Caroline #2
“Maybe I need to prove that all I need is you.”
“Maybe you do,” I say, my lips parting. My voice gets softer because Killian’s hands are moving, pulling my dress up my legs until it’s bunched around my waist.
“It’s a good thing you’ve reformed me,” he says. He traces the edge of my panties before sliding his middle finger inside me.
“Always so wet for me,” he groans.
“I’ve been wet for hours,” I whisper. A soft moan escapes me as he continues pushing his finger in and out of me, torturously slowly.
I reach behind me and fumble with his belt.
Killian chuckles dryly. “Sweet little Caroline needing to be fucked in public because she can’t wait.”
I push my hand through his boxer briefs and wrap it around his thickness. Killian hisses in a breath.
“It’s all your fault,” I say. “You’re the one who made me this way.”
Killian removes his hand from my panties, leaving me bereft. It’s not for long, though. I feel the head of his cock pushing against my entrance and with one thrust, he’s inside me. I’m never going to get over the feeling of him inside me, stretching me to fit him.
“Fucking made for me, butterfly,” Killian groans. My head falls forward and he wraps a hand around my throat, pulling me back against him. The cool metal of his rings digs into my soft flesh.
“I want you to watch us. Watch yourself fall apart for me. Watch me tell you that I belong to you and no one else.”
I brace my hands on the counter, the force of his thrusts pushing me forward. Each time he pulls out, my pussy tightens around him, refusing to let go. Something about seeing his hand on my throat just makes me wetter.
“Look how perfectly take my cock every fucking time,” he says.
His heated eyes meet mine in the mirror as he continues to thrust. I can’t look away, I can’t close my eyes. He has me hooked.
“You like being mine, don’t you, Caroline?”
“I like knowing you’re mine,” I say.
Killian’s eyes flare. “Fuck, look at what you do to me. Make me want to give up everything and lay myself bare for you. Do you understand the kind of power you have?”
“I like having this power over you,” I reply honestly.
I cry out as he hits a spot deep inside me.
“Shh,” Killian whispers. “Be quiet, baby. Your sounds are only for me. I don’t want anyone else to hear them. You’ll be good for me, won’t you?”
I nod frantically. I’m so close to coming he can ask me anything and I’ll say yes.
There are times when Killian goes slow and sweet even when he’s trying to rearrange my insides and make me remember that I belong to him.
This isn’t one of those times. Right now, he’s fucking me hard and fast, eager to make us both come quickly.
“Make yourself come for me,” Killian commands.
I push my hand inside my panties to rub my clit. It doesn’t take long between Killian’s forceful thrusts and me massaging my clit for my belly to tighten. My orgasm cuts through me like a knife and I have to cover my mouth with my other hand so I don’t scream.
My pussy clamps down on Killian’s cock and he curses in my ear as it forces his own orgasm. His release fills me and I fall forward, catching my breath in the aftermath of that intense orgasm.
“You’re mine, Caroline,” Killian says, eyes locked on mine. “My beautiful chaos.”
He cleans us up before I kick him out so I can pee and properly clean up. Sex without condoms is messy and I only realize that when I have to clean up afterwards.
I straighten my dress and hair. Only then do I see the marks on the side of my neck where Killian’s rings pressed a little too hard. Taking out my concealer, I apply quick dabs to cover them over before walking out.
Killian is leaning on the wall across the restroom and he grins lasciviously when I walk out. I blush and roll my eyes.
“I can safely say I’ve never done it at one of these events before,” I say, taking his hand.
“I hope you enjoyed it because we’ll not be attending one of these events again,” he says. “I wanted to spend tonight with you and instead I’ve been shown around like a prized pony.”
I laugh at his dramatics. “Dawn is so nice. She’s enamored. I can see why.”
“She’s…something,” Killian says.
I’m laughing as we walk back into the party, my eyes trained on Killian, which is why I don’t see the woman standing at the entrance.
“Caroline?”
I stop and turn around. As soon as I see her, the blood drains from my face and my world spins.
“Rebecca,” I say through cold lips.
With a shark-like smile, she bridges the gap between us and leans in to kiss both my cheeks.
“Oh my gosh, I thought that was you!” She gushes. “Even though you look so…different.”
Her eyes trail down my body and I have to do everything I can not to fidget.
“What are you doing here?” I manage to ask.
“I’m here with my mother-in-law,” Rebecca says, still smiling. It’s a smile right out of a horror movie. She’s not smiling because she’s happy to see me. She’s smiling because she’s seeing my social ruin and it makes her ecstatic.
“How nice,” I reply. My brain isn’t working and I can’t think of a single thing to say.
“We were all so worried about you when you disappeared,” Rebecca says. “But here you are.”
Her eyes swing to Killian and I can already hear all the salacious gossip she’s going to take back home.
Here I am with my ex-fiancé’s older brother. Holding his hand and looking up at him like he hung the fucking moon.
Oh, god, I can’t breathe.
“Please excuse me,” I mumble.
Pulling my hand out of Killian’s, I turn around and speed walk to the exit, gasping for breath.