Chapter 6
Killian
I’m honestly surprised that Mia gave in so easily. There’s a part of me that’s disappointed that she didn’t put up more of a fight, but another part of me is feeling sympathetic towards her, to my own dismay.
She looks exhausted. I wonder what she’s been through the last few months and why she’s always running.
I have enemies that could kill you.
Who the hell are her enemies? And why does she have so many?
Because she’s a fucking thief, I remind myself angrily. Stop feeling bad for her. This is exactly what she wants you to do, and you’re falling right into her trap.
“Now what?” she asks, looking up at me with those big blue eyes.
If she thinks that she’s getting a play by play, she’s sadly mistaken.
I stand up, forcing her to stand, too.
I start walking back towards my room, and she has no choice but to follow suit.
Once we’re in my room, I shut the door behind us, and she speaks again.
“Killian, wait,” she pleads. “Just tell me what the plan is.”
“I’ll tell you what I want you to know,” I say evenly. “Don’t think that you’re entitled to anything, sweetheart.”
The worried look she had on her face moments ago is gone. Her face is a mask of anger now as she looks at me.
“Fuck you, Killian,” she says angrily. “You’re not the only one who gets to decide things. I deserve to know-"
“You deserve to go to prison,” I snap. “Keep pushing me, Kitten.”
Her words die in her throat, and I can’t help the sadistic grin that forms on my lips. I know that I’m an asshole for fucking with her. And somewhere deep inside of me I do feel bad.
Not bad enough to stop, though. I want Mia to hurt like she hurt me.
And I’m not calling the cops on her. I never would, but she doesn’t need to know that.
Besides, I like when she tries to fight me. She’s so fucking sexy when she’s angry, her blue eyes blazing with defiance.
“I said that I was sorry-"
“Your ‘sorry’ means absolutely shit,” I retort.
“Fine,” she huffs, looking away from me.
I take the key to the handcuffs out of my pocket, and I uncuff myself. I watch her eyes widen in disbelief and a small smile forms on her lips.
I can’t help but taunt her.
“Oh, Kitten,” I say, grinning. “You really are so cute.”
I pull her towards me, guiding her to my bed.
“Lay down,” I command, and she shakes her head adamantly.
“No,” she refuses. “Not until you tell me what’s going on and what our plan is.”
I chuckle, pushing her gently back onto the bed. She tries to push me off of her, but she’s not strong enough.
I straddle her, pinning her wrists above her head, just like I did last night when I caught her.
“Killian, what the fuck!”
“You’re only going to exhaust yourself,” I tell her as I take her free wrist and cuff her to the bed.
“No!” she shouts angrily, thrashing and kicking at me.
I climb off the bed, and I can’t help but think how fucking sexy she looks like this. Her sweatshirt has risen, and I can see her pretty pink thong, her long legs on full display for me.
She notices me staring and she tries to shift, but she’s not quick enough. I saw the wet spot on her thong already, and I know she’s turned on right now.
“What’s wrong, Kitten?” I ask her. “You didn’t want me to know that you’re wet?”
“I’m not,” she growls, and I chuckle.
“The wet spot on your thong says otherwise.”
“N-no,” she stammers, her eyes wild as she looks around my room. Knowing her, she’s probably trying to plot an escape. Too bad she’s not getting out of the handcuffs.
I sit down on the bed next to her and I gently stroke her cheek. She moves her face, trying to get away from my touch, but I don’t let her.
“Look at me, pretty girl,” I command, and her gaze meets mine.
“You want to come, Mia?” I ask her. “I bet your pussy is desperate for relief.”
“Looks like you are, too,” she quips sarcastically, and I chuckle.
She’s not wrong. Mia Cavallo makes me hard as a fucking rock, despite the fact that I despise her.
“I can take care of myself,” I remind her. “You can’t.”
I put my hand on her knee, and she tenses.
“Come on, Kitten,” I say, my voice low. “For old times’ sake?”
I slowly trail my fingers up her leg, and her breathing changes. I stop right before I get to her sex, and she bites down on her lip, her eyes never leaving mine.
“Use your words, Mia,” I chide. “Otherwise, I’m leaving.”
“Yes,” she grits out. “Please touch me.”
I chuckle as I remove her thong and bring it close to her face.
“Soaked,” I grin. I tap her cheek. “Open up.”
I’m shocked that she does, and I stuff her panties inside of her mouth as she stares at me with wide eyes.
“Good girl,” I croon, and she lets out a low whimper that’s like music to my ears.
Then I make my way back down the bed, spreading her legs open. Her pussy is just as perfect as I remember, and she’s glistening wet.
“Fuck, I missed this pussy,” I mutter before I bury my face inside of it.
I take my time with Mia, licking every single inch of her. She writhes and moans, and the urge to fuck her right now is strong, but I’m not going to.
I really want to see her come, but she doesn’t deserve to, and I’m not going to let her. And I know she’s going to be in for a shock when I don’t allow her to. Leaving her desperate and unsatisfied is my plan, and I’m not straying from it, as much as I want to right now.
I suck on her clit as I pump two fingers in and out of her, and I know she’s close. I remember her body well, and I know what gets her off. When I bite her clit, I can feel her legs start to shake and I immediately pull back, leaving her empty, her pussy clenching around nothing.
She screams around her panties, her eyes blazing with rage as she glares at me.
“You didn’t really think I was going to let you come that easily, did you, Kitten?”
I stand up as she thrashes on the bed and I chuckle.
“Maybe if you’re a good girl for me all day, I’ll think about letting you come later.”
Then I walk towards the door, ignoring her unintelligible pleas, and I leave the room. I shut the door behind myself and make my way to the bathroom.
I need to shower, and then I want to talk to Hayden about my plan.
I can’t believe I’m going to bring Mia home with me to meet my family as my fiancée. I know I’m going to have to stop fucking with her soon, but right now I can’t help myself.
There’s a part of me that wants to back out of this whole thing, but I know that I don’t have a choice.
My brother Jeremy’s sobriety depends on it, and I can’t risk disobeying my father.
When my father threatened me, it meant nothing to me.
But Jeremy’s young, and he’s trying. My fathers’ threats to stop paying for his rehab is what’s making me play along with his game. His game that’s my life.
The Savage men have to be married by thirty. Otherwise, we’re out of the will. My father thinks he’s doing all of us a favor by giving us until thirty, which is such a sick joke.
I never planned on adhering to his rules. I didn’t care if he cut me out of the will. We’ve been estranged for years, actually. And I planned to keep it that way. Until my oldest brother, Reign, called me and told me what my father was planning on doing if I didn’t agree with him.
Jeremy would never ask me to do it. I don’t even know if he knows what my father was planning.
But Jeremy’s struggled with addiction since he was a teenager, and now at twenty-three, he’s finally getting the help that he’s needed and is sober. He’s trying. I would never risk his sobriety and potentially his life by defying my father, and my father knows that.
I don’t want Mia to know about Jeremy, though. I’m sure she’ll find out eventually, but I don’t plan on telling Mia Cavallo any more than I have to.
I already let her in once and look how that turned out.
I won’t make the same mistake again.
I let the hot water heat up before I step into the shower. I won’t leave Mia tied up like that for long. I’ll check on her soon, and then I’ll eventually let her shower and freshen up. I’ll get her clothes.
I will take care of her, even though I’m being an asshole to her right now.
I know she’s exhausted, too, so I’ll let her rest before we head to Rosebrook Falls. Maybe I’ll even push it out another day, and we’ll leave tomorrow. I’ll see how the rest of the afternoon goes.
I step under the hot water, satisfied with my plan.
I think about how good Mia tasted, and I can’t wait to eat her out again and actually make her come.
Fuck, even thinking about it right now is making me hard.
I fist my cock in my hand, thinking about the way her mouth would feel on it as I begin to jerk myself off.
When I finally come, it’s to the image of Mia’s plump lips around my dick, tears streaming down her face as she gazes up at me.
Fuck.
I need to stop thinking like this. I can fuck Mia, but I can’t catch feelings again. I won’t let myself.
That ended in disaster the last time, and I’m not going through that again.
No, Mia can be my little fuck toy. I’ll make her crave me just like she used to. She won’t even be able to come without me by the time I’m done with her.
I smile sinisterly to myself, thinking that this is going to be fun. I’m going to break her, just like she broke me.
It’s what she deserves.