Page 21 of The Final Contract (The Black Ledger Billionaires #5)

T hat bastard.

I squirm the entire way back to his apartment. Longest thirty minutes of my life.

Killian sits there, acting indifferent, while my destroyed panties sit in his pocket, one scarred eyebrow cocked high in hidden amusement. While his men ride in silence around me, none of them knowing his fingers still smell of me—my pussy, my pleasure.

I’ve never come so hard from being fingered. Ever.

But it’s not just that leaving me shaken.

It’s what I discovered in that bathroom when he kissed me.

His dick piercing isn’t the only one he has.

His tongue is pierced too.

I never noticed it before. Never saw him play with it, never caught the flash of metal. It must be discreet. Hidden. But I felt it—cool and hard against the heat of his tongue as he shoved it into my mouth, claiming me.

The thought of that bar sliding over my clit while he licks me open makes me wet all over again.

His promise—to lick my pussy until I scream.

Now it has new life. A new edge.

Walking from the limo to the door of his building feels like walking to my execution—and I’m going willingly. The doorman nods as they wave us through. The elevator ride is short, quiet. Finn and one guard ride up with us. Another stays behind in the lobby.

It’s too calm. Too normal. And I’m a live wire, buzzing with anticipation and dread.

Because as a Ledger companion, I know my role. I’m hired to fulfill fantasies. The pleasure belongs to the client, not me. That’s the deal.

But Killian isn’t promising me duty. He isn’t promising me a job well done.

He’s promising something else.

Something only for me.

At his floor, the guard stationed at his door nods, then slips off for the night. Finn lingers long enough to give Killian a quick update, then takes his leave too.

All is quiet. No action. No threats.

Just me and him.

Killian unlocks the door and ushers me inside.

And when it shuts behind us with a heavy click, my stomach drops.

Because now I’m trapped.

Alone with the beast I riled up.

The second the door shuts, he’s on me.

My back hits the wood with a thud, his mouth slamming onto mine. His kiss is rough, devouring, swallowing my squeal. I know the guard still stationed in the hall can hear every gasp, every scrape of my heels on the floor.

I don’t care.

Killian rips at my dress, fist curling at my chest until the fabric tears down the middle. I gasp into his mouth as he peels it off me, leaving me in nothing but my heels and a black, strapless bra.

“Killian—”

His knife is out in a flash, gleaming in the low light. The cold tip slides between my breasts, slipping under the satin. A single upward slice, and the bra parts like paper, falling away.

“Jesus,” I gasp, heart pounding.

“Quiet,” he growls, lowering his mouth to my breasts. His tongue is hot, his teeth sharper. He sucks hard, nips at the soft flesh until I arch into him with a cry.

Then he bites—just enough to pinch, to sting, to claim.

“Oh God?—”

He lifts me like I weigh nothing, my legs wrapping around his waist. His mouth is back on mine, his teeth tugging at my bottom lip.

“I’m not makin’ it to the bed,” he mutters against my lips.

“Don’t care,” I breathe.

He half carries, half staggers us down the hall, but stops short, pinning me against the wall. His mouth claims me again—brutal and hungry—leaving my lips swollen and wet.

Then he drops me to my feet.

Before I can steady myself, he kneels, dragging kisses down my stomach. His teeth scrape my hip, making me moan out loud.

“Killian…”

“Spread for me.” His voice is a command, dark and low.

He hooks my thigh over his shoulder, pressing his mouth into my pussy like he owns it.

The first sweep of his tongue has me crying out, clutching his hair. The cool scrape of the piercing over my clit makes me see stars.

“Fuck—yes,” I moan, rocking against him. His scruffy beard feels amazing between my thighs, just like I’d imagined a hundred times.

His tongue is merciless—curling, flicking, plunging deep. He isn’t eating me out because it’s expected. He’s devouring me because he wants to. Because he craves it. Because he wants me writhing on his mouth until I break.

This man loves to eat pussy.

“Killian, I can’t?—”

“You can,” he growls against me, and sucks harder.

I come hard, a scream tearing from me. But he doesn’t stop. Doesn’t slow.

He shifts, hooking my other leg over his shoulder.

Then he rises. Stands to his full height with me in his arms, my back pinned to the wall, my pussy spread wide for his mouth.

“Hold the doorframe,” he orders, his voice rough.

My hands fly up, clutching the wood above me as he buries his face between my thighs, sucking me like he’s starving. The pressure is unbearable, exquisite—his tongue piercing dragging relentless patterns until I’m sobbing out his name.

“Say my name,” he rasps, teeth scraping me. “Say the name of the man you really wanted tonight.”

“Killian!”

He groans against me, tightening his grip, forcing me to ride his face as he devours me. My body bows, trembling, pleasure tearing me apart as my scream echoes through the apartment.

Only when I’m trembling, sobbing through another orgasm does he lower me carefully. My legs hook back around his waist on instinct, clinging to him.

His strength is terrifying. Intoxicating.

My body is wrecked, limp in his hold, but my eyes are locked on him—on his mouth, on the line of my release glistening down his chin and throat.

I lift a hand, cup his face, and lean in. My tongue drags up his jaw, lapping at the salty-slick line of cum he coaxed from me. His breath rumbles low, rough, as I chase the trail higher, licking him clean.

Before I can stop myself, I press my mouth to his, tongue plunging deep. The taste of me is everywhere, flooding between us, dizzying.

His growl vibrates against my lips as he kicks the bedroom door open, never breaking the kiss. The frame shudders from the impact, then the door slams shut behind us, the sound echoing like a gunshot.

He tears his mouth from mine just long enough to rasp, “You think you’ve come enough tonight?” His smirk is wicked, hungry. “I’m just fuckin’ getting started.”

Killian sets me on the edge of his bed, his massive frame dropping to his knees in front of me. In a single motion, he rips his shirt over his head—muscles flexing, skin glistening. His belt hits the floor, followed by the heavy clatter of his knife.

Then he reaches for me.

My heels slide off one by one under his rough hands, and before I can catch my breath he’s spreading my thighs wide, dragging me open.

“Feet on my shoulders,” he orders.

I obey, trembling, heels digging into the hard muscle.

“Now watch.”

His head dips, mouth sealing over me, tongue plunging deep while his piercing scrapes across my clit. I grip his hair, knuckles white, forcing myself to keep my eyes open like he commanded. His gaze flashes up through thick lashes, locking with mine even as his mouth devours me.

“Killian—fuck?—”

He slides two fingers inside me—thick and ruthless—thrusting hard while he sucks on my clit. The wet sounds echo in the room—obscene, delicious. I hear them as clearly as I feel them—his hand pounding into me while his mouth wrecks me.

Pleasure tears through me, raw and brutal. I come hard, screaming his name, thighs clamping around his head as I drip down his fingers. He doesn’t stop until I’m gasping, undone, trembling against the sheets.

When he finally pulls back, his lips glisten with me, his chin wet, his fingers still pumping slow inside my pussy. “You taste better than sin,” he growls, dragging his thumb over my swollen clit one last time.

I can’t think. Can’t breathe. The only thought left in me is that I want him inside me—now.

But first… “I want a taste.”

I push up, licking my lips, grinning wickedly. “Stand up,” I murmur.

His brows lift, but he obeys. He rises, towering over me, and unzips.

My breath catches.

His cock is long. Thick. Hard veins running down the shaft, the gleam of a piercing through the crown. I wrap my hand around him, stroking slow, savoring the heavy weight. Then I lean forward, licking a long strip up his length before sucking the head into my mouth.

“Oh, fuck,” he grunts, head falling back.

I swirl my tongue around the metal bar, tugging at it, pulling moans out of him as I take him deeper, hollowing my cheeks. He hits the back of my throat, and I stay there, gagless, holding his gaze as I swallow around him.

When I pull off with a wet pop, his eyes are black, feral. His thumb drags across my bottom lip, smearing spit.

“You know why I’m the most coveted companion?” I whisper, voice wrecked.

The way his jaw ticks says he already knows.

“Because I come like this—” I press two fingers between my thighs, moaning as I plunge inside myself, my release dripping down my hand. His nostrils flare; his cock jerks in my grip.

“And because…” I lick my lips, stroking him slow with the hand that was just in my pussy, coating him in my release. “There isn’t a dick I can’t take without gagging.”

I look up at him—daring, wicked. “So fuck my mouth, Killian. See if you’re big enough to find my limit.”

He grips the side of my head, cock sliding heavy over my tongue. I open wide, letting him thrust deeper. My throat stretches, burns, until his balls slap against my chin.

He groans, low and guttural. “Fuck—no one’s ever taken me all the way before. No one could.”

The words vibrate through me, my eyes watering as I accommodate his size. His growl rumbles above me—dark and primal—and it makes my pussy clench hard around nothing.

“Deep breath,” he rasps. “Now.”

I inhale through my nose, and he pushes back into my mouth, filling me until I can’t breathe. His cock drills straight down my throat, his piercing dragging along my tongue as he groans.

“Christ, angel. You’re swallowing me whole.”

I gulp around him, throat working, the sound obscene. His hand fists in my hair, holding me steady as he fucks my mouth, using me like I’m made for it.

“Take it,” he snarls. “Take every inch of me.”

He thrusts harder, pushing me to the limit of my held breath until I slide off, spit running down my chin, dripping from his cock as I suck in a deep rush of air. The sight of him glistening with my saliva makes my thighs press together, desperate for relief.

He smirks, wiping the mess across my lips with his thumb. “Filthy girl.”

Before I can answer, he tears open a condom and rolls it down his thick length. My body aches—ready—but he’s not done teasing.

He presses me back against the bed, spreading me wide. His thumb circles my swollen clit until I cry out, writhing beneath him.

“You’re already dripping for me,” he mutters, voice low and hungry. “So fucking wet, I could slide in raw.”

“Killian, please?—”

“Not yet.” He toys with me, rubbing slow until I’m panting. Then, finally, he presses the head of his cock against me and pushes forward—slow and relentless.

“Oh my God?—”

I can feel every inch stretching me, filling me. My body is so small compared to his, but I take him. Perfectly.

His eyes never leave my face as he sinks deeper, watching every flicker of pleasure and pain. “Look at you,” he growls. “So tight. Taking me like you were made for my cock.”

“Fuck,” I moan, clutching at his shoulders. “You’re too big?—”

“Too big, and you’re still begging for more. Say it. Say you love it.”

“I do. I love it,” I cry, arching as he bottoms out, buried to the hilt.

“Good girl.”

He pulls back slow, then slams into me—hard enough to rattle the bed. I scream his name, nails clawing down his back.

He fucks me mercilessly, driving deep, pounding until the headboard knocks against the wall. His mouth is everywhere—my neck, my lips, sucking my nipples raw as he thrusts.

“You feel that?” he grits out, his pace brutal. “That’s my cock splitting you open. No one else has ever filled you like this.”

“Killian—yes—don’t stop?—”

“I’m not stoppin’ until you come all over me. Until you squeeze me so hard I can’t breathe.”

His fingers work my clit again, and the pressure detonates. I come screaming, shaking beneath him, my pussy clamping down around his thick length.

He curses, driving into me harder. “That’s it, angel. Milk my cock. Make me give it to you.”

He pounds once, twice more—then groans, long and low, spilling into the condom as his body trembles above me, slowing his thrusts until he finally pulls free.

On his knees between my legs, he strips the condom off, ties it tight, and tosses it aside. His eyes drop to my pussy—swollen, wet, still fluttering from the aftershocks—and his lips curl into something wicked.

“Christ, look at that sweet cunt. Dripping like she’s beggin’ for more. You think I’m finished? No, angel. I’m gonna fuck you ’til this mattress is soaked through, ’til you’re cryin’ and beggin’ and there’s nothin’ left in you to give.”

He tears open another condom, sliding it down his still-thick cock, never breaking eye contact.

“By the time the sun comes up, you won’t remember your own name—only the way I fucked you all night long.”

Then he leans forward, pressing my thighs wide again, and buries his face between my legs. His tongue drags through the mess he left behind, licking me clean with slow, deliberate strokes.

“Gotta clean up the first mess, angel,” he growls against my pussy. “Before I make the next one.”

And with the way he’s devouring me, I know he means it.