3. - – Killian
CHAPTER THREE
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KILLIAN
Her short, sharp intake of breath tells me two things.
One.
My words are what she fears.
Two.
No matter what that fear is, she fucking loves it.
The broken girl who came into my office craves the terror I offer her.
She was feisty, yes—a cover for what truly plagues her. A woman who has been hurt by everyone in her life.
A lady so desperate to be loved, that out of fear of not getting it, she pushes everyone away and craves the darkness she believes she needs to hide behind.
I was kept away, caged by a fortress that Dr. Miller had placed around me, the walls made of thorns so sharp that I was cut to shreds every time I tried to cross.
His mind is a powerful thing when he takes his meds.
Then she walked into our office full of attitude and something dark lurking in the depth of her eyes.
She tried to hide it from me, but I saw it.
The same dark and desperate soul as my own.
That look, paired with the mere scent of her, called to me; she even smelled like darkness.
An intoxicating smell of belladonna, the rich berry scent making my mouth water. I knew I had to have her.
That night, I pushed hard, banging on my confines. The moment I saw him flush the pills down the toilet, I knew I had won. He recognized what a monumental gift we had in our hands.
“Dr. Miller, untie me!” Mac screams the last words as her muscles bulge against her skin.
She fights so hard to get away from me that my cock throbs in my jeans. Fuck, I want to bury myself deep in her hot, wet cunt.
“Killian.” A thickness laces my words, making my voice deeper and desperate.
“You will call me by my name, my little psycho.” My hand lowers to toy with the cuff they had placed around her ankles.
She lifts her leg as if she is trying to shake off my touch, but the chain won’t let her get that far.
I chuckle. “You know, seeing you spread out for me like this only makes me want to ruin you even more.”
Taking a step to the side, I slowly make my way towards the head of the bed, my hand trailing over her soft skin as I do.
When my fingers brush against the hem of her gown, I grip it tight, dragging it up to reveal her honey skin to the darkness.
She trembles, her chest rising and falling fast. To someone who doesn’t know her, they would think she hates this, that I am the bad man.
But I am. The difference is that I would never hurt her.
Anyone else I would have killed and taken their fingernails as a trophy to add to my jar.
Pushing her hospital gown all the way up, the slight resistance I feel when it can’t go any higher makes me growl.
“Killian? Let me go, let me touch you,” she pleads with me, her eyes shifting between fear and wanting.
We have talked about her childhood. I know what he did to her, what they all did to her. They violated her; they took her innocence and threw it away like trash they no longer needed.
Mackenzie isn’t that. She is a beautiful darkness; she is mine.
Leaning over her, I look down into her pretty face, her bright green eyes looking into my light gray ones, locking together in a dance of need.
“You forget your place, my little psycho. I am the one that gives the orders.” Lowering, I lick my wet tongue over her parted lips, capturing her words before the sound even leaves her mouth.
She whimpers, making a devilish grin curl my lips.
“Now I am going to fuck you, and afterwards I may let you loose.”
Moving further down the bed, my eyes lock onto her naked breasts, her dark chocolate nipples hard, waiting for my bite.
They took her bras away when she first got here; after all, she is in the maximum security section of the hospital, on suicide watch.
All of her bras had under-wire in them, which poses a risk, not only to her, but to all the other patients on the ward.
Mac refused to wear anything else. She decided she didn’t need one.
Fuck me, was I happy about that—she has perfect tits. More than a handful, a perfect tear drop shape that makes them bounce around hard when she is fucking me on my desk.
I tilt my head forward, swirling my tongue around in my mouth, gathering my saliva before I push it between my lips and let it dangle a little before I add more, making it too heavy, so that it drops on the center of her nipple.
It bubbles for a second before it spills over the edge, covering her dark brown areola.
It’s like I’m covering her in a sheet of my DNA, tethering her to me forever.
When she came to me, she was ready to burn the world down while ripping her soul from it. I managed to set her on a new trajectory. She can still rip her spirit from the plains of this earth but instead of floating in the internal darkness, she’ll be floating towards me.
I will help her burn the world down.
Lowering my tongue, it snakes out of my mouth as I lick around her supple flesh, spreading my spit further on her skin.
I flatten my tongue, letting my warm, rough touch caress the silken curve of her breast, going down until I can kiss along her rib cage then over her quivering stomach, my hands gripping her hips in a bruising hold.
I close my eyes and inhale deeply. The sounds of her whimpers taint the air with carnal need—I can smell how much she wants my cock buried deep in her.
My fingers twitch on her, wanting to part her legs so I can sink into her heat. My cock jerks hard in my slacks, knowing that I am going to wait. This torture is so my little psycho is begging for me.
Fuck, I love to hear her plead with me to take her, to ruin her soul.
My tongue travels lower, licking over her hipbone, and my touch follows the jagged mark that I left there last week. “Mac? Can you remember what this mark is for?” I lift slightly to see a red bumpy line in the shape of a “K” on her flesh.
“Yes.” Her breathy voice is so low in the dark that I almost miss it.
“Say it again, my little psycho, louder,” I order, my teeth aching to dig into the softness of her skin.
“Yes, Killian.” Her body bows a little off the bed, the restraints offering her some give. But it’s not enough.
“What does it mean?”
“That I belong to you,” she cries out, part in anger, the other in wanting.
Grinning, I lower to sink my teeth into her soft skin. Mac screams out as her body shudders. The clink of the chain that binds her reverberates around the room as she tries to break free from them. Her fighting me only makes me want to give her even more pain.
Sucking on her sweet flesh, I bite into her harder before I pull back slightly. “By the time you leave here, my name on your flesh will be a permanent reminder that you are mine.”
My hand moves to my jacket pocket to pull out the small blade that I keep hidden in there.
My eyes zone in on the space next to the K, and lifting the blade, I push it into her skin.
My thirsty eyes watch as blood pools around the edges, making a red line frame around the metal like it’s caging her flesh, wanting to be bound to her just as my soul does.
As I move it upwards, slowly carving her with the letter “I,” Mac cries out, and a guttural growl flies from my lips. “Good fucking girl, you like this, don’t you? You love the painful pleasure you are getting.”
Mac whimpers, her hips restless on the bed. She pulls on the cuffs again, the chain rattling into the air. Tilting my head to the side, my nostrils flare as I pull in a deep breath of her, her arousal seeping into my senses and making me want to drink from her.
My fingers dig the blade into her skin harder, marking her again with a part of me that will be with her forever, no matter what.
Lifting the razor, I look down at the perfect “K” with the “I” sitting next to it, knowing she will be mine by the week is done.
I grin. “Almost.” My words are more to myself; I could mark her now fully, then where would the fun be? I enjoy the tease, the promise I offer her each time I leave. That no matter what happens, more will be coming.
Standing up, I move back to the foot of the bed, my eyes taking her in again. Her body is peeking at me from under her gown, teasing me with little hints of her breasts. Her curvy thighs, the full bush of hair I know she has covering her pussy.
I know she wishes she could shave it, but the blades she needs are not allowed. Too much of a risk that they will be used inappropriately.
Me on the other hand fucking loves it. The way her cum sticks to every hair, making it glisten in the light has my mouth watering every time I see it. I’m powerless but to tease it with my tongue, licking it clean until it almost brings me to my fucking knees.
Don’t get me wrong, I love a clean snatch like the next man. But something about Mac standing naked for me, like some kind of earth woman, does things to me. Makes me want to spoil her, and not in a good way.
My hand reaches forward, and I rip the rest of the white hospital gown open, exposing her perfect little body to me.
She has a birthmark that looks like a jagged heart under her left breast, her tummy is flat, and her hips wide.
My mouth suddenly feels dry as my gaze lowers to her thick thighs.
When she first arrived here, she was plump in a curvy way.
I knew she could take my pounding into her like a champ.
Fuck me, she fucking did. She begged me for more that first night.
Leaning forward, my hand trails along her shaking leg, her skin soft as silk. Mac moans. “Killian, please.”
I grin. “You have stopped fearing me?” My eyes flick up to watch her hungry stare gaze back at me.
She pulls her lower lip into her mouth, and nibbles on her plump flesh. After a beat, the side of her lips lifts into a slow, shy grin. “I like it,” she confesses, then shifts her legs so they are open more, giving me a full view of her pussy laid out for me like a snack.