He fucks like he fights.
I reach up and dig my nails into his chest, and he groans with pleasure.
“Fuck, yes. Come for me, Killer.”
With every thrust, his pelvis hits my clit, and I moan louder than I want to.
“Fuckkk,” he growls.
“You’re drenched for me, Killer.”
My pussy pulses around his length, and I know I’m losing the fight.
“Killian, please,” I whimper, sounding pathetic as he continues to drive into me.
“Please what?”
My back arches from the mat as I gasp his name.
“Killian.”
He smirks at me, and I pretend to hate it.
“Good little slut.”
“Go to the mirror. Place your hands on the glass.”
I get up off the mat and follow his orders.
Walking over to the mirror, I place my hands on the glass as instructed, and watch him as he stalks closer to me. I didn’t see him completely take his shorts off, but they’re gone now. I scan his body in the mirror, taking in every inch of sculpted perfection. He has a tattoo on his chest of boxing gloves, and the words, ‘Never Surrender.’ From what I know of this man, the words fit him to a ‘T.’ He never backs down with anything, including his mistrust of me. That’s what his hatred boils down to. It’s not about me, it’s about his brothers. I don’t care if his motives are somewhat pure, he’s still a dickhead.
“See something you like, Killer?” He says with a sinful grin, as he comes up behind me. I glance away quickly, wanting to pretend he did not just catch me devouring him with my gaze.
He comes up behind me, grabs my hips, and slams inside me once again.
Lifting my head, my eyes stare into his as his hand slides down my body.
“That’s it, baby,” he groans, as he touches my clit with a confusing tenderness that matches the word echoing in my mind.
Baby.
Why did he call me that? It must have been to fuck with my mind, and God damn him, it did.
CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO
KILLIAN
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Baby?Why the hell did I say that? As much as I would like to convince myself she didn’t hear it, the look in her blue eyes, the brief second of warmth mixed with shock tells me she not only heard it, but maybe even liked it. Fuck.
I glance away from her, suddenly unable to see the disgusting fucking hope in her gaze, until I feel her tighten around my cock.
Looking back at her, I groan, “That’s it, Killer. Give it to me.”
She nearly collapses as her orgasm hits her, so I wrap my left arm around her waist and place my right hand on her chin, so I can see her expression. It’s fucking phenomenal. She tries to hold my gaze, but her eyes roll back slightly as she whimpers my name.
“Killian.”
