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Spotting my baseball bat I keep in the corner, I go to push my legs off the bed, but Killian’s hand tightens on my hip holding me in place next to him. “You’re not going out there.” He glares at me, like there is no room for argument as he holds me against him.
“I’m not sitting here, listening to my roommate get raped,” I fire back, glaring right back at him.
He cocks his head. “Is this another problem you need me to take care of?”
My mouth drops open because the asshole has trapped me again. This time, he’s actually asking me if I want his services.
Instead of answering, I try to get off the bed again, but he flips me so that I land on top of him.
My knees naturally fall to either side of him, and the head of his cock pushes right against my clit.
It’s like an explosion of sensation that rockets through me, and I arch my back, my neck craning so that my jugular is exposed to him, as I roll my hips to feel more of his cock against me.
“I’m going to take that as a yes,” he growls, and turns us both over so my back lands on the mattress, his body above mine. Then he kisses me.
There is no tongue, it’s just a firm press of his mouth to mine, but it feels amazing. I grab his neck, my fingers digging into his hair as I kiss him back.
He lifts up a moment later, giving me a long stare before he pushes off the bed. And then, in nothing but the black boxers he’s wearing, his cock barely contained and raging hard, he strides out of the room.
“Killian,” I hiss, jumping up after him, just as Sarah makes a loud cry of protest.
Killian’s shirt falls around my thighs as I scurry to catch up to his long strides.
But by the time I make it to the living room, he’s already got the guy by the scruff of the neck, pulling him one-handed off Sarah and into the air.
“Hey Dougy,” he rumbles. “Whatcha doin’ out here?”
“What the fuck man?” Doug replies as Sarah scrambles off the couch and makes a dash to hide behind me. “Why don’t you mind your business?”
One-armed, he gives the guy a shake, hard enough to rattle Doug’s teeth. When he stops, he brings his face right into Doug’s face. “You upset my girl. Which means, you upset me. So understand that makes you my business, mate.” And then he gives Doug another good shake.
“Jesus,” Doug cries. “I get it, man. I’m leaving. I’m sorry.”
“Before you go, I want you to know that if I ever see you here again, I’ll hogtie you, stuff your mouth with a rag that I duct tape in place, and sell you to the vagrants down the street to use as their personal fuck toy. I’m not sure if it’s the pain or the stench that will make you vomit but with the gag, know you’ll die choking on your own?—”
“Killian,” I cry, “you can’t talk like that. It’s terrible—” But I stop when the smell of urine hits my nose. “Did he just…”
“Fuck,” Killian drags the guy off the worn carpet and onto the even worse linoleum in the kitchen just as the piss reaches the bottom of his leg and starts to pool on the floor. Then he gives Doug another shake. “You’re cleaning that up, Dougy. How are you not house broken?”
“Killian,” I try again. “I’ll clean it up, just get him out of here.”
“No way, luv. You’re not touching this fucker’s piss. He made the mess, acting like the dog he is, he’ll either clean it up or I’ll rub his nose in it.”
I’m honestly not sure if I should be impressed or appalled.
“I’ll clean it,” Doug cries. “I’ll clean it, I swear. Don’t, don’t shake me again.”
“Sarah,” Killian says in this sing-song voice that makes Sarah jump and then snap to attention behind me.
“He knows my name,” Sarah sighs and I look back to see her making gooey eyes at Killian.
A surge of irritation courses down my spine. He was in my room. I’m wearing his shirt…
“Get the cleaning supplies,” Killian commands. Sarah dashes over to the cabinet under the sink, pulling out a spray bottle and some paper towels.
Killian finally lets Doug go, the guy not able to get his feet under him so he drops to his knees on the floor. But he barely cries out as he starts scrubbing like his life depends on it. It probably does.
I look at Killian’s hands and I know he’s killed people. But I also think about his comment about having a monster of my very own. Is it crazy that there is some logic there?