Chapter 41
Chapter Forty-One
THE HEATHEN
Killian turns the water off and dries my hair with a towel, before making his way with it down my entire body.
It’s not until he wraps me in a separate, dry towel that he grabs one for himself and dries his skin.
He lifts me in his arms, and I don’t argue that I can walk because I need this closeness.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I press my face to his chest, inhaling his masculine scent.
“Are you sniffing me, Killer?”
He lays me down and gets on the bed beside me. His lips lift into a devilish smirk.
“There it is.”
“There what is?” I ask, a little confused.
“That beautiful blush to your cheeks. It’s one of my favorite hobbies. Making your face bright red. Second only to making your pretty ass red.”
“You’re a deviant.” I say and am instantly rewarded with his low chuckle that makes the butterflies flutter.
“I know I am, but you like it, baby.”
Stroking his fingers down my cheek he stares at me, watching my face with intense scrutiny.
“Are you going to tell me why you were upset tonight? Was it because of what you did?”
I shake my head and blow out a long breath before answering his question.
“No. It wasn’t that. I’ve lived through more sexual abuse than you can imagine.
Remembering is painful—excruciating. For my mental health, I want to confront my abusers before I end their lives, but it hurts to relive it.
When I was in front of them I could feel what they did to me all those years ago.
And now I can still feel their fingers on my skin.
I will never not remember, but I wish I could forget. ”
Pain flashes in his eyes, but he quickly hides it from me.
“How can I help? What do you need from me, Killer?”
I place my hand on the back of his neck and pull him closer.
“You. I need you, Killian.”
He shakes his head, denying me as the fear of rejection crawls up my spine.
Trash. Not good enough. Wicked Girl.
“Don’t do that to yourself. I just want you to tell me what you need from me.”
When I don’t answer immediately, he lifts an eyebrow in response.
“I need you to give me a new memory. Replace the feeling of their touch with yours.”
He rips the towel open and drags his fingers from my breasts to my stomach.
“Do you feel my touch, baby? Only mine.”
“Yes,” I say, pushing into his touch, “Don’t stop.”
Leaning over me, he drags his tongue over the side of my neck until he’s close to my ear.
“Tell me you’re not evil. I want to hear the words.”
I gasp in response.
“Killian, I-“
He interrupts me and slaps my pussy, and I cry out from the unexpected sting.
“Yes, you can. Say it, Killer. Tell me you know you aren’t evil and that this is necessary.”
“I’m not evil.” I say, the words feeling foreign on my tongue.
“And?” Killian asks, clearly not satisfied.
“And killing them was necessary to save the children.”
He places his thumb and forefinger on my chin, staring at me, his eyes are intense.
“Good girl. Such a good fucking girl. I want you to say those words every day until you believe them instead of the vile words that have been beaten into your brain. Jedediah is not a prophet. Everything they ever told you is a lie.”
“I know.” I whisper.
He slowly swipes his thumb over one of my nipples and then the other.
“If you want me to stop, you know what to say.”
Pressing his lips to mine, he kisses me softly at first until he becomes more aggressive. His kiss is filled with as much need as I feel for him. Turning his head, he deepens our kiss, a groan from his mouth escaping as he swirls his tongue around mine.
He breaks our kiss and moves to my neck, alternating soft pecks and running his tongue over my flesh.
Climbing over me, he places a hand on either side of my body. He drags his tongue from one nipple to the other and stares at me, bites down and I yelp from his sharp teeth.
“Killian.” I moan loudly as he continues moving down my body until he’s between my legs.
He kisses my clit with his closed lips and gets up before moving beside me lying on his back.
“Sit right here, Killer.” He says, pointing to his mouth.
“I want to watch you ride my face.”
I get up and move over him. He grabs my hips and forces me down onto his face with a growl that vibrates against my pussy.
“I said sit.”
His eyes are on mine as I place one hand in his hair and the other on the wall.
Killian grabs my ass and holds me tight against his face as he lashes at my clit wildly while moaning underneath me.
He releases one of his hands from my ass and pushes two fingers inside me as I dig my nails into his scalp.
“Killian.” I cry out and I grind my pussy against his face. Moving his fingers in a circular motion he bites down on my clit and groans against my sensitive flesh.
“That’s it, baby. Come all over my face.”
Placing his lips around my clit he sucks hard, moving his fingers inside me as I fall apart.
“Killian.”
I place both of my hands on the wall to stabilize myself as my orgasm tears through me.
He doesn’t let up. My clit is sensitive, but he continues flicking his tongue over it in a frenzy. His moans send me into overdrive as I grind all over his face. I can’t get enough, and neither can Killian. Suddenly he lifts me off his face and throws me onto my back as he moves over me.
Placing his hand in my hair, he presses his lips to mine in a searing kiss. Pulling my hair, he moves my head exactly where he wants it as his tongue attacks mine aggressively. His groans mingle with my whimpers, creating an intoxicating soundtrack of two people desperate for each other.
Lining his cock up with my entrance, he pushes inside me with a single hard thrust, and a gasp escapes from my lips. He slides out and pushes back inside me slowly.
“Feel my cock, Killer. Feel every fucking inch.”
I moan as he thickens inside me, massaging my walls as his pelvis grinds against my clit. His eyes, filled with a mixture of adoration and lust, stare into mine, and my chest physically aches.
Digging my nails into his chest, he groans into my neck as I come undone.
My pussy pulses around his length and he picks up his pace, hammering inside me.
“Fuuuuck, baby.”
He finishes just as Knox storms into the room, anxiety written all over his face.