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I’m not nearly as strong as I thought. Is it all women, I wonder, or just me? I thought I was above primal lust, that I was better than the animalistic men who fuck first and consider consequences later. But as I watch him instead of the movie he put on, I realize I’m wrong.

He’s sitting there with his legs spread, popping kernels of caramel corn into his mouth like he doesn’t have a care in the world and I’m simmering.

Simmering with lust, with irritation, with shame, with needs I didn’t even realize I had. It’s not just the sex that has me twisted. It’s the way he held my hand, the way he snuggled up against me. How good it feels to have genuine human contact that isn’t coming from someone with ill intentions.

How is he just sitting there like everything is fine?

When his eyes flick to mine, I catch a small smirk on his sinful lips before he eats some more. The fact that I know what he can do with that mouth is a crime. “Damn, that’s crazy. Did you see what just happened? Aliens came out of nowhere, huh?”

What? A glance at the screen reveals nothing, so I nod. “Yeah, that was crazy.”

Killian chuckles. “Want some of this? Come get some.”

Moving close to him is dangerous. Even his attention, however fleeting or mocking, creates butterflies in my chest. He was so possessive when we went shopping, so gentle and vulnerable when we laid in bed and he told me his story. He’s charismatic and charming, seductive and exacting.

I have a terrible feeling that this might be more than lust.

Yet like a moth to a very hot flame, I’m drawn forward, scooting across the couch until I’m close enough to grab a handful from the bowl in his lap.

“Did you like the aliens better or that blowjob scene?”

He’s doing that thing where his voice deepens because he knows the effect it has on me, but I don’t have a fucking clue what he’s talking about. I haven’t watched a single fucking second of this movie.

“Who said I had to pick?” I deflect. “Both were... good in their own ways.”

“Yeah, especially because neither happened.” He leans in closer. “So what were you watching, Roo?”

Fuck.

My eyes widen as my heart climbs into my throat. I should’ve just shut my mouth. “You,” I admit. “I was watching you.”

Setting the bowl aside, he turns slightly to see me better. “Were you thinking about our shower?”

Our shower. The one where he ruined me and then walked away like he hadn’t done anything at all. “Sort of. I was thinking that you’re stronger than me. That I’m an idiot, and that this is going to be a very long year.”

“Mmhm.” He licks his lips and leans in, his face nuzzling into my neck near my ear. “I’m so much stronger than you, Joey. You wouldn’t stand a chance.”

That wasn’t what I meant, but god, if it doesn’t do exactly what he wanted it to. “You’re right,” I whisper. “I don’t.”

His hand drops to my knee, slowly sliding up my thigh until he’s squeezing it tightly. “Have you come since yesterday?”

No, I’ve been fucking paralyzed by the feelings I’m trying to fight. “I haven’t. Am I ever going to get my panties back?”

“Which ones?” He grins like the deviant he is. “They’re already in your basket. The smell has faded and I needed a new pair.”

Never one to disappoint, I stand up and slide my shorts down, then my panties too. I toss them on his lap before dressing again and stealing the remote. “Your alien blowjobs are boring. My turn.”

Big mistake. Killian brings them to his nose without hesitation, groaning when he inhales my scent and I watch his cock harden before my eyes.

The delicious bulge has my fingers twitching, but I don’t move. Let him struggle for a change.

“Fuck,” he growls, his cock springing free when he tugs his sweats down, and as he wraps a fist around it I can’t look away. “Your turn to watch, pretty girl.”

Well, shit.

I guess he’s not the suffer in silence type.

“Do you even know how good you smell? I don’t know what it is.” He slides his hand up and down and twists around the head. “Never been like this before.”

I shrug, fighting the urge to lean over and suck him in. “Sorry, I guess.”

“Don’t be. It’s amazing. Look at how much you make me leak.”

I don’t want to look. I don’t want to be tempted to throw myself at him, so when the satellite phone rings from the kitchen, I practically leap off the couch to go answer it.

“I understand why you ditched the phone and can’t text me these days, but you can call me too, you know? How’s it going? I miss you.”

I feel Killian stiffen all the way on the couch, but I wave him off.

“I just talked to you two days ago, Violet. Nothing has changed. I’m fine, and I miss you too.”

Slowly, I make my way back to the couch and sit down, a little further from him this time.

His hand isn’t moving anymore, but I can clearly see he’s still hard in his fist, and as Vi starts going on about the kids, Kill relaxes and starts moving again.

Don’t worry, Killer. She has no idea you’re here.

I tune her out a little on accident as I watch his hand, then pull myself out of it and turn slightly away from him. I should be focusing on my sister. “Is anything else new?” I ask. “Did you get that promotion?”

“Nope. They gave it to Billy instead, who’s surprised?” She sighs. “I should just quit. I got the job to get out of the house a few times a week, not to be even more stressed over promotions and bullshit. I should just take a vacation and come visit you.”

Killian moves to straddle my stomach and keep me pinned here, his fist moving faster as he stares down at the tattoo on my chest. When he reaches up to gently slide his rough palm along my throat, I nearly forget how to breathe.

“It’s boring here,” I rush out. “You’d hate it. And you know you’d miss your kids too much, and your man.”

“Those fuckers. It really sucks how much they drive me crazy, and yet I can’t even imagine spending a week without them. So anyway, it’s boring? No hot bears around?”

The way he bites his lip and twists his hand should be a sin, especially because he’s making me a liar.

It’s okay. I can fix it.

“No hot bears. Maybe a hot mountain lion or two, but no bears.”

Staring down, I watch the precum drip from his cock onto my shirt.

I couldn’t repeat what she says next if there was a gun to my head because my captor is jacking off on my chest like he’s nearing the edge. God, he comes so much. I’m practically salivating as I wait for it to happen, but when he grips my shirt and jerks down to tear the fabric, I gasp.

“What was that?”

Violet’s voice sounds far away as the cool air of the cabin hits my bare nipples. I really should hang up on her. “Nothing, I just stubbed my toe,” I mutter. “You were saying?”

My eyes meet his, those intense eyes that seem to stare into my soul and it only makes me wetter.

Killian’s jaw drops when that first rope of cum juts out from his cock, and then suddenly he’s stiffening above me and painting my skin. I can’t think, I can’t move, I can’t breathe.

Violet’s talking but all I hear are his quiet moans, my own heartbeat.

It’s so fucking much.

It covers my tits and slides down my stomach, lower and lower until I’m sure it would reach my clit if I weren’t wearing pants.

It awakens something in me I wish it didn’t.

The sated aura that overtakes him is beautiful. His shining cock pulses where it lays between my tits and he makes no move to get off of me like we have all the time in the world.

“Joey? Are you listening to me?”

Killian reaches down to rub his cum over my chest, making my thighs clench.

“I’m here, Vi. Sorry, I’m watching a really fucked up movie. Can I call you back when it’s over?”

“Yeah, for sure. Give me a call later. Actually call this time though. It can be tomorrow or later this week, I don’t care. Just call so I know some dude isn’t holding you hostage or something.”

He is. And he’s currently marking me his with his cum.

A nervous laugh escapes me. “Don’t be ridiculous. I’ll talk to you soon, I love you.”

I hang up before she can respond, tossing the phone onto the other couch.

“See what you do to me?”

His cum-covered hand grips my throat as his mouth crashes to mine, unraveling me.

I need more of him. I don’t care if it makes me no better than a man, no stronger than an animal. I need more.

I bite his tongue hard as I reach down to grip his messy cock. “I see what you did to me.”

“You look good like this. Fucking art.”

He ruts into my hand for more, so I let him go to get a little revenge of my own. Swiping up some of the mess on my fingers, I lift my pants up and hold his gaze as I rub my clit with his cum. It feels exactly how I thought it would, hot, wet, and sinful.

“Joey,” he moans. “You already miss having my cum inside of you? Put more.”

With him straddling me, I don’t have much room, but I have enough. My vision goes hazy as I swipe a little more and suck it off my fingers, then run my hand through the mess before lifting my hips and fingering it inside myself.

I can see how pleased he is I’m playing along, and the growl he releases has me shivering. “So beautiful, and so dirty. My filthy girl wants me to take her ass, doesn’t she?” His hand tightens around my throat. “Tell me how much you want me to make a bigger mess of you.”

Licking my lips, I see an opportunity I can’t pass up. “Do you remember the fantasy I had, Killian? In the shower?”

The way his cock jumps answers for him. “Of course I do. Don’t move an inch.”

Standing, he strips off his clothes and then does the same to me, ripping my shirt the rest of the way without hesitation. He won’t stop now, I know that. I don’t want him to, either.

I just hope I don’t end up regretting it.