She stares at me with a defiant glint in her eyes. If I thought she’d cower to me, I would’ve been wrong, and it only adds to the heat coursing through me.
Her eyes drop down my body, as if she’s just realizing I’m naked.
“Yes, Killer, I sleep in the nude. But you aren’t wearing much more than I am. I can’t help but wonder if that was planned.”
She shakes her head, taking my hand with it, but still doesn’t speak.
“Cat got your tongue?”
Finally, she talks in a quiet voice.
“I should go.”
I chuckle lightly. There is no chance of that happening.
“You came into my bedroom to play games. So we are going to play. Are you going to be a good girl and keep quiet? Or do I need to gag you?”
“Killian,” she pleads, her tone drenched with regret.
I push her to the wall beside my dresser, and move my hand to her throat, securing her, while I grab my knife from my dresser drawer.
“They weren’t poisonous. Please stop this, Killian. I can’t die before my plan is completed.”
I clench my jaw, pissed off that she doesn’t care about herself. Her life only matters because of the people she thinks she needs to save. They’re innocent, and I get that, but it’s also not her responsibility. I don’t care, though. This girl is not my problem. Although she seems to be working hard to make herself my issue.
I hiss through my teeth.
“Don’t fucking move.”
Grabbing her shirt, I pull it away from her and cut the top down the center. Her breathing is heavy and intoxicating. I like the sound of her panicked breaths.
Setting the knife back on the dresser, I grab the material on either side and rip it. Pushing both sides of her shirt to her shoulders, I push it until it slides down her arms and to the floor.
“Mmm,” I hum, “The Bonetti whore really is very beautiful. Get on your knees.”
“I fucking hate you,” she says, with unshed tears in her eyes.
Placing my hands on her shoulders, I push her down until she’s kneeling in front of me.
“Open your fucking smart mouth.”
She lifts her eyes to mine and opens her mouth to speak, but I silence her by pushing my cock between her lips.
“My brothers allow your disobedience. If you were mine, you’d learn how to behave.”
I push into her mouth until I hit the back of her throat.
“Fuckkk,” I groan, as she gags on my length.
“I suggest you breathe through your nose, Killer, because I’m not stopping.”
Her nostrils flare as she attempts to take a big breath, and I grab her head and slam my cock into her mouth again. Heather’s eyes water, and tears fall down her face. Black mascara streaks her cheeks. She looks so fucking beautiful like this. My enemy is stunning, like a gorgeous broken little doll.
She flashes me a quick glare, before she hollows her cheeks and sucks my dick so hard, it causes a slight pain. My orgasm comes fast and uncontrollably.
“Fuckkk,” I groan, “Take my cum, pretty slut, and drink every fucking drop.”
I wonder for a moment if she will disobey me, but I watch her throat as she swallows my cum. Pulling out of her mouth, I grab her arm and pull her to her feet.
