27. Maricela
“My little girl needs a fuck?”
Killian looks at me with hunger, desire, and the need to give me whatever I want. Ronen was right: I have power over this man. He’s mine, no matter that we never say the words.
We’re both beyond doomed. He’ll take me, and he’ll do unspeakable things to me. I’ll forget. I’ll bury myself inside him, and I’ll forget all the things I did or were done to me to hurt us. I will. I must.
“Little girl, you know I need your words.”
“Fuck me, Killian. Here and now. I need it. Claim me. Fuck me.”
“If someone sees you in this position, I’ll have to murder them. Let’s go inside.”
I shake my head. All I can see is a face with a scar. A scar that I made. I need to forget— fucking forget everything apart from this. I don’t say it. Killian knows I hide things from him. “Where do you want me to fuck you?”
“Here, on the back of your car.”
He grabs me by the waist, saying nothing. Pulling me to him as I bury my nose into his neck, pulling in the scent of mint and spices I know so well.
Today, he wears a gray suit that does nothing to hide his physique. I want to tear it from him. I almost do.
Instead, I kiss him hard and soft, pouring all my emotions into the kiss. I bite his lips, coaxing him to fuck my mouth with his tongue. He does. Our tongues collide in a rare dance of give and take.
Usually, I give him what he needs because by doing so, he gives me what I crave the most—his brand of ruthlessness. Now, however, I want to touch him all over, to claim him as mine as he has done to me so many times.
I don’t know how long we stand here in the parking garage, where each sound we make amplifies tenfold.
Each smack of the lips and each rustle of fabricis like thunder out of nowhere. I’m starting to understand why singers like to sing in places such as this.
He squeezes my ass, an ass he hasn’t claimed just yet. I need him to do that, but not here. If I know anything about Killian, it’s that he must take care of me. He won’t hurt me here without lube.
He won’t hurt me at all. Not on purpose. That realization is palpable. It lets me know I can give myself to this man, and he’ll do everything in his power to give me what I want, what I need. So, I bite his Adam’s apple, making him growl for all to hear.
“My naughty girl.”
He plasters me to him even more, so I do it again. This time, I lick the spot afterward, making love to it. I bite his neck in an attempt to leave a mark there, too. Now, the entire world—particularly Lila—will know who Killian Fierro belongs to.
We move like this for the longest time. It could be hours, for all I know. A lifetime with this man isn’t enough to satisfy me.
“Killian, I need it, hard. Please,” I beg, doing what he loves the most, what we love the most, not caring how I sound. I never do with him.
“How hard?”
He bites my neck as well, the pleasure-pain feeding my desire. I don’t think I could be happy without pain. The pain is a reminder that I’m breathing, that I’m here. That no matter what I did, life brought me back into his arms.
“As much as it takes to remind me I’m alive.”
He halts his attack on my skin for a second, searching for something. I don’t know what he finds in my colorful eyes, but he nods as if in agreement.
He proclaims the colors speak to him and tells him more than I want him to know. I hope not.
“You’re alive.” Kiss.
“You’re mine.” Nip.
“You’re with me.” Bite.
“Do you hear me?” He almost throws me on the back of the car.
I laugh. I can’t help it. His possessive alpha bullshit makes my body sing for this asshole.
“Look at you, laying across the painting I did for you.”
I roll my eyes for him to see, and he retaliates with a pinch to my nipple.
“You never were appreciative of my art, cabron.”
He throws his head back in true laughter, a rare sound coming from him. It’s a low sound, like the roar of a lion. My lion. Killian is mine.
“Little Girl, some people shouldn’t paint, and you’re one of those people.”
I snicker. Imagine a more relaxed Killian driving up to the university steps just to see his once-red car painted with a horrendous picture of him and his two friends.
“Cabron de mierda.”
He puts his hand on my breast, massaging the area in circles. He isn’t mad today. If he only knew who was here, in his building.
No, I can’t let myself think about that man, not now, not ever.
“Now, it’s not nice to speak to your man like that. Be a good little girl and lift that skirt you finally decided to wear.”
Usually, wearing a skirt makes me grumpy, but this one was a gift from Isabella, and I didn’t want to hurt her feelings, so I put it on. It’s a nice black skirt, but it isn’t tight. Instead of the regular pencil skirt that’s typically mandatory office wear, this one is an A-line skirt, flailing with every step I take.
I think Isabella remembered my “If it’s not comfy, I don’t wear it” rule.
I do as he asks, knowing that he’ll discover the simple pink cotton panties underneath.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he roars into the fabric, licking it once, twice, three times. “You want my mouth?”
I shake my head. I love his mouth on me, but what I need him to do now is to rut into me. To remind me of my place by his side.
“Use words, Maricela.”
“I wa— I want you to take me hard.”
“And then?” He licks me again, making me squirm.
“And then you can—” My cheeks flame with heat. Thank God for my darker skin.
“Continue. What do you want from me after I come inside your cunt?” I breathe hard. For him. Because of him. “Maricela, what do you want?”
“I want you to eat me out after?” It comes out like a question—an uncertainty.
“My kinky little girl. You want me to taste my cum inside of your cunt?”
He pushes the fabric of my panties aside, not even bothering to take them off entirely. I hear rather than see him unzipping his pants to take out his cock. Me trying to lift my head to look at him is futile, as he holds me down by my breasts.
“I’m going to fuck you, and you’re going to scream for me.” He thrusts into me in one go. His piercing pushes into me, and I arch for him. Killian stays inside me, not moving at all, letting me feel fully alive.
Killian Fierro has his faults. His dick is not one of them. “Feel me, Little Girl. Feel how good we are together.”
And I do. With him, I feel it all. No matter how much I want my heart to stop feeling, for his sake, I can’t.
I cry out as he takes his warmth away just to fuck into me even harder. This time, he doesn’t stop his movements. On and on, he moves, pumping faster, harder, and deeper than ever, on and on as I plead for more.
“Fuck, look at your cunt swallowing me down. So good, my little wild girl. My woman. Mine,” he says as if to himself, seemingly lost in what my body has to give him.
My muscles convulse each time he pounds into me and hits my clit with his flesh while making me soar for him from the inside. I don’t know how much longer I can take it. Everything is brighter, even this damn parking garage. The only thing that prevents me from coming and falling apart is him.
“You need your dose of pain, don’t you, my little girl? What if I don’t want to give you what you need? What if I want to come without letting you do the same?”
I whimper. I can’t hold it in. Each thrust touches my clit, but it’s not enough, not even him plowing into the pleasure spots inside me. I need more.
We move in tandem, not stopping for a second. “Look at you, so needy for pain. So helpless without it.” His hand comes up, but he stops, respecting my boundary of no choking.
Maybe it’s what I need. No, I will not think about him now, not when I’m safe in this man”s arms.
“Please, Killian. I need to come.”
It comes out as a sob as I thrash beneath him. He fucks into me a few more times, and finally, he pinches my clit hard, once, twice, three times. With the third time, I come.
The vein in his neck throbs as his pulse quickens because of me, and I let myself fly. As he collapses onto my body, black spots flicker between my eyes, making everything appear hazy, like a foggy dream full of things I shouldn’t allow myself.
“I gave you a promise,” he whispers, his voice harsh and still full of desire as he gets on his knees on the cement to give me what I need, what I ask for.
A growl leaves his lips before he says, “You’re dripping with my cum, we can’t let anything go to waste.”
He licks me clean, lapping our juices on his tongue, making me cry in pleasure or maybe agony. I don’t know. I don’t fucking care. All I do is feel as he pushes his dirty tongue into me, fucking me with our essence.
“Killer, please... Please...”
He goes faster, his thrusts stronger, and I know I’m about to fall apart yet again. My clit throbs like a pulse of life between my legs. He opens his mouth wider, letting his teeth touch me like little razors on my most sensitive parts.
“I can’t— I need you to— Fuck! Fuck!” My cries echo back, making it sound like we’re fucking in the wilds.
“One day. One day, your cunt will be filled with our kid.” I freeze, but he keeps going, and my tears flow, my sobs coming harder because of his words and actions.
It seems like an eternity until I come on his tongue again, and when I think he will stop, he gets up just to push his cock inside me again. How he’s still hard, I will never know.
He kisses my tears away gently, reverently. His movements are gentle now, the thrusts almost like a caress on my swollen parts. Almost. And I let him. My body is limp under his ministrations as another wave hits me, but this one is barely noticeable, weak, just like me.
Minutes later, still above me, still inside me, he asks, “Do you want to tell me what happened there?”
Still dazed from the fucking, I run my hands over the car. Killian kisses my nose as he smiles down at me. “I rendered you speechless?”
I nod, or at least I think I do, as he kisses my forehead and cheeks. He moves in me again, just a little bit, making me hiss like Raven’s cat Baron did the last time he saw me. The black monster wasn’t happy to see me in the least when I went to see his owner.
“Maricela. Why did you want me to fuck you here, of all places?”
“I saw the past before my eyes.”
I didn’t mean to say that out loud, not now, maybe not ever, but for some reason, I’m glad I did. I don’t think I will ever be cured enough to tell him the truth.
After all, I refuse to allow myself to face the truth. But I don’t want to lie to him either. I don’t think I can.
“It scared you? The past you saw?”
I contemplate my answer. I can’t tell him the truth, not all of it.
As if sensing my hesitation, he adds, “Just tell me what you feel.”
“I’m scared that it will hunt me and ruin everything.”
Killian resumes his movements inside me, saying nothing for the longest time, kissing me everywhere he can reach.
“One day, you will tell me the truth. One day, you’ll see that nothing will change. Our lives are good now. Only better things will come.”
He snuggles into me, letting his cock slip from my juices.
The empty feeling scares me even more now. If he ever finds out, this is all I’m doomed to feel. Empty.
“I can’t let you hate me.”
I can’t let him hate himself because it will happen. I know Killian. He’ll blame himself for not preventing what was done to me.
“That day will never come.” I wish I could believe him.
It wasn’t you. It wasn’t your fault! The na?ve voice inside me shouts. It was! It was my choice! The beginning wasn’t on me, but everything afterward definitely was.
“I never thought I’d see my brother’s ass like this.”
Maddox makes sickening noises, the asshole. Killian checks me out, satisfied that my pussy is covered by my skirt. He turns to his brother with his cock in the open, and I chuckle just seeing the horrified look on Maddox’s face.
“My eyes! My eyes!” he screams theatrically.
“You have no room to talk. You fucked people in front of us. I’ve seen your dick inside men and women.”
Killian covers himself and pushes his cock into his pants while I laugh hysterically.
I needed that. Santino and Killian never had a relationship like this. I see it now. Maddox would give his life for his brother and vice versa.
“The new client has arrived?” Killian asks as we get in the elevator together.
“I left him with Lila.”
Killian and I look at each other. That can’t be good.
“What are you going to do with her?” Maddox asks and glances at me as if he knows something I don’t.
“It’s not in my hands. She’s not my enemy.”
Maddox nods, but I look at Killian, waiting for him to elaborate. He gives me one of his rare smiles, which exposes those hidden dimples on his face. Dimples, the little girl in me coos, melting a little. Concentrate. I need to concentrate.
“What do you mean, it’s out of your hands? You’re her fiancé.” Killian shakes his head in response, and Maddox scoffs.
“Speak now, Killian Fabio Cabron Fierro,” I say.
Killian doesn’t have a middle name. That just came out.
“I like her.”
Maddox chuckles and says,
“He’s not her fiancé. She just thinks he is. And besides, she’s yours to handle.”
I stare at the two men before me, feeling smaller than ever. Suddenly, my height becomes the only thing I can see. Small. Weak. Useless. Inept. The words play in front of my eyes, mocking me.
Be glad. He wants to get you justice.The righteous voice inside me demands retribution as it bounces in my head, ready to give Killian everything he wants.
I shake my head.
“You two must be joking. Lila is like a leach. And you,” I say, pointing an accusatory finger at Killian, just like Connie did to Hero when he didn’t kiss her when she wanted him to.
“You have her locked up in a fancy hotel like a fucking rich princess.”
“He’s her keeper,” Maddox comments like a little kid protecting Killian.
“That’s not the point. I don’t understand what you want from me?”
“Punish her. He wants you to punish her. Take revenge on her for everything she did to you.”
Killian doesn’t say a damn thing, waiting for the explosion to come. Cabron de mierda.
“Why? She’s just a dumb girl from college.”
“What you described earlier was not the violence of a girl. There was evil in every one of her actions. Real evil that she aimed at you. You were her target, and Killian wants you to make her pay.”
I keep staring at Killian, waiting for a reaction. Nothing. His blue eyes are full of void again, just like in college. He’s hiding from me.
“You didn’t answer me. Why?”
Still, it isn’t Killian who replies.
“Because if you don’t take revenge on her, he will.”
Maddox points to his brother, and then I see it: the monster I thought was gone. How could I forget who he is? The capo of the Italian mafia. The head of the mafia alliance.
“Leave us,” Killian says to his brother in an icy voice as soon as the private elevator on the seventeenth floor opens.
Maddox glances from me to Killian and back again.
“Don’t give up, Maricela. Lila needs to pay.” With those words, Madd exits the elevator with his documents in hand.
I look at Killian for the longest time, embracing the monster he’s become. He lets me look at him, and I know that if he thought I could take a punishment now, he would grant it.
I step closer and hug him. A simple hug. Something I hadn’t done since I came back. His arms envelop me immediately, and we take a long moment, just breathing each other in.
We don’t speak as we finally leave the elevator, just to bump into Kai.
“I was looking for you. Normando is here.”
Killian lifts one brow in question, and I know it can’t be good. I follow after Killian, and then I see him: the scarred man from earlier.