21. Killian
Maricela cries non-stop while whispering my name over and over into my shirt. I make sure to remove my pants and my shirt altogether.
I see her desire to touch me as she leaves my lips to breathe. She thinks I got what I wanted. She still can’t see the big picture.
I look at my cock, knowing that I can’t continue to fuck her like she needs me to. I pick up the pink dildo I bought just for this purpose. I knew I must have it when I saw it.
The shape of the banana will torture her G–spot, no doubt, and her strong hatred for the color pink is just a bonus. It’s on principle. My woman is against gender appropriation.
She always looks at Connie weirdly whenever the girl chooses a pink shirt, although she says nothing. It’s amusing.
Maricela watches what I’m doing, and her eyebrows raise almost to her hairline. The look in her eyes is wild.
I missed the turquoise in them. It’s as if, at this moment, everything is peaceful inside her. But that’s not what I’m after. Not now, not at this moment. I need to knock down another part of her walls, her grief.
Maricela has not mourned her sister since she returned. She accepted her death and Santino’s act almost apathetically.
She answers Connie’s every question about Serena as best she can, but she refuses to cry over her sister or even talk about her with Raven, from what her guards claim. They talk about everything except the most important topics.
One of the smarter guards that Liam has placed on her claims that Raven has tried several times said that Maricela refuses to talk about Serena, and while I don’t give a flying fuck about the bitch, I need Maricela to fall into grief. It’s the only way she’ll come out of it. Whatever it is.
“Please, Killian. I don’t think I can take it anymore.”
My name escapes her lips, seemingly without forethought. She makes no effort to say it as if nothing had stopped her from saying my name before now.
“I promised you something, and our game is not over, Little Girl.”
She opens her mouth perfectly, and I shove the pink banana dildo inside.
“Suck, however you can.”
There’s no way she’ll be able to close her delicate mouth on that dildo. She can’t do it with my cock. I know this will hurt her. I want it to hurt her.
“Just” I shove the banana inside, making her eyes roll. It’s much bigger than the real fruit that sealed our fate in college.
“Like” I keep it inside of her, making her choke on it, robbing her of her faculties.
“That.”
I let her breathe, and even in her haze of sex and lust, she calls out, “Cabron,” encouraging me to fuck her mouth with it, knowing that this time she is mine, this time it’s not about humiliation and games. It’s us.
She wets and licks the toy as much as she can.
“Such a good girl,” I praise and kiss her. Hard.
I don’t give her time to think and insert the wide, long toy inside her. She moans into my mouth, and I bite her tongue.
“Killian!” she screams.
The entire office must have heard that one.
I don’t know how many hours we’ve been here. It’s a good thing I was able to think and ask Marlina to take care of the kids before I let my rage get the better of me.
“It’s too big. Too big. I can’t. Please, it’s too much...”
“You can. You will.” I push it in a little deeper.
“You take that cock so well. You’re such a good little girl. Look at how your cunt swallows this thing. You do it so well for me.”
She sobs again, part pain, part pleasure, part fear. Maricela is afraid of what I’m about to demand from her.
It’s tempting. I can ask her many questions, but that’s not my goal.
“You do such a good job. Your sweet cunt swallows the banana so well for me. You’ll do it for me, won’t you?”
She tries to nod and almost succeeds until I extract the toy. I feel her clit pulsing around my fingers.
“Good girl. My good little girl.”
“I did what you asked,” she complains.
“Innocent, ever so innocent.”
I kiss her nose, and a broken smile rises on her soft lips.
“Little Girl, what is your sister’s name?”
She opens her eyes, and I see confusion in their depths. She doesn’t say anything. I push the toy in again and then pull it out, only to insert it again with a thrust.
Her cunt swallows everything I give her. This time, she doesn’t even manage to scream.
Her nipples are hard, so hard and inviting that I can’t resist. I suck one of them into my mouth while fucking her with the toy. Sounds and words escape from her lips. Pleas for me to stop. I proceed at a slow pace. In and out. In and out.
“What is your sister’s name?” I ask again.
“Ser— Serena,” Her voice is broken. She’s clearly tired.
“I don’t understand.”
I add one of my fingers to the side of the dildo stuck inside her. She’s so wet. So tight. Her eyes harden, and she throws her head back.
“I don’t need you to understand me. I need you to do what I ask.”
“Serena,” she says again.
I pull my finger out of her and start moving the dildo faster, not as fast as I fucked her, but not excruciatingly slow, either.
“I can’t take it anymore. Killer, please.” My nickname.
I didn’t ask her to say it, and I don’t think she realizes that she did. It’s unlikely that she has any control over her actions now.
I plump her other nipple and bite it because I can. Because I want to.
“Mine...” My body moves in symphony with the rhythm of the dildo inside her. The pink shiny banana is wet. So fucking wet.
“And what happened to your sister?”
Her eyes are open as if she is coming out of the trance she was in just moments ago. Fear again appears on her beautiful face.
“What happened to your sister?” I ask again, not stopping my movements.
“Killian, please don’t do this.” My girl is smart.
“What happened to your sister?”
I pull the dildo out of her when she doesn’t answer me and shove it back in. She moans loudly, but it’s not enough. I pick up the pace of my movements.
Again, she starts to lose it. The pain speaks to her more than the pleasure in such moments. She needs someone to make her say what she doesn’t want to.
“I’m going to— I...” she whispers, probably unable to shout anymore.
If the clock above my head is correct, we’ve been here for over three hours. Three hours in which I abuse her.
Her entire body stiffens, and she squirts into my hand, soaking my pants. She bucks as if not caring how she looks. If she only knew, ethereal is the only word that comes to my mind as I watch her.
“I didn’t fuck anyone. Happy?”I’m delighted.
I rejoice in knowing that, just like me, she hadn’t touched a soul all those years. Liam, Madd, and even Kai continually tried to get me whores. At some point, I decided it would be easier to pay a nameless woman for a show of moans and screams.
“What happened to your sister, Maricela?”
She opens her eyes, her mouth wide open. I go on my knees in front of her, taking the dildo out. Her arousal is everywhere. I suck the swollen lips of her cunt gently into my mouth.
“She passed away,” my little girl tries to deflect.
Not today. Not ever. Not with me. I keep on sucking, kissing. Her body is beneath me now. Just the way I want her.
“Wrong! What happened to your sister?”
I circle her cunt lips, waiting for her answer.
“What happened to your fucking sister, Little Girl?”
“She passed away.”
“No, Maricela, what the hell happened to your sister?”
“He murdered her!” She sobs again. I don’t relent, still lapping on her cunt. So sweet. So mine.
“Who is he?” I demand.
“Your brother,” she says in such a small voice.
“What was my brother’s name? Call the monster by his name! Say his name, dammit. Say his fucking name!”
“I don’t want to.”
“Maricela, I will leave you here naked and completely submissive until you say his name.”
“Killian... Please.” My name on her lips is almost an aphrodisiac, and still, I don’t stop.
“You can do it, my wild girl. My beautiful, gorgeous little girl. What did my brother do to Serena?”
I stand, leaving her spent cunt, to look into her face. She looks at me, too.
“He murdered Serena.”
“Right, and why did he do it?”
“I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. She loved him. She loved him.”
I won’t give my opinion of Serena. She didn’t love anyone. Not even her kids.
“I know why, and I’ll tell you, but you must tell me his name.”
“Killian, please. Please don’t.”
“Maricela, my brother’s name, now.”
“Santino,” she almost whispers to herself.
“Stronger!”
“Santino.”
“Shout his name. Curse him. He took your sister. Get it all out. Scream it.”
“Santino murdered her. He murdered her. He murdered her. He murdered my sister.”
I release her legs and hands, and she falls into my arms, crying. Finally, she truly cries.
“Repeat my name,” I ask this time, without demanding.
“Killian.”
“That’s right. I’m your Killian, and now I’m going to fuck your cunt on the desk, and you’ll end with my name on your lips.”
I release her legs and massage them softly before I do the same to her hands. She’s in my arms, where she belongs.
I wrap her in my arms and caress her until she falls asleep. I don’t have such a need. She’s here by my side, and she gave me what I wanted. That was the easy part.
I know she’s hiding things from me. Secrets she doesn’t think I can cope with.
“Killian?” she whispers into the darkness. “You don’t want to ask me anything about Maverick?”
She slept for hours. Everyone in the office left long ago, and I doubt Maricela has any idea what time it is.
While she slept, I laid here, next to her, watching and seeing a peace on her face that wasn’t there before, not since she returned. But it isn’t complete.
I love watching her face. Her tiny nose scrunched when she slept, and she mumbled to herself in Spanish things I couldn’t decipher, things that disturbed her peace. Things I want to destroy.
“You said you didn’t fuck him. That’s enough for me.” She turns her face to me, only to let me see her roll her eyes.
“He was my boss, nothing more. We weren’t even friends. I don’t even like him as a person.” I kiss her lips gently this time. “There are other things.”
“I know, and you’ll tell me.”
“They’ll break us,” she assures me as if she knows there’s no other outcome to the truth she’s hiding from me.
“We’ll get through this together, Little Girl.”
I sit with her on the floor, letting her cry about everything she lost. For everything she still faces, for everything that still awaits her.
“Killian,” she tries again.
“Hm?” I whisper into her hair, flooding myself with her scent of wild waters and foreign, distant flowers.
“Nothing. I just wanted to say your name.”
I smile into her hair, wrap her in my embrace, and pull her into my lap. We sit like that until the sun peeks in through the floor-to-ceiling window.
Finally, I relax and close my eyes. Sleep comes fast.
Loud knocking and voices outside the door wake me. Maricela covers her face with her hands. The knocking continues.
“I’ll break down the door,” Maddox says.
“He’ll leave you without hands if you see her naked,” Liam warns.
“Everyone heard them. We know what they’ve been doing.”
“Because that’s what he wanted. Do it, and you’re digging your own grave.”
Maricela whispers, “They won’t leave. Just open the door for them. I never thought I’d say this, but Maddox is a bigger loon than Liam.” She shouts those last words before disappearing into the bathroom.
I yank the door open and give them both a glare.
“What the fuck?”
My dick is still out. Maddox covers his eyes with one hand and makes the sign of the cross with the other. That’s new.
“Don’t you dare say a word. You fucked right next to us on the plane, and you made eyes at Hayato and his driver, for fuck’s sake.”
“They were hot. And I’m a viral man.”
Kai steps forward, pushing the others out of his way.
“It’s Franco. We think he’s the intel of the Albanians.”
Well, fuck.