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Killian takes two steps toward his own room before I stop him. “Where are you going?”

His eyes drop down to where my hand is gripping his, surprise flooding them a brief second before his fingers curl into mine and a soft smile finds home on his beautiful face. “You said you were tired. I thought that meant go away.” He tugs me into his chest and wraps his arms around me. “Was I wrong?”

Normally, no. Every night up until now, that’s exactly what it’s meant — but I’m a little strung out right now and being away from him sounds terrible. “You’re a man, of course you’re wrong,” I mumble. “Don’t make me sleep alone.”

Kill chuckles, leaning in to kiss me again, only this time it’s soft and void of tongue. “You don’t have to tell me twice.”

It almost feels too intimate, like we’ve been doing this for years. It’s just aftercare, I tell myself. I just need a little comfort after sex like that.

It’s just aftercare.

Keeping his fingers laced with mine, I tug him to my room and squirm until I’m comfortable, freezing entirely when he begins gently playing with my hair. “Have I told you how much I love the red?”

“You might’ve mentioned it.” Smiling into the pillow, I wiggle back a little closer to him. I can’t lie to myself, it feels good. “Have I told you I like your tattoos?”

“Once or twice.” He huffs a laugh. “Guess we need new compliments, huh? I love the way you scream my name while I’m fucking your ass.”

And I’m very very glad we don’t have neighbors. Just the memory of him splitting me open makes me shiver. “I can still feel you,” I whisper.

A pleased noise leaves his chest as he rolls his hips against my ass, showing me he’s already getting hard again. “Good. Get some sleep, Roo. You need your strength.”

“Oh?” I ask, almost breathless. “Why’s that? Do you plan on making me chop a few trees down tomorrow?”

Laughing, his hand snakes its way up to my throat the way it did the first time he slept here. “You’ll be dealing with a different kind of wood, but something like that. No chopping though.”

So he’s already planning on fucking me again. It makes my stomach swoop and my clit throb, near desperate for it right now. “Yeah? Which hole?”

“I’ll give your ass a rest, but the other two holes are mine.” He grinds against me again and tightens his grip. “Starting with that mouth.”

Need coils inside me, making me wet. “What if I don’t want a break?”

“Don’t move,” he orders, his hand sliding down inside my panties to my clit. “I’m going to make you come, and then you’re going to sleep like a good girl. You hear me?”

I don’t think I’ve ever been a good girl a day in my life, but if not here, if not now, when? “I hear you. But Killian... I want you everywhere one day soon. Promise me.”

“I promise, baby. One day soon I’ll breed every hole and cover you in my cum, but tonight, I want to make you come without you having to give me anything in return. I hear you.”

There’s no way he’s real. Maybe it’s Stockholm Syndrome setting in or maybe I’ve just lost my mind, but as I sink into the feeling of his fingers on my clit, I swear I’m in heaven. I’m not someone being held captive by a killer, I’m the luckiest girl on the West Coast.

And it doesn’t take long to give him what he wants. I feel his cock jerk against my ass with desire as I moan his name, and as he rubs me through it and kisses along my shoulder, I fight the urge to reach back and return the favor.

I’ll be a good girl like I promised. I think he earned it.

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Breakfast is another intimate affair I wasn’t quite prepared for. Soft touches and warm smiles lead to hips bumping in the kitchen as we clean up. Finally, I turn to him with a smile I can’t quite hide. “What do you think you’re doing exactly?”

Killian raises an eyebrow at me playfully. “Staying close to what’s mine. What do you think you’re doing?”

Something about that makes my thighs clench and my brain turn to mush. I stand there, slackjawed, unable to say anything at all.

“Is physical touch not your thing? Because you’ve been giving off ‘touch me’ vibes and I’m just trying to accommodate,” he teases, snapping me out of it.

“It never used to be,” I admit. “But with you? Maybe.”

“Mmhm,” he hums, moving behind me to tug on my hair, and when my mouth opens to yell at him, he seals his lips to mine.

Butterflies explode in my chest, scaring the shit out of me, and they don’t dissipate until he finally lets me up to breathe.

I know my cheeks are flushed when I turn to face him again. “You’re trouble. You know that?”

“What gave it away? Surely not breaking in this place and making myself at home.”

“No, not that at all,” I deadpan.

Laughing, he slaps my ass hard enough to make me gasp and then turns away. “Want to work out with me? I’ve been slacking, and you feed me too good.”

I wrinkle my nose at him. “Unless that’s a euphemism, I’ll pass. I’ll gladly watch you, though.”

“Guess we had a good workout yesterday, huh?” He tosses me a wink and lays down on the ground, waving me over. “Come lay on my hands and I’ll bench press you.”

There’s no way. He’s strong, for sure, but I’m not exactly a pixie. There’s a difference between pinning me down and bench pressing me. “You want to embarrass yourself, huh?” I tease, walking over to call his bluff. “Weird, but okay.”

“You might be surprised. We’ll see if I embarrass myself or your pussy gets wet.”

He holds out his arms, and while I hesitate a moment, laying over them feels weirdly natural. “Like this?”

“Yeah. I know it’s difficult, but try not to squirm.”

The first time he lowers me, I squeal, but manage not to move a muscle. It still makes my stomach do somersaults and my heart skip a beat.

There’s no way he’ll lift me up as smoothly, yet I’m back in the air before I can exhale.

Holy shit, he’s strong. And more than that, he’s got control.

“That’s my good girl,” he says, his voice deep as hell and traveling straight to my pussy. I hate when men are right. “You’re exactly what I needed.”

I’m wet, flattered, and scared all at once. The constant ups and downs are enough to make me nauseous, yet I don’t want him to stop. “Am I? What’re the odds?”

“Yeah,” he grunts, doing one last rep he holds down longer than the last and then he sets me on his torso. “What are the odds you’d decide to crash my hideaway?”

Suddenly he’s tickling me, sending laughter and white hot rage slamming through me. I jerk hard, trying to roll off of him. “S-Stop!” I gasp, elbowing him in the gut as I attempt to move away. “F-Fuck you, stop it!”

Threats don’t sound legitimate when they’re made through peals of laughter, but I do mean it. People who say they like being tickled are fucking liars.

“Damn, girl. That actually hurt.”

He holds his side as he coughs out a laugh, giving me enough space to get free. Panting, I flip him off with a pretty little chipped French tip and a sarcastic smile. “I don’t advise tickling me. I know where you hide your gun.”

“You do?” Reaching out, he grips my ankle and tugs me in close, moving so he’s hovering over me. “Maybe I should tie you up then.”

I don’t know what my face is doing, but I sure know what my pussy is. That traitorous little slut gets so wet so fast I don’t know what to say. “You... huh?”

Biting his lip, Killian stares down at me like he’s reading my every thought. “So you’d like that too.” He leans in close enough to brush our lips together and takes a breath. “What am I going to do with you?”

“Tie me up, apparently,” I mumble, shocked a little at the things I’m learning about myself. “Just remember you asked for this. I tried to stay away.”

“I did,” he admits. “I was close to begging for it, so I think it’s safe to say I’m good with all that comes with you.”

“You just needed a place to put all that cum that wasn’t my laundry basket,” I laugh, reaching up to wrap my arms around him. “I can’t say I’m terribly upset by it.”

“I still can’t believe you were able to swallow all of it. You’re fucking amazing.”

His mouth crashes to mine, stealing any restraint I may have had. I need him, and I need him now.

It’s time for my kind of work out.