Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
Lily
The pain is radiating from my lower back to my abdominals, but I push myself to move as best as I can.
The pain is bordering on paralysis, but I need to keep moving.
I’m not going to die in a fucking towel.
I thought Killian would have noticed something was wrong last night when I got myself back inside, practically limping.
But he said nothing. He didn’t ask if I was okay.
It doesn’t bother me; I’m used to fighting battles on my own.
Killian, wearing nothing but boxers, opens the door and dashes out.
Three figures follow him to the barn. Hell, here it goes.
I dash to the stable. Dirt and hay are under my feet.
The smell of horse manure is in the air.
There are six stalls but only two horses.
It’s too dark to see, but I can tell one has a dark coat and the other a lighter coat.
Something draws me in to the lighter-coated horse, and thankfully he’s calm when I step into his stall to quickly acquaint myself.
“Easy boy,” I whisper as I pet him. “I’m Lily. We are going to go for a ride, okay?”
The towel barely remains wrapped around me. I let it fall to the ground while I saddle him up. The sound of gunshots gets my nerves running. Horses sense fear, and I can tell he is becoming uneasy.
“It’s okay,” I whisper as I work my way around him.
I know it isn’t perfect, but time is of the essence. Grabbing the towel off the floor, I lead the horse right outside the stable. It’s dark inside the stable compared to outside. The moon is so bright. Once I think it’s safe enough, we step out. The full view of the majestic animal comes into view.
My breath catches in my throat when I see a cream-colored stallion standing tall and proud.
He looks exactly like the one I learned to ride on—Milkshake.
The muscles beneath his sleek hide ripple with each gentle movement, showcasing the power and agility that lies within him.
His mane, a cascade of silky blond, flows down his neck.
There is more shooting, and before this horse takes off, I need to get in control.
My body is too stiff from the pain that I’m unable to get myself up on the horse as I anxiously wait for Killian to come out.
Finally, Killian comes hauling toward us now with a rifle in his hand covered in blood splatters.
Tossing the rifle, he effortlessly jumps onto the horse and lifts me with him, seating me in front.
With a kick of his feet and a flick of the reins, the horse takes off into the night.
I hold onto the horn of the saddle with one hand, the other on the pommel for balance.
"Hold on," Killian grunts behind me, his voice rough with urgency. His bare chest presses against my back. The heat of his skin seems to seep through the towel, and I flinch away instinctively.
“Who were they?!” I shout, clutching the towel to my chest, the terrycloth rough against my nipples, which have hardened from the night air and adrenaline.
“I’m going to find out.”
The animal shifts beneath us, restless and sensing the panic in the air.
Killian’s boxer briefs are thin, and I can feel the unmistakable shape of his cock pressing against my lower back as he is pressed behind me. When I feel it twitch, I arch my back away from him.
"Try not to enjoy this too much," I snap, shoving my elbow into him.
Killian's laugh is harsh against my ear.
"Believe me, princess, the last thing I want is to be pressed against your whiny ass while we're being hunted.
" His hands wrap around me to better grip the reins, his forearms brushing against the sides of my breasts.
The contact sends an unwanted jolt through my body.
He kicks the horse into a gallop, and the world dissolves into a blur of darkness and motion. Each stride of the horse forces our bodies together in a brutal rhythm. My ass grinds against Killian's crotch with every bounce, and I can feel him growing harder despite his words.
"Stop moving so much," I bite out, though I know it's the horse's fault, not his.
"Maybe if you weren't squirming like a worm on a hook," he retorts, his breath hot against my neck. His voice has changed, though—rougher, strained. The hatred is still there, but something else is threading through it now.
The towel starts to work loose with the relentless motion while I try to hold onto the horn.
I try to adjust it one-handed, but it's useless.
The terrycloth shifts, exposing more of my back to Killian's chest. His skin is slick with sweat mixed with blood, and the friction is creating a heat between us that has nothing to do with the horse’s rhythm.
"Your towel's falling off," he says, and there's a smug satisfaction in his tone that makes me want to elbow him in the ribs again.
"I'm aware," I snap back. "Unlike some people, I don't make a habit of being half-naked in public."
He chuckles, a low vibration that travels through my entire body. "Says the woman whose bare ass is currently grinding against my dick."
I flush hotly, glad the darkness hides my reaction.
But the truth of his words hangs between us, undeniable.
The horse's gait is forcing a rhythm that's mimicking something far more intimate than escape.
Each thrust upward pushes Killian's hardness against me, and despite my hatred for him, my body is responding.
My pussy starts to ache, a slow throb that builds with every jolt. I press my thighs together, trying to ignore the sensation, but it's useless. The friction is relentless, and my body doesn't care that I despise what’s happening.
"You're getting wet," Killian whispers against my ear, and I freeze. How can he possibly know that? "I can feel it through my boxers. You're enjoying this, aren't you?"
"No," I lie, but my voice cracks. The towel has ridden up so much that his boxers are directly against my bare skin now. The thin fabric does little to hide his erection, and even less to disguise the moisture seeping from me.
"You’re a shitty liar," he breathes, and one of his hands shifts from the reins to grip my hip. His fingers dig into my flesh, holding me in place as the horse continues its punishing rhythm. “This is payback for the show you put on in the shower.”
I should fight him off, should push his hand away and demand he release me.
But the pressure of his fingers on my hip feels too good, and the steady grinding of his cock against my ass is making my head spin.
The pursuit, the danger, the hatred. It all melts away under the relentless physical stimulation.
The horse crests a hill, and for a moment we're airborne. When we land, the impact drives Killian's hardness directly against my slit through the thin layer of his boxers separating us. I cry out, a sound of pure pleasure that I immediately try to stifle.
"That's it," Killian growls, his hand tightening on my hip. "Let me hear you. Let everyone know I’m making you scream."
I shake my head, denying it even as my body betrays me.
The pressure is building, an exquisite tension that's coiling in my stomach.
Each jolt of the horse pushes me closer to the edge, and Killian's grip on my hip is anchoring me to this unbearable pleasure that masks the cramping pain I am having.
The towel slithers down my waist, pooling around my hips.
"Show me how a spoiled brat submits," he demands, his voice rough with desire. "Don’t be shy now."
“Screw you!” I bite out, holding back. The night air wraps around my nipples.
His hand slides up, gripping the crease between my thigh and pelvis. “One taste of me and you’ll never be the same.”
His words should disgust me, but instead they push me over the edge.
The orgasm hits me like a physical blow, stealing my breath and making my vision white out.
I convulse against him, my pussy clenching around nothing as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me.
I should feel shame, disgust, anger, anything but this lingering satisfaction that hums through my veins.
Killian’s breathing is heavy, and his cock remains stiff against me as I climax all over it. A final shudder runs through my body as I try to get some distance.
“Get me off here, you pervert,” I sneer, pulling the towel around me again.
The horse begins to slow its pace, and the night rushes back in—the sounds of the night, the chill air on my exposed skin, the reality of what just happened. Killian releases my hip, his hand returning to the reins.
"We need to keep moving," he finally says, his voice devoid of emotion. "I’m not looking to get pneumonia."
“What did you get out of that? You’re just as horrible as Nico Vidalia.”
“Usually women are more relaxed after a good release.” His voice is condescending. “But if you want to compare me to someone like Nico, let me start acting like him.”
Just like that, the towel is ripped off me and tossed while he continues to ride.
“Asshole!” I cover my breasts.
“Oh, now you’re shy. Not the same confidence you had when you took that shower.”
I surrender. “Fine, you win! You made your point that you’re in control. But I’m not dealing with this. I’d rather take my chances with whatever is out there than stay here with you.”
Frustrated, I try to dismount the horse, but Killian makes it impossible.
His arm wraps around my waist. “I told you if you test my limits, I’ll make it miserable for you. But let me make this very clear. If you ever compare me to that vile piece of shit of a human again, you’ll see exactly what humiliation will look like.”
I nod, not trusting myself to speak. I see flashbacks of those girls in cages, things I saw that should never happen to any female. This was better than going back to that.