Page 234 of Pretty Ruthless Monsters: Complete Series

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Killian’s entire body goes completely still except for the muscle in his cheek that flexes every few seconds as he watches me. The darkness in his eyes has shifted from pent-up anger and frustration to raw hunger.

Perfect.

I hold back a satisfied smile. His attention is exactly where I want it—on me, not on his guilt or pain about leaving Princess behind.

My jeans slide down my legs until I can easily kick them off.

I’m doing my best to make him want me, but I’m also being careful not to strain my healing wounds again.

The bandages are still there, wrapped around my torso, but Killian’s careful tending has helped me recover faster than I ever would’ve expected.

Every day that passes brings less pain and more mobility.

I stretch out on the bed and take a second to enjoy the feel of cool sheets against my warm body. “Are you sure you just want to watch?” My fingers trace lazy patterns on my stomach. “Because this might be your last chance to change your mind…”

I’m bluffing, of course, but his breath still catches. “Siren.” His name for me comes out as a low, rumbling growl.

“Yes?” I arch my back slightly, testing my range of motion. The movement sends a little twinge of pain down my spine, but it doesn’t hurt like it would have just yesterday. “Is there something you want to say?”

His eyes track every small shift of my body as I reach back and unfasten my bra, then let it fall away.

“You’re more than welcome to join me anytime, you know.

Or…” I pause to cup my breasts and close my eyes for a moment before opening them and holding his gaze again.

“You can stay over there and let me do this all by myself.”

I adjust my position on the bed to make sure he has the perfect view. “You know what I like.” I nibble at my bottom lip as I roll my nipple between my fingers. “How rough I need it.” The touch is feather-light, nowhere near enough pressure.

That will come soon enough though.

A groan escapes his throat and his hands curl into fists at his sides.

“But I can be gentle too.” I circle my areola with my fingertip, avoiding direct contact with the sensitive peak. “See?”

“Fuck…” His voice has dropped an octave.

I switch to my other breast, giving it the same delicate attention. My nipples tighten into hard points, begging for more. “Not enough though, is it? Not for either of us. You know exactly how I like to be touched.”

His jaw clenches. “I do.”

“Hard pinches.” I demonstrate with the lightest of tugs instead. “Teeth.” Another soft caress. “Your strong hands squeezing…”

The growing bulge in his pants tells me my words are having their intended effect. I trail my fingers down my stomach, over the bandages, until I reach the edge of my panties.

“Should I keep going?” I slide my hand beneath my panties, slowly teasing my clit and keeping my movements deliberately soft and light. “Jesus, that feels good. Not as good as it feels when you do it, but close.”

His jaw clenches. “I don’t tease you like that though.”

“No.” My hips rock upward as I pick up the pace a little, letting the pleasure build. “You fuck me so hard and deep that I can’t remember my own name. You make me come over and over, until I’m weak and shaking.”

“That’s right.” He takes a step forward, then catches himself. “That’s exactly what I do. And you fucking love it.”

“You know what else I love?”

“What?”

“When you hold me down and wrap your hand around my throat until I’m gasping for air.” I let my fingers trail up to touch my neck, imagining his fingers digging into my skin. “The way you growl in my ear and tell me what a good girl I am.”

That muscle in his jaw ticks again, but he doesn’t try to move. “Keep going.”

“I love when you shove my face into the pillow and fuck me from behind.” My movements speed up, and a rush of heat spreads through my body. “Or when you tie me up with your belt. Not that I’d ever try to get away.”

His eyes flash. “Damn right you wouldn’t. You’d lay there and take it like the good girl you are.”

My hips arch off the bed as I dip my fingers lower, circling my entrance but not entering. I’m tempted to take my panties off, but I also love that he can’t see exactly what I’m doing. It’s torture for both of us, but in the best possible way.

His eyes flick up to mine for a second before returning to my hand as it teases my clit in slow circles.

“Is that what you’re thinking about?” I bite my lip and dip two fingers inside myself, groaning at the fullness.

My eyes flutter shut for a moment as I savor the sensation.

“Fucking me as hard as you can? Until I’m screaming and panting and sore for fucking days?

Or maybe you’re picturing that night in the graveyard.

” I suck in a breath as I curl my fingers and thrust them slowly.

“Fuck, you made me come so hard that night.”

I can see the memory flickering in his eyes. Good. I want him to remember it all. To think about every filthy, dirty, primal thing we’ve done together.

A moan escapes my lips as the pleasure spikes, but it still isn’t enough. These light touches aren’t going to make me come. But we can both still enjoy what I’m doing in the meantime. “So deep, Killian. You fucked me so deep that night on that grave. It was… perfect.”

“You remember how wet I was that night?” I arch my back, sliding my fingers in deeper. “I’m even wetter now.”

I need more pressure, more friction, more everything. But I keep teasing myself the way he never would. My hips buck up, desperate for friction that isn’t there.

“Please…” The word slips out before I can stop it.

“Please what?”

“I need…” I whimper as another wave of pleasure rolls through me, more intense but still not quite enough to push me over the edge. “I need you. Need your hands on me. Your mouth.” I slip two fingers inside myself again but it’s not the same. Not even close. “Need you to make me come.”

Something snaps inside him. I can see it in his eyes when it happens, and I suck in a sharp breath as he finally—fucking finally—crosses the room and jerks my hand out of my panties.

“You don’t get to touch it anymore,” he growls, bringing my hand to his face and taking a moment to inhale deeply. “No more fucking teasing. This pussy is mine now, you understand?”

“Take it. It’s yours. Only yours,” I say, meaning every word as he runs his tongue up and down both fingers before slowly sucking them into his mouth.

He bites down just enough to make me gasp at the sudden jolt of pain, then gives my fingers one more long, thorough tongue bath before releasing my hand and letting it drop back down to the mattress beside me.

“You’re sure?” He drops down to his knees next to the bed without breaking eye contact and waits for me to nod. When I do, he reaches over and slaps my pussy through my panties.

Hard.

The sudden explosion of pain tinged with pleasure takes my breath away. My eyes go wide as I look at him, but I’m more concerned with the building sense of urgency I can feel between my legs. I’m so close to coming that the least little thing will push me over the edge.

And then he slaps my pussy again.

“Fuck,” I exhale as my orgasm tears through me. My head falls back and my legs start to shake as I finally let go and give in to wave after wave of intense pleasure. “Fuck me now… please.”

He rips my panties away—the thin, soaked fabric gives way almost immediately—and he takes a moment to inhale those too, before tossing them aside.

“You’re done calling the shots for now, siren,” he says. “It’s all mine, remember?”

Damn my traitorous mouth. But honestly? I’d give myself to him all over again if he asked, because I know what’s coming next. I know he’s going to give me what I need. Everything I need. Always.

“We’re just getting started now…” He pauses, roughly spreading my legs wide so every part of me is completely exposed to him. “And we’re not going to stop until I say.”

“I know,” I nod without hesitating as he lowers his upper body to get closer to my pussy. “That’s what I want.”

He doesn’t say another word. Instead, he drags his tongue from just below my pussy all the way up, then spreads me open and exposes my throbbing clit just as another wave of pleasure washes through me.

“Oh god,” I moan, arching my back when he goes down on me again. I’m expecting to feel his tongue, but I get his teeth instead, dragging across my clit and making me gasp his name as I instinctively reach for his head. “Killian! Oh, fuck…. Fuck me.”

I’m still coming. Or maybe I’m coming again.

The way he teases my most sensitive spot with his fucking teeth over and over again is almost too much for me to take.

And we’re just getting started? I hold on to his head and grind myself against his mouth as he licks and nips and teases me through my climax, then gradually let my hands fall away as my arms and legs and shoulders start to relax.

My head hits the pillow again as he looks up at me, and I swear I’ve never had to struggle harder to keep my eyes open.

Until he slaps my clit again.

“Oh, fuck,” I gasp, jerking fully awake as a smirk plays across his lips.

“No rest for the wicked. I told you we were just getting started.” His hand moves up my stomach and between my breasts until he’s loosely gripping my throat. “Now spread your legs for me as wide as you can and hold them like that until I tell you otherwise.”

He puts some pressure into his grip when my blissed out limbs don’t respond right away. He isn’t cutting off my breath completely, but there’s no doubt that he’s in control of my air flow.

I struggle to do what he says, reaching behind my knees and holding myself open for him. My face is getting warm from exertion and from the thought of how fully exposed I am, but it’s going to be worth every second of discomfort and slight humiliation when he fills me with that big, thick cock.