Killian moves his hand closer to her mouth, slowly stroking his knuckles over her lips. Her breathing becomes heavier as he drags them back and forth, and I can’t help but marvel a little. Her submission is stronger than her trauma. Despite what he did to her, she’s still attracted to him.
Positioning two fingers against her lips, Killian casts me another silent question. I agree with a nod, and he pushes to gain entrance. Jenna gives a slight shake of her head but parts her lips.
“Such a good little slut,” he croons, sliding his fingers past her lips, into her mouth.
She groans around the intrusion, squeezing her eyes shut as if it could block out the feeling, but her body goes pliant, nonetheless.
I allow her to keep her eyes shut for a while. She doesn’t seem to be closing in on herself this time. Watching him while he invades her mouth is simply overwhelming.
Killian hums as he drags his fingers in and out a few times. “I’ve been waiting for this forsolong.”
Her shoulders shudder at those words, and her head falls back, just a smidgen farther. It’s like she’s been waiting too; she just doesn’t want to admit it.
When he pulls out and releases her throat, her eyes are glazed.
“Did you like that?” I ask.
Her attention snaps to me, like she had forgotten I was here. Her mouth forms an ‘O,’ about to deny her desire.
Before she can give voice to the lie, I warn, “Don’teverlie to me, Jenna. That’s rule number one. Do you understand?”
She gives a quick nod.
“Now, let’s try again. Did you like what Killian just did to you?”
She bites her lips and closes her eyes. Then she gives the tiniest nod.
“Say it,” I demand.
Her lips quiver as she says in a soft, vulnerable voice that goes straight to my dick, “I liked it.”
“Oh yes, you did.” Killian grabs her throat again, and a tear drips from her eyes.
“He’ll use you like that again,” I say. “And more. But instead of sending you away, he’ll send you down to me afterward.”
“What then?” she asks, breathing hard as she struggles to hold back the tears glistening in her eyes.
“I’ll take care of you and let you sleep in my bed.”
She watches me for a minute, and longing deepens her vulnerable gaze. After two weeks of teasing her with my touch, giving her just enough to hint at how good it could be, she’s come to crave it more than anything. And I’ve come to crave her responsive body more than I’ve craved anything for years.
13
The Wrongness
Jenna
My mind spins as I try to process it all.Take care of you and let you sleep in my bed.He’s my piano teacher and the most intimidating man I’ve ever met. He’s twice my age and the father of the guy I had a crush on for years—maybe still do, even. As much as I hate and fear Killian for what he did to me, I can’t deny the pull that remains. Heat is already swirling low in my belly just from that short throat-grab and having his fingers invade my mouth.
My mind crashes back on the father-son part as thewrongnessof this situation dawns on me.
“You’re his father,” I say, stating the obvious and the immoral perversion that needs to be addressed.
“I am,” Ian simply agrees.
“Y-you can’t do this. It’s wrong.”
“What? Sharing the same toys?” Killian challenges. Before I can answer, he adds, “I’ve been using Dad’s toys since that night I stuffed your mouth and ass.”
