Chapter 40
Chapter Forty
Lily
Idon’t have to actually take this, but I feel obligated to. But I’m not going to let him have this kind of power over me for long. Killian thinks he’s superior, but he’s just a man, and every man caves into pussy at some point.
I swing my leg over him and sit against his stiff cock. “If you want to fuck me, Killian, just say so,” I spit out as I hold the sandwich up to his mouth. “You don’t have to act tough.”
He bites into the sandwich, nipping my fingers on purpose. I watch his jaw clenching as he chews, his eyes looking deadly at me. He swallows, his throat muscles moving. Just watching him eat is turning me on.
“I’m starting to think that’s what turns you on,” he states before taking another bite.
“Or maybe I just want to get fucked,” I reply, wiping the edge of his lip.
“So you claim now. You’ll never get me out of your system,” he says with a look of certainty, but the smirk playing on his lips tells me I piqued his interest. “You’ll just end up with a broken heart and pussy.”
“Wanna bet?” I feel his cock twitch.
He lets out a deep and throaty laugh. “Don’t say something you can’t take back, Liliana,” he warns as he wraps his hand around my throat.
“Go ahead, Killian,” I dare, my heart pounding as I meet his gaze. “Wreck. Me.”
"Fuck." The word is barely audible. He releases my throat only to grab my hair, yanking my head back. "You’re going to regret that.”
He tears my T-shirt open and rips the sports bra over my head, tossing it aside. He gets to his feet while I’m still straddling him and drops me onto the sofa, the metal chain leash clicking on the floor, as he continues to rip my clothes off.
“You wanted this? You're going to get it." His voice is low, dangerous. He strips down to nothing.
I should be scared, but my body isn’t trembling from fear—it’s from needing this more than anything, even though I don’t understand why. He places a knee on the sofa in between my legs and hovers over me. Taking the string of my tampon, he pulls it out and tosses it somewhere.
Killian smirks, a predator's grin, and trails fingers of his free hand down my body, circling my nipple but not touching. "So responsive. Look how hard they are for me."
I arch my back, silently begging for contact.
He chuckles, finally pinching my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
The sharp pleasure-pain makes me gasp. He rolls the sensitive bud, tugging until I'm writhing beneath him.
Then slides between my legs, fingers teasing my lips before entering a finger.
“Now how are you going to go back to your perfect life after I’m done with you?”
I have no words. He adds a second finger, stretching me. The heel of his hand grinds against my clit. I'm so close already, embarrassingly close. My thighs start to shake.
"Don't you dare come," he growls, withdrawing his hand completely. "Not until I say so."
I whine in protest, but he's already moving down my body. His mouth closes over my nipple, sucking hard. One hand returns to my pussy, spreading me open while the other holds my hip down. His teeth scrape against my sensitive flesh.
"Killian..." I gasp his name.
He bites down sharply. His tongue soothes the sting. "I don’t care how close you are. You don't get to decide when you come. I do." He tugs at the leash.
Three fingers push inside me now, pumping faster. His thumb circles my clit with maddening precision. The pressure builds, hot and tight in my belly. I try to hold back, to obey, but my body betrays me.
"Please, I can’t hold out anymore." The words tear from my throat.
His fingers curl, hitting that perfect spot again and again. "Not yet."
Tears of frustration leak from my eyes. I'm so close, hovering on the edge. Every nerve ending screams for release. His mouth moves to my other breast, giving it the same treatment—licking, sucking, biting.
"Such a messy little slut," he murmurs against my skin. "Dripping all over my fingers. You want it that bad, don't you?"
I can only nod, words beyond me now. He adds a fourth finger, stretching me almost painfully. The fullness is overwhelming. His thumb presses harder on my clit, rubbing in tight circles.
"If you give up now," he says, tugging the chain again, "I’m going to whip those ass cheeks until they bleed."
If that is a threat, he failed. “Promise,” I pant.
His eyes are dark as though he wants me to disobey. “Are you willing to find out?” He applies more pressure to my clit and relentlessly finger fucks me, testing whether I’m bluffing.
I let my orgasm crash through me, violent and overwhelming. I scream as waves of pleasure wrack my body, pussy clamping down on his fingers. Wetness gushes out.
Killian doesn't stop. He keeps pumping his fingers, drawing out my pleasure until I'm sobbing from overstimulation. Only then does he withdraw, bringing his glistening fingers, a mixture of what’s come out of me, to my lips.
"Taste yourself," he orders.
I lick his fingers clean, sucking them into my mouth. His cock twitches against my thigh, hard and ready. My own arousal spikes again despite the intensity of my orgasm.
He pulls his fingers from my mouth with a wet pop. "Now we're really going to have some fun."