Any normal person would’ve been repulsed, but no, not my fucked-up psyche. I was wetter than hell, imagining running my tongue across his silky head, down that thick shaft.
What the hell was wrong with me?
Dipping my hand beneath the waistband of his boxers, I set him free. My breath caught. Shit, Cordi hadn’t been exaggerating. He was fucking huge.
As if he’d read my mind, his lips twisted into a sinister smile. “Yeah, the rumors are true.”
“You’re not that impressive.”
“Whatever you say, Red.”
I reached for the thick, veiny beast, wrapping my fingers around his length. Killian shuddered, his entire body trembling violently. A surge of pleasure raced up my spine at seeing the great Killian Davenport at my mercy.
In this moment, I was the one with all the power. And damn, it felt good. Now, he would be mine to ruin.
“That’s right, Red, take my cock like a good girl,” he rasped.
A bead of cum glistened atop his thick head, and my tongue darted out to taste him. I wished I hated it, wished I’d gagged at his musky taste, but shit, I only wanted more.
He tasted familiar, salty and sweet with a hint of that lavender detergent that clung to his clothes. I swirled my tongue around the silky skin and slid my palm up and down as his arousal slickened my hand.
“Mmm, that’s my good girl. I want my cum dripping down your throat, then I want to watch you swallow me down.”
I sucked harder at his words, my head bobbing up and down. With each stroke, I felt stronger, more in control.
Killian watched me, eyes wild. He let out a groan and dug his fingers into my hair. “Mmm, Red, fuck, you feel so good. Deeper, come on, I know you can do it. I want to feel the back of your throat with my cock.”
I muttered a curse around his enormous dick, but he only moaned harder.
“Take all of me, Red.” His voice was rough as he guided my hands to his ass and thrust inside my mouth.
Tears blurred my vision as he filled me, his head tickling the back of my throat. I barely suppressed my gag reflex, focusing on how good he tasted instead. How much Ilikedthis.
My fingers slipped beneath his pants and dug into his bare ass. Gawd, I wanted this. I wanted to make him come, to have that power over him. I sucked harder, faster, until my jaw ached from his ridiculous size.
The patio door swung open, and a gasp ricocheted through the air.
“Killian...”That voice. “What the hell are you doing with that girl?” The deep, smooth voice that haunted my nightmares echoed behind me. The scent of cigars and scotch invaded my nostrils, turning my stomach, and my heart faltered on a beat.
I froze, my blood like ice in my veins.
No, no, no. This wasn’t happening.
Killian jerked his cock from my mouth and stuffed it back into his pants as I curled into a ball against the brick column with his shirt around my legs. Whirling around, he jumped in front of me, a bare, muscled barrier between me and the man who’d ruined my life.
He’d done it almost instinctively. As if he still cared. A part of me broke at the sight.
“Who is that girl?” Stan asked, angling his head to see around Killian’s broad form.
His eyes met mine for an instant, and all the air fled my lungs. If he recognized me...
Killian shifted again, blocking me from his stepfather’s sight. “She’s no one, sir. Just some sorority girl.”
“And where is your goddamned shirt?” he barked.
“I spilled some champagne on the shirt so?—”
Holy hell, was he actually covering for me?
