I wanted to stop him or for him to continue. He made the decision easier for me as he pushed one hand down my body, reaching for my pussy. His fingers grazed over my clit, the barely-there touch driving me insane. I backed away from his kiss and glared up at him.
“Don’t tease me.”
“Do you think you don’t deserve to be teased even a little, after all you've done tonight?”
It took me a moment to realize what his words meant.
I shook my head. An evil look crossed over his face as he withdrew his hand. Then he grabbed the shampoo bottle and began to clean me and himself up.
Every touch of his was unsexual, in the most frustrating way possible.
Even when he was cleaning my pussy, he was quick and methodical about it. By the time he turned off the shower, I was about ready to kill him.
I grabbed the towel from his hand and wiped myself clean.
“What’s wrong, baby?” he asked, laughter in his voice.
I didn’t say anything. I quickly towel-dried my hair and walked out of the bathroom, still naked.
I stopped short when I found Silas there. From the look of his damp hair, he’d already showered.
He was also shirtless, the phoenix tattoo grabbing my attention.
Killian came up to me. He took the towel from my hand and threw it on the floor before pressing his naked body against mine.
Silas’ honey-brown eyes were alight with a fire I knew well.
Goosebumps rose all over my skin when Killian pressed his naked body against mine from behind.
I took a stuttering breath, especially when I could feel Killian breathing in my skin.
“What do you think, brother? Has our girl been naughty?”
Killian moved his hand to the front and played with my nipples.
I rubbed my legs together, especially when Silas seemed to focus intently on what Killian was doing.
“Naughty. Very naughty. I asked her to run and she disobeyed me, putting not only her safety on the line, but our child's as well.”
“I wasn’t going to leave?—”
I yelped when Killian slapped my nipple.
“Don’t argue, baby. You were in the wrong.”
“But—”
He slapped my other nipple.
It wasn’t the pain, but the meaning behind it that got to me.
I tilted my head back and glared at him.
He smiled wickedly at me, going back to playing with me. His other hand moved down my body, toward my rib, and placed it over the Tiernan tattoo there. I might still be a little angry about him tattooing me, but I had to admit I was growing quite fond of it.
“What should we do about our disobedient little firecracker?”
Silas licked his lips. “I have a few ideas. Why don’t you put her on the bed?”
Killian did as Silas said while Silas left the room. I didn’t know where he went, and I couldn’t care about that, because Killian was guiding me down until I lay flat on my back and Killian had my legs spread.
“What are you doing?” I asked, as he ran his hand teasingly over me.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” he said, massaging the lips of my wet pussy. My legs trembled, and I resisted the urge to close them; if I did, Killian and Silas might find some creative way to punish me. And I didn’t want that… did I?
“Fuck, baby, what are you thinking about that’s gotten you so wet?”
I bit my lip and shook my head. There was no way in hell I would ever tell him. He seemed amused at that, his fingers starting to move side to side of my slit.
I arched off the bed when the feeling got to be too much, but Killian just pushed me back down. “Be my good girl and hold still for me,” Killian said.
“And you know, good girls get a reward,” Silas said from the door. There was something in his hand that I couldn’t make out. It was small, I knew that much. I tried to see, but Killian was now focused on my clit, making me lose my train of thought.
I threw my head to the side and let out a loud sob, tears stinging my eyes. “Please,” I begged. I wanted— needed— them to not tease me so much.
“Do you hear that, Silas?” Killian asked. “I think this is getting to be too much for our girl.”
“Oh, yes, I could hear it. Do you think she deserves any reprieve?”
Killian quickened the movements of his hand in answer. I twisted my legs, trying to get away from his touch, but Silas was there, holding my legs down. I cried harder. “Fuck, what are you guys doing to me?” I asked.
“We’re reminding you.”
My breath caught when Killian moved down between my folds and shoved two thick fingers inside me. I clenched around him, my hands coming down and trying to stop his movements. Silas leaned over until I could see the dark look in his eyes as he used his other hand to gather my wrists, stopping me.
I shook my head just as Killian increased his tempo steadily. Silas’s grin widened. “Fuck, baby. But look at you. Look at how well you’re letting Killian finger-fuck you.”
I couldn’t look even if I wanted to, not while I was in this position.
I turned my head to the side, closing my eyes.
Silas leaned down and sucked my nipple into his mouth. And that was all it took. Wetness squirted out of me, on and on and on, feeling almost endless. For a moment, I was afraid I might have peed myself, but this felt different.
I cried harder from the sensation, and Killian pulled out of me, giving me this time to catch my bearings. Silas kissed me. I whimpered into his mouth, my legs closing.
Fuck.
Just… fuck.
Silas pulled away. Then someone was lifting me up on the bed until I knelt on the soft mattress. Silas pressed close to me from behind while Killian pressed against my front. I was sandwiched between both brothers.
I took in Killian’s face, from the harsh line set in them, and back at Silas, at the dark amusement glinting in his light brown eyes.
I shivered as they both went down and kissed any and every inch of skin they could access. I would have thought they’d rehearsed this, if I didn’t know any better.
“Ready?” Killian asked darkly.
My mind was still befuddled from the orgasm, and it took me a moment to realize he was talking to me.
I frowned. “Ready?”
Silas chuckled behind me. The sound was a seductive caress over my skin, making me feel flushed.
I closed my eyes when I felt his lips on my earlobes, then his teeth.
“Fuck,” I breathed.
“Are you ready, angel?”
“Ready for what?”
“For your reminder.”
“You mean what just happened wasn’t it?”
Killian laughed. “No, firecracker. That was only the beginning.”
Silas moved his hand down and cupped one of my ass cheeks. I closed my eyes briefly at the sensation.
“You’re going to be a good girl and bend over, taking Killian’s cock in your mouth while I prepare you, won’t you?”
I tilted my head back to look at him. “ What ?”
He didn’t answer me. Killian got out of the way, his big, beautiful body on display. My eyes moved down to his wrist tattoo.
It might just be my new favorite. Then Killian grabbed himself and I forgot all about tattoos.
I watched with rapt attention as Killian played with himself, my mouth watering at the thought of taking him in my mouth.
“You’ll let us, won’t you, angel?”
I whimpered. Silas moved closer to me.
“I need your words, angel. Tell me this is something you want.”
“I want this,” I groaned. “I want you. I want both of you.”
“Fucking hell,” Killian gritted out as Silas ran his hands up and down my body. He settled them on my hips and drew me back until I could feel his hard-on pressed snugly between my ass cheeks.
I whimpered.
“If it becomes too much at any point, I want you to say it, you understand?”
I nodded, my eyes softening. I knew that. I always knew that, but it was sweet of him to remind me.
“Good girl,” he said, bringing my face to his and pressing a hard kiss on my lips.
I felt Killian’s hand on my nipples. His touch was gentle. Torturously so. I made a small noise in the back of my throat, feeling it vibrate between my and Silas’s lips.
Silas pulled away first. I turned back to Killian, taking in his cock. I licked my lips in anticipation.
Oral sex was still new to me, but hell if I didn’t enjoy their taste a little too much.
Silas pressed his hand between my shoulder blades and pushed me down until I found myself braced on the bed on all fours. I felt Silas move behind me just as Killian came closer. He tapped the tip of his cock on my chin and, eyes dark, he said, “Open.”
I opened my mouth without thinking, and a small growl escaped him. I would have smiled at the fact that I was able to elicit such a reaction from such a powerful man, had he not slipped his cock inside.
I wrapped my lips around him and sucked. Killian grabbed a fistful of my hair, tugging on it roughly as he shoved his cock in a little deeper. Even then, I could feel he wasn’t in all the way. Fuck, but why was that so hot?
I sucked harder when he pulled back slightly.
“Fucking hell. I’m not going to fucking last,” Killian said harshly.
“Lucky bastard,” Silas muttered behind me. He slapped my ass once, making me yelp around Killian, who only tightened his grip on my hair in response.
“You’ll fucking last. You’re not coming in her mouth,” Silas said, his voice gruff.
“Fuck me,” was all Killian said in response before he slowly fucked my mouth. My eyes watered, just as I felt Silas’s fingers on my back end.
I made a small noise, then I heard something uncapped and a squirting noise, and there was the familiar feeling of something wet and cold hitting my skin.
Lube.
That was what was in Silas’s hand when he came back into the room. My eyes rolled back, and I hummed around Killian as Silas started to massage over my skin. I nearly jolted when I felt his finger pressed on my asshole.
He started to finger-fuck me with it.
Fucking hell.
It was too much. What Killian was doing to my mouth and what Silas was doing to my ass.
Tears stung the corners of my eyes and fell down the sides of my face. Killian cupped my cheek and turned my head slightly upward to look at him. A glimmer in his dark eyes told me he liked me looking like this.
I felt powerful. Like a goddess in control of her sexuality.
I hollowed my cheeks and took more of him in, and his eyes darkened with arousal. My jaw was starting to ache, but I wouldn’t be the one to stop it. If I had my way, Killian would come in my mouth.
Then Silas quickened his fingers on my ass, and I forgot about everything but that sensation.
“Enough,” Silas said suddenly, his voice a low growl.
I mewled in protest when Killian pulled out of my mouth and Silas hauled me back up to a kneeling position.
Silas fumbled with something behind me. It took me a moment to realize he was taking off his clothes.
I turned to look at him, sweat clinging to my forehead.
He pushed my hair away, staring deeply into my eyes.
“We’re going to take you now.”
We?
He meant him and Killian? At the same time?
Before I could ask, Killian was repositioning me on the bed so he was lying on his back on the mattress and I was straddling his middle.
I pressed my hands on his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin there as Silas helped hoist me up a little. I looked down just as Killian grabbed his cock and brought the tip up to my weeping pussy.
He entered me slowly, and I watched the way his beautiful face strained in concentration. I sat down on him once he pushed in all the way, soft little moans making their way to my lips from the feel of him in this position. I always felt more of them when they placed me on top. My nails dug into his skin, silently urging him to move.
He reached up and played with my nipple, twirling the hardened nub around and around his two fingers a bit before plucking at it.
“Be a good girl and let Silas in,” Killian gritted out.
Before I could ask him what he meant, I felt Silas nudging at my back end from behind. I clenched automatically, not used to the intrusion, and Silas paused, bringing his hands down to the outside of my thighs. He leaned down and kissed my head.
“Is this okay?”
I thought about it for a quick second and nodded. He must have lubricated his dick as well, because it wasn’t as hard as I imagined it would be for him to enter.
He kissed my cheek. “Relax for me.”
I took a deep breath and forced my muscles to relax. Silas pushed inside another inch.
Fuck. The feeling was strange. Strange, and not bad. Killian cupped my cheek and turned my attention toward him as Silas pushed in further. I could feel arousal slipping out of me and coating my inner thighs.
Killian pressed his thumb against my lips. I opened automatically and sucked it into my mouth. His eyes darkened.
“Fuck me, baby. Do you know how torturous this feels? You’re such a good girl, letting Silas take your ass.”
I clenched around Silas from Killian’s words, and Silas hissed out a sharp breath, almost sounding like he was in pain.
“Fucking hell. Almost there, angel,” Silas said, reaching around me and flicking over my clit. I nearly shot off from the sensation. The fact that Killian moved his gaze down to see what Silas was doing to me didn’t help.
“Silas,” I groaned.
“Almost there.”
He thrust his hips, and he filled me completely.
This was so much more than I had ever felt before. So much more.
I didn’t know what to do. Should I move? Should they?
Killian must have seen the indecision on my face because he cupped my cheek and brought my attention back to him. “Don’t worry. Just let us do all the work,” he said.
Silas pressed closer to me. “That’s right, angel. You just be a good girl and enjoy the ride.”
His fingers pressed on my clit before rubbing around it in circles.
I clenched down automatically, and both men’s growls made my insides go tingly. Fuck, but I loved being able to elicit such a sound from such powerful men.
I was powerful and weak, all at once.
Whimpers escaped my lips. This felt so good. Silas’s fingers quickened in pace over my clit, while Killian played with my nipples.
“Please, please,” I chanted, needing something— anything.
Killian grinned viciously, and the look on his face was what pushed me over.
I came on a shout, and Silas and Killian moved, both fucking me until there was nothing and no one, just the sense that I was being slowly pulled under.
I closed my eyes, my nails digging a little harder into Killian’s skin. I was sure I would leave a mark on him. Not that he seemed to mind. If anything, the pain only drove him on, and he fucked me just a little harder, a little faster.
“Oh, God,” I cried, feeling my entire body tremble in response. I was going to break apart. There was no other way to put it. They were going to break me. “Please.”
“We got you,” Silas said, grabbing my hips and pushing himself in deeper.
“Fuck!” I screamed.
“She's close,” Killian gritted out, his voice rough.
“Get her there,” Silas commanded.
Killian played with my clit, moving his hand side to side over the sensitive bud.
I threw my head back and came with a cry.
Killian came right after me, and Silas soon followed.
A sob burst free at the sensations. I didn’t care about anything anymore.
I just wanted the feeling to go on, yet I wanted to reach my peak and have them pull me back down, put me back together. It was an overwhelming feeling, one I didn’t know how to handle.
Silas pulled out of me first. I felt the loss of him instantly. I reached out for him.
He grabbed my hands. “It’s okay, angel. I’m right here.”
He was right here with me. Killian gently pulled me off him and laid me down on the bed. I took them in with half-closed eyes, unable to do anything more than lie there.
My limbs were useless. Each of them wore a hungry expression. The expressions of monsters I was beginning to love.
Killian leaned over and kissed me sweetly on the cheek before climbing off the bed and heading toward the bathroom. Silas stayed close to my side, his hands running all over my body soothingly. I was almost asleep when I felt Killian climb back into bed. He carried two wet hand towels. He threw one at Silas and used the other to clean me up.
He smiled, pausing mid-wipe when he noticed me watching him. “These fucking eyes of yours,” he said. “Do you know I would fucking kill anyone, burn anything, just to keep this soft look in your eyes for the rest of your life?”
I smiled.
Maverick’s words rang in my head.
Those bastards would destroy the world if you ask them to.
I got it now. They would do anything for me.
“And it will be a fucking long life, if I have any say,” Silas said, moving into my line of sight.
I was about to say something, but the shadows in his eyes stopped me. I didn’t know what the darkness was, but Killian must have known, because he said, “She’s okay, Silas.”
Was he talking about earlier? The run-in with Sebastian?
Silas confirmed it by saying, “Do you know what it did to me to see Sebastian’s hands on her?”
“I can imagine,” he said darkly.
Silas clenched his fists. “Fuck, but we could have lost her, and there was fuck all I could have done.”
I bit my bottom lip, wanting to reach out to Silas to soothe the heartache in his voice. I knew things were bad back at the garage, but they must have been worse from Silas’s point of view.
Killian grasped Silas’s shoulder. “The important thing is that we didn’t. She’s here with us.”
They both turned and looked at me.
“But she fucking disobeyed me when I told her to run,” Silas said grimly, making me shiver. “How can I trust her to do as I say in the face of danger?”
“If you think I would ever leave, then you don’t know me at all. I would never leave you,” I said vehemently.
Torment moved through his eyes. He didn’t seem as if he knew what to do with me.
I sat up and reached for him, hugging him.
“I’m okay,” I said softly.
He closed his eyes. When he opened them, I was hit with the weight of emotion.
“If something happened to you…” Silas trailed off.
I cupped his cheek. “Nothing happened to me. I’m okay.”
“Fuck, I can’t live without you,” he said, his voice heavy. “I refuse to live without you.”
“I’m okay,” I assured him.
“You’re more than okay. I’m going to make sure Sebastian won’t even get within ten feet of you.”
That was silly. Life was unpredictable at best, and Silas could try to protect me, but I doubted he could plan for everything. But I didn’t tell him that. I thought he just needed me to agree with him, so I nodded.
Silas buried his face in my neck and held me tightly. Killian had been quiet throughout this exchange. I didn’t need to read his mind to know he was feeling the same way Silas was.
I knew they loved me; I just hadn’t realized how much until I could see the clear torment in their faces. Even Maverick had looked like this back in the office, when he had always been so good at masking his thoughts and emotions.
I held out my hand to Killian. He took it, holding it carefully, as if it were a baby bird in his hand.
“Nothing can happen to you,” Silas said thickly, leaning away from me. He wasn’t crying, but I thought this was probably as close as he got to it.
I didn’t have the heart to tell him that wasn’t something we could control.
So I nodded and kissed his cheek. “Nothing will happen to me.”
“Good,” Killian said, his grip on my hand tightening a little until he realized what he was doing and loosened his hold. “We won’t let it.”
I squeezed his hand. “I know.”
And I hoped it would be true. For all of us—Maverick, Silas, Killian, me, and our baby—to be safe.
Safe and happy.
I frowned when the phone rang. I was in my bathroom, getting ready for my day, and the phone was on the counter.
I looked down at the screen.
Unknown number.
This was the fifth call from an unknown number I’d received since the day after we went to the club’s opening. Perhaps the person who had my number before me liked to give their number out.
That was the only explanation. Who else would have my number?
I grabbed the phone and picked it up. “Hello?”
Silence.
“Hello?” I repeated, getting frustrated. I wished they would stop calling me. Or hell, answer.
It was the same every time I picked it up.
“Stop calling me,” I said into the phone and hung up.
I turned back to my reflection in the mirror.
I was starting to get some color back onto my skin. It wasn’t so hard to see myself in the mirror anymore. For the first time in my life, I didn’t look tired. Or sad. Or hopeless.
I looked… happy.
I practiced smiling.
The look still felt unnatural, but I was getting there.
And it was all thanks to my men.
Our problems weren’t resolved. Sebastian was still out there, and he wouldn’t stop looking for me. Not until I took away his chance of getting what he wanted most.
Stocken Isle.
And there was only one way to ensure that. I needed to marry. I knew my men opposed that because they didn’t want me to think they were only with me for the inheritance. But I knew they weren’t. At some point, I had come to trust them completely. I just needed to convince them of that.
I also knew that if we married before my twenty-fifth birthday, I was cutting myself off from the resources to be independent. To stand on my own.
I paused, waiting for the panic to set in.
It never did.
I was okay with giving up this independence. My men would never let me go, and in my own little fucked-up way of thinking, I felt secure in that fact. Like I was finally able to stand on steady ground when everything had been so shaky in my life up until now.
Everything was going to be okay.
I placed my hand on my stomach, and perhaps I was seeing things, but I swore there was a very slight bump there.
We were going to be okay.
No matter what.