I hold on to her ass and move her up and down slowly, wanting her to feel every inch I’m giving her. With every thrust, I slam the last few inches into her as I bottom out. She’s drenched, as I knew she would be, allowing me to glide in and out of her tight pussy as she stares into my eyes, and I see it clear as fucking day—she doesn’t hate me. There’s a fondness in her gaze even after I’ve given her every reason to abhor me.
“Killian.” She whimpers, her voice drenched in need as she presses her lips to mine. Pushing her tongue into my mouth, she seeks a deeper kiss as a moan slips free.
Gripping my fingers into her flesh, she hisses through her teeth but doesn’t ask me to stop, so I don’t.
“Do you see my brothers watching you, Killer? They can’t keep their eyes off the way you take my cock.”
Holding her up slightly, I thrust my hips jack hammering into her pussy as she screams for me.
“Killian!”
She tosses her head back.
Blonde hair hangs around her shoulders.
Her body trembles with pleasure.
She cries out.
“Fuck.”
Her pussy squeezes my cock.
She cries out again.
I’m not known for praising her, but I do now because I mean every word.
“Good girl, baby. You’re such a good girl for us.”
Her expression registers surprise before turning to pleasure. Palming my face, she says my name again, and it’s my undoing. This woman is my complete undoing. It’s undeniable. I’m forever wrecked—for her. I wanted to destroy her, but she won the battle. Heather holds my heart in her hands, and if she chooses to crush it under her feet—so be it. I’m irrevocably in love with this woman and beyond fucked.
“Killian.”
My spine tingles as my balls tighten, and I fill her with my cum. She smiles softly before planting her face against my chest with exhaustion.
“Now, I’m tired. I hope I can make it to the house.”
I lift her, and my cock slips out of her. Setting her on her feet, I fix her dress so she’s covered before pulling up my pants.
Scooping her into my arms, I carry her back to the guest house. As we pass the rose garden, the sweet, faint scent of roses permeates the air.
“Tomorrow, Killer.” I say when I catch her again staring in that direction.
CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
THE HEATHEN
Warm breath fans over my face and a minty fresh scent fills my nostrils as my eyes pop open.
“Carter.”
I spot Knox and Killian in the corner of the room and quickly notice a table full of instruments.
A scalpel.
Bandages.
Restraints.
