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“And what if I say no?” I push, reaching out to stop his hand when he tries to grab me. “What if I say I don’t want you in my ass?”

Killian grips both of my wrists and pins them down, his face leaning in so close to mine I can feel the heat radiating off of him. “Did I say you can move yet?”

He was born for this. Maybe that makes me really fucking stupid, but right now, I can’t seem to bring myself to care. “No, Killian. You didn’t.”

“Then sit the fuck back, Joey. Be a good girl for me.”

Slowly, he backs away like he’s ready to pounce at any sudden movement, but he’s testing me. Clearly. My heart lodges somewhere in my throat as I carefully lean back, sinking against the couch cushions and nodding. I’ve been waiting my whole life for a man who could actually take charge and handle me. All of me. “I’ll be a good girl.”

Killian smiles before disappearing into my room, leaving me there to think about my life choices for a few excruciating moments. When he comes back he’s holding a towel, one of my vibrators, and lube, his cock fully hard again swinging in front of him. “The buttons on this one look a little more worn. Is this your favorite?”

My cheeks flush. “Yes. I really only have the others for when I kill the battery on that one.”

Setting it aside, Kill lays the towel down underneath my ass and kneels in front of me, then clicks the vibrator on as he spreads my legs wider.

I can’t get over how gorgeous he is. His hair falls in his eyes as he gets settled, but nothing could hide his face, his broad shoulders, the tattoos covering his skin. And he’s here, commanding me to sit back so he can do what he wants with my body.

The first touch of my vibe makes my legs twitch. No one’s ever used it on me, certainly not like this.

His tongue slides along his lips as he watches me, a pleased noise leaving him at the sight. “Hold it for me, Roo. I have to get to work.”

As soon as I grab it, he tugs me all the way to the edge of the couch and fingers some of his cum around the brim of my ass. “You’re gonna be so full.”

Oh, god. I can only imagine how that will feel — not just the size of his cock, but all that cum stuffed in such a tiny little hole. It makes me squirm.

“Am I? Have you thought about it?”

“Of course I have. Remember when you wore those small teal shorts?”

The tip of his finger pushes inside, sending heat through me.

“Yes.”

“That’s why I had to wash my comforter at midnight. I came so hard imagining myself take your ass against the kitchen counter.”

I can work with that. Exhaling hard, I change the angle on my vibe just a little bit and let out a moan. “You won’t,” I mumble. “You wouldn’t.”

“No?” He tilts his head, his gaze locked with mine. “Is there a certain word you’d say if you really didn’t want me to?”

A safeword. I’ve never needed one before, no one was ever adventurous enough. “Yeah,” I say with a light little laugh. “I’ll yell FBI.”

Killian tries to pretend that wasn’t funny as he lubes up his fingers, but I see the amusement in his eyes. “You’re hilarious.”

One digit slides all the way inside of me, and as his own little form of punishment, a second soon follows. But I fucking love it. The stretch, the burn, knowing there’s no part of me he doesn’t want?

“So if I told you to stop, you’d...”

“Fuck you even harder.”

I have to pull the vibe away just to stop myself from getting off too soon. I can handle multiple orgasms, but I know what’s coming. I’ve been teasing him and denying him for too long. “I’ll fight,” I whisper, squeezing his fingers with the rim of my ass. “I never lose a fight.”

It’s an outright lie — I’m only here because I lost a fight, yet he raises an eyebrow at the challenge and spreads those fingers out enough to make me gasp. “You’ve never lost and you’re up against a man that’s done with losing. Where does that leave us, hmm?” Before I can think of a response his hand clamps over my mouth as he crowds my space. “It leaves you bending to me, and me taking what I need.”

I might be the dumbest bitch in all of these United States, but I’m also gonna come harder than any of them. Moaning into his palm, I drop the vibe back where it belongs just long enough to send me over. With my eyes locked on his, I make an even bigger mess of myself, strangling his fingers in the process.

“Fuck,” he grunts, his fingers moving faster inside of me until he can’t take it anymore and he’s tugging them out and fumbling with the lube.

He’s about to wreck my ass with not nearly enough prep, but I want it. I might even need it.

It’s not like I won’t have time to recover.

Grinning, I use his temporary distraction to scramble off the couch and race toward the kitchen, my heart skipping a beat when I hear him jump to his feet and rush toward me.

When he pins my face down on the marble, raw, delicious fear licks its way up my spine, and I realize how right I was when I thought about how helpless I’d truly be against him. “Where do you think you’re going? Do you really think you can escape me?”

Nope. I was counting on the fact that I couldn’t.

“You can’t keep your eyes on me all the time,” I tease, squirming enough to make him spank me. It has wetness running down my thighs.

“You think I came all this way unprepared to tie someone up if I had to, Roo?”

Both hands are yanked behind my back, his palm pressing against my crossed wrists as he kicks my legs apart and lines himself up with my ass.

I haven’t felt adrenaline like this in years. The good kind, the kind that makes you feel alive, not like you’re about to die. My heartbeat slams against the countertop as I try to free my hands and can’t. Try to squirm and can’t. “Don’t,” I whisper, yet rock up onto my toes all the same. “Don’t do it.”

“I can’t hear you. Louder.”

Killian shoves the head of his cock inside my ass before I can do anything at all, dragging a strangled, half muffled scream from me instead.

But this... this is exactly what I was fantasizing about that day. Exactly what I’ve dreamed about since then. He’s perfect. “I said don’t!” I growl, clenching around him and rocking back. All it does is drive his cock deeper.

“Goddamn, woman.” He thrusts in deeper once... twice... “Yell at me again. Tell me no.”

He’s full on fucking my ass now, muttering on about how he wants me to push him away, and yet every thrust only brings us closer together.

I’m so full I can barely think straight. “Killian, I said no! Stop,” I pant, clawing his skin with my nails. “You can’t have me.”

The noise he releases as he pounds into me is primal, so brutal it’s borderline unhinged, shoving me closer and closer to another orgasm. The counter is digging into my hips painfully with his warm blood coating my fingertips, and he doesn’t seem to care at all about anything that isn’t owning me.

“You’re. Already. Mine.”

I feel it with every movement, every breath. He won’t let me say no again. I won’t try to say no again. Whatever happens, wherever this ends up... he’s right. He stole me and he’s not giving me back.

“Killian,” I whimper, no longer trying to fight to get away, but struggling to take it. He’s so big it feels like I’m splitting in half. “Too much. Too—”

“It’s not,” he grunts out. “You can take it, you know how I know?”

I can feel he’s getting closer to the edge, but I need him to say it first. “How?”

“Because my good girl is strong. She bends to me, but she will never break. Now whose girl are you, Joey? S-Say it.”

His hips jerk, his hips snapping against my ass impossibly harder, and I have one more little way of fucking with him.

I don’t say anything at all.

“Fuck, Josephine! Say it!”

When I keep my mouth shut he tugs me back just enough to reach around and pinch my clit angrily, but all it does is send a surprise orgasm shattering through my body.

“I’m yours!” I scream, letting out a half sob as I press my cheek hard against the counter. “I’m yours!”

“Mine.”

Killian breeds my ass with a guttural growl, his giant frame trapping me there so taking every drop is all I can do.

I feel every jerk and pulse of his cock, feel it bloating me and filling me up so much that I can’t believe he’s not getting kicked out.

And it just keeps going.

I’m boneless and trembling by the time he finally stops, breathless and sated. “Holy shit,” I mumble. “You’ve been holding back.”

That makes him huff a laugh, showing me he’s just as breathless as me. “I was trying not to scare you more than I already have.”

“Well stop it. I’ve been waiting my whole adult life for someone to fuck me like that.”

For someone to prove they can hurt me, but choose to bring me pleasure instead. Someone who can let their demons out and still control them.

I’ve been waiting for him.

As a response, Kill pulls me up by my throat and leans around my shoulder to meet me in a searing kiss, his tongue swiping into my mouth in a way that feels like a promise. “I’ve been waiting for someone I could fuck like that too, Roo.”

He’s had all of me now, and I feel like everything has changed. I won’t be able to go back to saying no. I don’t think he’ll let me, anyway. So one way or another, this is happening — and I just have to hope it doesn’t ruin us both in the end.