Chapter 8
Killian
“Can’t believe you’re finally settling down,” Maddox says now, grinning at me.
Maddox is my younger brother; Jeremy’s the youngest, then there’s Maddox, who’s twenty five. I’ll be thirty next October, and Reign is thirty five.
“She’s the one,” I say with a shrug, hoping it sounds believable.
“Why didn’t you bring her in right now? I want to meet her,” he says, and I shrug again.
“She’s tired,” I lie. “She wanted to rest.”
Maddox nods. “I bet she’s hot. Does she have huge tits like Farrah?”
His words send a rush of anger coursing through me, and before I can stop myself, I grab Maddox by the collar and shove him against the wall.
“Don’t fucking talk about her like that,” I growl, and Maddox chuckles, looking amused by my outburst.
I finally let go of him, and he fixes his shirt as he grins at me.
“Glad to see you’re still a psycho,” he says teasingly, and I glare at him.
“You’re a pain in the ass,” I snap. “She’s going to be my fucking wife. Have some respect.”
“Sorry, dude,” he says sheepishly. “I wasn’t trying to be a dick.”
“Don’t make her feel uncomfortable,” I say now. “I know dad wants to have a family dinner tomorrow night.”
“I won’t,” he replies. “Maybe I’ll bring Gigi.”
“Who the fuck is Gigi?”
“Some chick I’ve been seeing.”
“Do whatever you want,” I tell him. “Just don’t be an ass.”
Maddox laughs, completely unfazed by our interaction. This is how my relationship with my younger brother has always been. He’s a fucking pain in the ass. He might be my brother, but that doesn’t mean that we’re friends.
And I sure as fuck don’t trust him around Mia. He better stay away from her, otherwise there will be hell to pay.
I’m surprised by how strongly I feel about that, and I shake my head as if I can shake away my feelings.
I tell myself that I’m just acting. That’s exactly what I would do if Mia really was my wife.
I don’t even believe my own lie, though.
“You should come out on Friday,” Maddox tells me. “Remember Cody? He opened a club.”
I snort. “He did?”
He nods. “Got hit by a car and got a shit ton of money. It’s the hottest spot in town.”
I chuckle. “Fucking typical.”
“Come with us,” he says again, and I shrug.
“I’m not leaving Mia behind,” I say, and he grins.
“Bring her,” he tells me.
“We’ll see,” I reply, and he nods, opening the fridge.
He grabs a beer, then he looks over at me. “Want one?”
“Nah.” I shake my head. “It was a long ride. I just wanted to let someone know that I was here.”
“Alright, bro,” Maddox says with a shrug. “It’s good to have you back.”
I nod, then I turn and leave the room, making my way back to the cottage.
The only reason why I even wanted to see Maddox without Mia was so that I could warn him to behave around her. I don’t trust Maddox as far as I can throw him. I’m pretty sure he hooked up with my ex, Farrah, though I never had proof of that and they both denied it.
It wouldn’t surprise me if he tried to hook up with Mia, and she might go along with it just to piss me off.
Even thinking about Maddox with his hands on Mia makes me feel a deep sense of rage, and I shove that thought away as I open the door to the cottage.
I walk up the stairs quietly, in case Mia’s sleeping. I’m about to open the bedroom door when I hear her, and I freeze.
It takes me a minute to register what, exactly, I’m hearing, and when she moans, I can’t help the grin that spreads across my face.
I open the door as quietly as possible, stepping inside. She’s lost in her own pleasure, and she has no idea I’m even in the room. I press my back against the wall, listening to her, watching her.
Her thong is still on, which is disappointing. But her fingers are very clearly inside that pretty cunt of hers, and I can hear just how wet she is from here.
“Yes,” she moans out loud. “Killian, fuck.”
Fuck, she’s making me hard. She’s moaning my name while she pleasures herself?
She shifts, and I see the moment that she notices me.
She gasps, freezing in place.
I let out a low chuckle, the grin never leaving my face.
“Don’t stop on my account, Kitten,” I tell her. “Keep going.”
I walk towards the bed, and she stares at me with wide eyes.
“Come on,” I taunt her. “I want to see you come.”
“No,” she says, shaking her head adamantly. Her blue eyes are shining with defiance. “Fuck you.”
“You’d love that, kitten,” I say with a smirk, and she moves to slap me.
She’s not fast enough, and before she even has time to blink, I grab her wrist before it connects with my cheek. I straddle her on the bed, keeping her wrist pinned.
“You think I didn’t hear you moaning my name, pretty girl?”
“Go away,” she snaps, and I chuckle again.
“You must be so fucking desperate to come,” I muse, and she glares at me.
She says nothing, and I keep going.
“I bet your poor clit is so swollen.”
“Killian, fuck off.”
“Just admit it.”
“Why? So you can embarrass me again?”
“What is there to be embarrassed about? I love how horny you get for me. I love knowing that I have the ability to make you come undone.”
“No, you don’t,” she quips. “Don’t flatter yourself.”
I let go of her wrist and climb off her. I swear she looks disappointed when I’m no longer straddling her, and I can’t help but shake my head in amusement.
“I want to watch you come, Mia,” I tell her now. “Otherwise, I’m going to handcuff your other wrist to the headboard, and you can go to bed desperate and soaked again.”
“Killian,” she practically moans my name, and I suddenly have an urge to kiss her.
“What’s it going to be?”
She nods eagerly, bringing her hand back to her pussy.
“Thong off,” I tell her, and I’m shocked that she complies easily, removing it.
She slips a finger inside of herself, throwing her head back, her eyes closed. That’s not going to be good enough for me.
“Eyes on me, kitten,” I demand. “I want you to look at me while you finger fuck that pretty pussy.”
“Fuck, Killian,” she murmurs, and I tug my sweatpants off as Mia stares at me wide-eyed.
I’m hard as fuck, and I fist my cock in my hand while I watch Mia. She never takes her eyes off my dick, and I love that she’s just as enthralled with me as I am with her.
“Add another finger,” I command, and she nods, obeying.
“One more, kitten,” I tell her, and she bites her lip, moaning as she does it.
“Faster, pretty girl,” I say as I stroke my own self harder. I don’t think I’ve ever been this close to coming so quickly by my own hand before. What the hell is this girl doing to me?
She nods eagerly as she pumps her fingers in and out of herself, and she bites her lip to stop herself from moaning.
“Don’t you dare stop making those noises,” I chastise her. “Otherwise, I’ll edge you again.”
She whimpers, and it’s almost enough to send me over the edge. I slow down, desperate to make this last longer.
“Killian,” she murmurs. “Can I touch my clit?”
Jesus Christ, I can’t help but think. She’s asking me?
“Such a good girl, asking for permission,” I praise her, and she’s practically glowing at my compliment.
I grin at her, nodding. “Touch your clit, Kitten. Make yourself come. I’m going to come, too.”
“On me?”
I blink at her in disbelief.
“Would you like that?”
“Please,” she begs, and I wonder for a moment if I’m dreaming.
I move so I’m closer to her, stroking my cock again. I can’t wait to come all over Mia’s perfect tits.
She finally tips over the edge, and she screams my name as she comes. That’s all it takes for me to finally come, too, and I empty myself onto her chest with a grunt.
I’m fucking exhausted after I come, and I can tell Mia is, too.
“Be right back,” I tell her, and she blinks at me in disbelief.
I make my way to the bathroom, chuckling to myself when I hear her call out after me. She thinks I’m leaving her there. I know I’ve been an asshole to her, but I’m not that much of an asshole.
I bring back a warm cloth to the bedroom, and her words die in her throat when she sees me.
“I thought you were leaving me like this,” she says, her cheeks pink.
“Don’t tempt me,” I taunt her, and she rolls her eyes at me.
Fucking brat. But I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t love her feisty attitude.
I take the warm cloth, and I gently wipe the come off her chest, and then I do the same in between her legs.
She looks surprised by my actions, but I’m not making this into a bigger thing than it is. I’m helping her clean up because I’m not uncuffing her. This isn’t me being romantic or some shit.
I climb into bed next to her, turning the light off.
“Wait,” she says, her voice tinged with something I can’t put my finger on. Hope?
“What?”
“You’re going to leave me cuffed all night?”
I chuckle darkly. I can’t soften towards her right now, despite the fact that there’s a part of me that wants to.
I force myself to speak up.
“Don’t think what happened tonight changes anything between us, Mia. You’re mine, and I can do whatever I want to you, including taking care of you. Don’t read into it.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” she retorts, her voice hard.
I lay in bed for a long time after that, long after Mia falls asleep. I can tell when her breathing steadies that she’s out, and I try to shut my mind off so I can sleep, too.
I can’t fall for her meek act. She gets this soft and sweet voice and looks up at me with her big Bambi eyes and looks so fucking innocent, yet she’s the furthest thing from it. I won’t fall for that shit again.
I drift off eventually, completely spent.