Killian
“Holy fuck,” I gasp out as my eyes roam every inch of Katarina’s body. If ever there was a moment I could give this woman my heart and the last of my freewill, it’s now. She’s wearing killer heels and a lime green bodycon dress that barely covers her thighs.
Katarina’s hips sway in lethal arcs as she takes my shoulders and backs me against the massage chair. It’s a new addition to the therapy room that was my surprise for her. I drop onto the chair, my jaw slack and my cock ramrod hard.
“Like it, Shorty?”
“It’s lucky you didn’t wear it before my trip to Vegas or I would never have left.” A small voice in my head tells me that sounds an awful lot like choosing my woman over my family, but I ignore it.
“You shouldn’t have left.”
I run my thumb over my lower lip. “And why’s that, Kitty?”
Her answer isn’t one I’m expecting. “Shelley needed you.” She frowns. “Hasn’t she told you?”
“Told me what?”
“There’s a creep stalking her. He wanted her to give him a shaft, sack and crack wax and wouldn’t take no for an answer. She barred him from the salon, but he found out where she lives and he’s been sending her little gifts.”
My voice lowers to a growl. “Has he now.” I know why Shelley hasn’t mentioned it. I’m supposed to keep a low profile and behave myself, but I can’t let this slide. “And what gifts would they be?”
“Flowers. Chocolates. The underwear he’d stolen from her apartment covered in his cum. The usual sort of thing.” Katarina plays with the hem of her dress, teasing it up. Teasing me. “I was thinking we could deal with him together. Like old times.”
Our one and only joint mission had been less than two months ago, but it feels like a lifetime. Back then we’d had much of the summer to look forward. Not anymore. One day soon this time together will be consigned to the past, and the injustice makes me all the more bloodthirsty.
“As lovely as that sounds, Kitty, stealing you away from your guards to commit murder is a risk we can’t take. You’re going to have to let me deal with him.”
When she sways her hips and pouts, I’m expecting her to push back, but she surprises me. “Thank you.”
She likes that I take care of my people. I like that she cares about my people. It’s hot as fuck. “Show me how grateful you are.”
The object of my fascination plays some more with her hem, lifting her dress to reveal her bare pussy.
“You’re a very bad girl,” I say, but my admonishment comes out as a whimper.
“And I’m about to do some very bad things,” she promises as she straddles my thighs and settles onto my lap. “Tell me you missed me.”
I was in Vegas for twelve days in total, proving I could put family duty before a Barkov, and hating every minute. It’s not just the separation that kills me. It’s knowing she’s been here with Duke.
I’m aware they meet occasionally and call each other regularly, which is more than I get.
A whole lot fucking more. She has my number but hasn’t called once, and I don’t have a safe way of contacting her other than through Shelley.
Being away was torture, but Katarina’s welcome home almost makes it worth it.
“Damn, I missed you, lovely,” I say, cupping her face and pulling her in for a kiss.
It starts off slow, our tongues gently probing while we get reacquainted with each other. It lasts all of three seconds. When her body rocks against mine, I lose control and slip my hand between her legs, sliding fingers along her center. She swallows my groan as I sink into her heat.
“No need to ask if you missed me,” I say, pulling back from the kiss so I can lift two fingers dripping with her arousal. “Is this what I do to you?”
She kisses a trail along my jaw to my ear as I suck my fingers clean. “Every time I think of you.”
“And were you thinking of me when you put on this fuck-me dress?”
“You and…” She shimmies backwards so she has room to unzip me. Long fingers with sharpened red talons slide into my pants and I thrust against her palm as she explores my length. “And this.”
“Do you want your man’s cock, Kitty?” I shove down my pants so she can wrap her fist around my shaft. “Do you want this?”
“Every inch.”
Back when I’d had my first taste of Katarina, I’d had to approach her with caution, treating her like a wild animal ready to bolt or go for my throat, but I think I’ve tamed her, just a little.
She’d kill me for even thinking it so I hide my smug grin by grabbing the back of her head and pulling her in for another kiss.
My fingers thread through her hair, but she pulls away.
“You can’t mess up my hair today. It was either book my therapy time with you, or a hair appointment. I don’t have time for both.”
“And what’s keeping you so busy?” I ask, trying to sound casual as I reach for the condom in my shirt pocket.
I feel her tense, and my heart is ready to beat right through my chest. Is she about to tell me it’s time for her to disappear?
To hell with that. I’m not ready to let her go.
I need more than just the summer. Damn Malachy for making me feel obliged to stay longer in Vegas. Damn the life I didn’t fucking choose.
Katarina smooths her hair back in place. “I have a lunch date.”
I should be relieved, but my lips flatten as she continues to preen herself. My Kitty is expert at masking her emotions, but she forgets I’ve burrowed deep into her soul. I see the guilt.
“A date with who?”
She avoids my glare by stroking my cock, paying particular attention to the crown. A pearl of precum appears as her thumb strokes across the slit, but for once, I’m still being ruled by my head. Or maybe my heart. But definitely not my dick. I thrust into her hand anyway.
“Answer me, Kitty.”
“You know who with. We have to keep up appearances, Killian. I’ve barely seen him since we got engaged and it’s been noticed. I have to keep my uncle happy, now more than ever.”
“And would today’s visit to the salon be about keeping me happy too? Am I supposed to be grateful for a quickie before you rush off for your little lunch date? With Duke,” I add because she hasn’t said his fucking name and someone has to. “Is the dress for him?”
Katarina’s gaze flicks up to my fury-riddled face and her hand stills. “Don’t turn this into something it’s not,” she says coldly. “I wanted to dress up for you.”
“But Duke gets the benefit.”
“I can promise you he sees no benefit in being involved with me right now.”
“He gets more than I do,” I growl. I’m not angry with Katarina, but I am angry.
“He gets to take you to a fancy restaurant while I have to settle for sharing a packet of M and M’s with you.
” I brought some with me. I like to make sure she has a little energy boost after our sessions, but it looks like someone else will be seeing to my woman’s needs.
“Killian, I don’t have time for this.”
I flip the condom away and grab her hips. “Because today is all about Duke. Right?” I spit.
Suddenly, I’m tempted to add another assassination to my list. I keep getting told Duke’s only motive is to help her escape.
He doesn’t want her, but he still gets to see her whenever and wherever he pleases.
This whole situation is fucked up. As is my ability to keep my insecurities from spiraling.
What if Malachy was right about her being planted to destabilize our family?
“Are you going to spend all afternoon together?” I ask. “Will he take you back to one of the Moncriefs’ hotels and give you a tour of everything he has to offer? Including his cock?”
Katarina isn’t one to back down from an argument, and I only realize how exposed I am when she takes my shaft in both hands and squeezes.
“This is the only cock I want, and I’m not about to apologize for playing the dutiful fiancée.
I’m only doing it so I can stay in the country long enough to get my fill of this,” she says, her grip tightening to the point of pain.
The heat of my anger battles with the inferno trapped inside my core.
I’m throbbing against her palms and I’m one jerk away from coming all over her pretty dress.
That thought almost makes me want to do it, but despite my raging jealously, I can’t have Danyl or Andrey asking questions.
However fucked up my emotions, I would never put Katerina in danger. Not ever.
When she releases her hold, I grunt. I grunt again when she punches me in the gut, making me loosen my grip on her hips. She keeps her fist pressed into my abdomen as she leaps off my lap.
“Maybe I do have time for a hair appointment after all,” she says, fixing her dress. “I have a trusty vibrator at home that is far less troublesome than you.”
When she turns away, I leap out of the chair and rope an arm around her waist. Spinning us around, I pin her to the edge of the massage table, my chest to her rigid spine. I shove her dress back up to her waist and Katarina doesn’t fight me.
“Are you sure your silicone phallus is better than this?” I ask, dragging the head of my cock over her lower back and along the crack of her arse.
Her legs remain pressed tightly together. “It’s not your cock I have a problem with, Shorty. It’s the crap that comes out of your mouth.”
I slide a hand over her stomach towards her center. My fingers part her and I settle the pad of my middle finger against her throbbing clit, applying just enough pressure to tease her, not please her.
I lean harder against her back and Katarina hinges forward, placing her hands on the padded mattress. My cheek settles against her silken hair, close to her ear.
“I want to fuck you bare, lovely,” I whisper as my hand probes deeper and I slip two fingers inside her. “Tell me you’re on birth control.” Because even though I’m being a possessive arsehole, I won’t put a wee McConkey in her belly. That would bring a heap load of trouble neither of us need.
“I’m on birth control,” she says, trying to sound nonchalant, but I feel the pull of her desire rippling against my fingers.