Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 153544 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 768(@200wpm)___ 614(@250wpm)___ 512(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 153544 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 768(@200wpm)___ 614(@250wpm)___ 512(@300wpm)
It’s panic, I think.
If I don’t get a hold of myself, I’m going to lose before I even start.
Killian is on top of me, and his fingers flick my nipples so that both of them harden to sensitive peaks. “I’m never going to get enough of your gorgeous fucking tits.”
I place a shaky hand on his chest, on the physical perfection that is his abdomen and cut muscles and try to smooth my voice as much as possible. “You said you’d give me time.”
He doesn’t remove my hand, but he doesn’t push me down and force my legs open either. His fingers continue flicking my nipple back and forth, back and forth in an agonizing rhythm.
“That was before you decided it was a good idea to seduce my brother.”
“I didn’t seduce him.”
“His lips were on yours.”
“Like Cherry’s lips and tongue were on yours.”
“Your jealousy turns me the fuck on, but I didn’t kiss Cherry. She kissed me.”
“And I didn’t kiss Gareth.”
“Hmm.” He pinches my nipple hard and I whimper. “Is that so?”
“Yes, I promise. I didn’t want to kiss him.”
“Or see what his lips taste like?”
“Or that.” I soften my voice.
“Good call. They’re probably disgusting.” He’s caressing my nipples now, more pleasure than pain, but it’s the mild type of pleasure, the pleasure that’s not enough to stimulate my core, but I can put up with it if I can tame the tiger.
“Killian, please.” I test the waters and push him. He surprisingly lets me, so I do it again until he’s almost on his back.
But before he lies down, he becomes as hard as granite. “Nice try, baby. You almost got me there. I’m so fucking proud of how your cunning nature shows through.”
My breath hitches as he opens my legs wide and settles between them. “But we’ve got a score to settle. See, all types of parasites keep floating around you because I didn’t stake my claim yet, and that needs to change.”
I slowly close my eyes, admitting defeat. And the moment I do, a feeling I never thought I’d be experiencing under the circumstances washes over me.
Relief.
Complete, utter, and unmatched relief.
“Are you going to hurt me?” I murmur.
“Do you want me to?”
“Yes.” My word is barely a murmur, but it feels so right, so liberating.
“I’ll try not to hurt you…much.”
Don’t try, I want to say but keep it to myself.
“Eyes on me when I fuck you, baby.”
I don’t want to.
That will just remind me of what I am. Of what type of deviant I’ve become.
Killian is the worst monster I know, but he’s the only person I’ve wanted with twisted depravity.
The only person who provokes the hidden part of me from the shadows and makes me stare at them under the light.
It’s uncomfortable at first, but as time goes on, it’s…so peaceful.
“I said”—his fingers squeeze my throat as he lifts my leg high and thrusts inside me in one ruthless go—“look at me.”
My eyes shoot open, clashing with his as searing pain tears me from the inside.
“Fuck,” he grunts. “I knew you’d be so tight and fucking perfect for me, baby.”
I shriek from the pain and something else I can’t pinpoint. Oh God, I’m the wettest I’ve ever been in my life, but it still hurts.
It hurts so much that tears slide down my cheeks.
It hurts so much that pleasure pools between my legs.
The addition of his fingers on my neck adds a primitive type of stimulation that robs my breaths and thoughts.
It’s like an out-of-body experience where I’m floating in a parallel universe that only my mind can reach.
“Your blood is making a mess of the sheets,” Killian groans. “Do you see the welcoming ceremony your cunt is holding for me?”
I shake my head, but he lifts me up by his grip on my neck and makes me see the blotches of blood on the white covers. He makes me see the in and out of his cock that’s covered with both blood and arousal as he rams into me.
His intensity increases with each passing second and so does the firm hold he has on my neck.
“Mmm. I knew red was my favorite color.”
He pushes me on my back again and pins me in place so effortlessly, it makes me quiver.
A bizarre emotion floats through me the more he’s in control. The more he dominates me, making me utterly helpless.
Without words, he’s telling me that I have no say in this, that if he wants to ruin me, he will. That if he wants to break me, he will.
Instead of hurting me, he’s choosing to fuck me.
Not so nicely, definitely without a gentle bone in his body, but I can tell he was holding back when he first entered me earlier.
I can also tell that it didn’t come naturally to him and he probably struggled with restraining his beast.