I don’t dare look at him, and instead, remain focused on Nikolai, who jumps up as if he wasn’t knocked out.
“The actual fucking fuck, Satan’s heir? What’s with throwing motherfucking objects at me lately? Did you get fucking tired of living?”
Killian grabs me by the throat and I yelp as he pushes my back against the railing and captures my lips with his own.
Then he uses my bewilderment state to thrust his tongue inside. He dominates mine, makes me complete and utter putty in his hands.
I’m helpless, but I still try to fight. I put my hands on his chest to push him away, but that only causes his roughness to reach new, exhilarating levels.
His fingers spread on my neck and he kisses me with feverish control. He kisses like he’s fucking me, like he’s having his way with me again, and I have no choice but to take it.
But I’m not his plaything.
I bite his lip and he bites my tongue, harder, until a metallic taste explodes in my mouth.
Whether it’s his or mine, I have no clue.
What I’m sure about is that the war of tongues, lips, and teeth only gets more potent with each passing second until I’m sure my head will explode.
His other hand wraps possessively around my hip and he slams me against the front of his body.
My curves are crushed by his ruthless harshness, and in hindsight, no amount of forts I could build would be able to resist the war that is Killian Carson.
He was always meant to break me to pieces and force me to enjoy every minute of it.
Maybe it’s useless to fight.
Maybe I should’ve cut my losses at the beginning. Because obviously, my resistance is what got him interested in me in the first place.
Like an animal with sharp instincts, Killian must feel the dissipation of my fight, because he delves deeper, his tongue ravaging mine until I whimper from the fierce power.
His kiss is damnation in its purest form, and while I thought he wasn’t what I wanted, maybe this monster is exactly what I need.
Once he feels like he driven his point home, Killian steps back, his lips leaving mine puffy, swollen, and definitely with a cut that burns.
Then he slowly unclasps his fingers from around my throat and tugs me to his side by a firm grip on my hip, making us face the others.
My face feels like a sauna as I realize the earlier show happened in front of his friends.
Shit.
Is it too late to dissolve into nothing?
Gareth’s brows are creasing. Jeremy is smiling, and Nikolai’s mouth is open.
“She’s mine and, therefore, off-limits,” Killian announces in a calm, threatening voice, staring between his brother and cousin. “Off-fucking-limits.”
And then he throws me over his shoulder like a damn caveman and carries me back upstairs.
I push at his back as blood rushes to my head. “What are you doing? Let me down!”
“No can do. You obviously thought sneaking out of my bed like a fucking thief was a good idea and we have to prove otherwise.”
I try to kick my legs in the air.
Slap.
I freeze as the sting registers in my arse. Did he just spank me?
My eyes widen, and I hang there, stupefied, as he kicks the door to his room open and throws me on the bed.
I don’t focus on the soreness or the ache when I glare up at him. “You should pick up being a caveman as a hobby.”
Killian kicks the door shut and advances toward me with a dark expression. “Shut the fuck up, Glyndon. You don’t want to provoke me when I’m stopping myself from going back down there and murdering my own brother and cousin for getting so close to you.”
I swallow, the gravity of the situation making my heart skyrocket. “You wouldn’t, right?”
“You tell me since you’re the one who thought it was a wonderful idea to flaunt yourself in front of them.”
“I only wanted to leave.”
“You don’t get to leave when you’re sleeping in my fucking arms, Glyndon. I let my guard down because you were with me, but I should’ve known better than to trust a conniving little rabbit. Maybe I’ll chain you to me now. Put a bell around your fucking neck so I can hear you leaving. Or maybe a Taser so no one touches you while I’m not there.” He runs a hand through his hair. “Fuck. I’m going back, after all. Fucker Nikolai didn’t bleed.”
He turns around to leave and do what he promised.
And while I don’t really care about Gareth or Nikolai, I don’t want anyone’s blood on my conscience.
Besides, this is what he looks like when his control is confiscated. It’s the first time I’ve see him out of sorts and knowing I’m the reason fills me with a strange type of empowerment.
He’s cold, calculating, allows no emotions in his armor, but he gave me this power over him.
Unintentionally, but it’s there and I want it.
“Killian, wait,” I whisper before I can think properly about my words.
He tilts his head in my direction with his hand on the doorknob.
I tap the mattress. “Let’s go back to sleep.”
He narrows his eyes. “What the fuck are you playing at now?”
“Nothing, I just want to sleep.”
“You’re more readable than a newspaper, and you want me to believe that you have no ulterior motive behind your unusual request?”
“No,” I say it, and I believe it, too. “Please.”
He watches me for a beat, his body still turned to the door, and I think he’ll ignore me and proceed with whatever violence plot he has, but he releases the doorknob and stalks in my direction.
My heart nearly drops to my stomach as he removes his trousers and slides to my side, then pulls me atop of him.
“Leave again and I will fucking tie you to me,” he whispers against my forehead.
“I won’t,” I murmur back and resist the urge to kiss his chest. What the hell?
It’s just an unnatural reaction to the fact that he allowed himself to be stopped by me.
There’s absolutely nothing more to it.
Right?
Killian’s lips meet my forehead and I’m pretty sure something jostles in my heart when he murmurs, “That’s my girl.”
GLYNDON
“You’ll be late anyway, so how about we go back to my very logical idea of staying in bed all day?”
I stare at Killian from my position in the passenger seat of his car. “Are you kidding?”
He taps his finger on the steering wheel. “It’s strange how I rarely joke, but you choose to think that anyway. We need to work on your denial issues.”
I roll my eyes and stare out the window.
“Did you just roll your eyes?”
“And what about it? We need to work on that, too?”
“Yes. That’s an extremely juvenile gesture.”
“Wow. Look at you being all proper. The queen is searching for her etiquette instructor.”
“Doubt she needs one anymore.”
“That was sarcasm.”
“I know.” He offers me one of his rare smiles. “I also know you use it when you’re nervous. It’s useless to keep worrying about being late to class since you will be anyway.”
My lips part.
I’m well aware of his observational and emotion-reading skills, but I’m not ready to experience them over and over again.
“I’m not like you. I can’t help but worry, genius. Also, Professor Skies already thinks I’m mediocre. I don’t want to give him a reason to hate me more.”
He taps his index finger against the steering wheel again. “Is this the same professor who encourages your being bullied?”
“He doesn’t encourage the bullying…”
“But he doesn’t stop it either,” he finishes for me.
I don’t speak, and he obviously takes it as confirmation.
There’s an uncomfortable silence in the car, accentuated by the throbbing between my legs.
Earlier, I woke up with Killian’s very hard cock nestled between my thighs.
He definitely intended to thrust inside me. When I told him I was still sore and probably wouldn’t be able to move today, he said, “That’s one more reason to stay in bed all day.”
“Killian, no. I have classes. Not to mention, my friends must be worried sick about me.”
“Killjoy.”
“Does that mean you won’t fuck me?”
“Depends. Will you put my cock in your mouth and suck me off like a dirty little slut?”
I swear my pussy throbbed at the easy way he says crude things like that, but I still cleared my throat. “What will I get in return?”
“Me not fucking you.”
“No, I want something else.”
“Look at you learning how to negotiate. Let’s hear it. What do you want?”
“Let me think about it.”
“Do it while you’re on your knees, baby.”
I ended up blowing him until my jaw hurt, then he made me swallow every last bit of his cum while looking down on me with that dark, seemingly calm lust.
He thrust two fingers in my mouth and fucked my tongue with the rest of his cum. “That’s it. Swallow it all. Miss a drop and I might not be able to keep my promise about not fucking you.”
Then he brought me breakfast in bed. No kidding. He’s the one who fixed it, too, and he made me eat it all because, apparently, I’m shit at keeping up with my body’s needs.
And now that I’m thinking about all that, a pulsating throb starts in my core and refuses to go away.
Killian retrieves a cigarette and stuffs it between his lips, then fishes for his Zippo.
I crunch my nose, “Didn’t you say you’d quit if I kept your hands and lips occupied?”
I expect him to laugh it off, but he simply throws the cigarette out the window and opens his palm. “Hand.”
Swallowing, I place mine in his.
A small smirk curls his mouth. “Now lips.” When I hesitate, he glances at me. “You weren’t so shy when you first kissed me last night.”
“Ugh, shut up.” I peck him on the lips and I hate how much I enjoy it. I hate how much I like the feel of his lips, how they open and suck and nibble. I hate the realization that I’ve never really enjoyed kissing until now.
When I feel like I’m getting too into it, I push back and clear my throat, desperate to change the subject. “Don’t you have classes, too?”
“I don’t have to attend them all, and I certainly don’t have to worry about a professor putting me on his shit list.”
“I bet they all think you’re an exemplary student.”
“I am an exemplary student. How do you think I got into med school?”
“By manipulating a poor soul or two?”
He chuckles, and he actually sounds amused and it’s easy on the ears. Not like his usual sadistic laughs that are a manifestation of his devil side. “I can’t manipulate my way into med school.”
“You can cheat.”
“Not really. It’ll eventually catch up to me. Besides, I skipped two years. God level is hard to achieve.”
“Your arrogance is staggering.”
“Thanks.”
“That wasn’t a compliment.”
“My genius neurons and I choose to take it as one.”
I stop myself before I roll my eyes again and make him start an annoying lecture. “Is it really hard to be a genius?”
“It’s effortless, actually. I don’t have to think before acting. Everything comes naturally to me.”
“Then why did you say God level is hard to achieve?”
“People usually relate better to hardships and they certainly react well to smokescreens, half-truths, and well-crafted lies.”
“Not everyone.”
“That’s what you say now. Try being hit with a hard truth and see if you don’t wish you never knew about it.”