Page 81 of Trapped With You

I smirked. “See something you like?”

She licked her lips and eyed me like I was a piece of candy. One she couldn’t wait to lick, suck, and fuck. “You already know, Killian.”

Killian.

I was always Killian when the mask came on.

Not too long ago, Ella confessed her many fantasies to me. Primal kink. Fear play. Mask kink. She loved it when we roleplayed, saying it got her hot and excited. I nearly orgasmed when she asked to be chased, pinned, tied, and fucked like a slutin the woods. Since I lived to please this girl, I swore I was going to make that scenario a reality very soon.

“Tell me what you want tonight, Ximena.”

We effortlessly slid into another dark game. Her airy inhale at the sound ofXimena—used whenever we were likethis—chained around my core and clenched.

Immersed under the luster of the stars, sheltered in the warmth of my embrace, and her undisguised desires on display, she reminded me of the first time I saw her standing on the balcony. Bewitching like a goddess and ethereal like the orange begonias she loved so much.

Whenever I gazed at her, the personification of my heartbeat, I felt abundantly blessed for being alive in a time where our existences collided. My world was no longer dark, now completely lit with her iridescent presence.

I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I loved her with every fiber of my being. I would until my dying breath.

And as God was my witness, I’d do everything in my power to ensure she stayed happy, protected, and smothered with all the love in my cup.

“Revenge…and you, Kill.” She bit her lip and gently grazed her fingertips over my jaw. “Alwaysyou.”

Without breaking eye contact, I dragged my palms to her inner thighs, putting pressure with intention. Instinctively, her stance widened and I glided my fingers under her miniskirt, stroking her thong. It clung to her like a second skin.

Fuck, she was soaking wet.

A few hours ago, she sent me the most erotic shot. Two fingers stuffed in her sticky pussy while she pleasured herself. I was in a meeting with some associates and nearly lost my mind.

“Did you think you could send me a dirty picture and get away with it?” I growled, my fingers cupping her possessively.

When she remained speechless, I slapped her pussy. “Answer me.”

She moaned throatily, back arching. “N-No, I didn’t want to get away with it.”

Of course she didn’t. She wanted to be punished. Forced into submission. Her ass rubbed against my growing cock and I ground back, giving her a small teaser of what was coming later.

“Good, because you won’t.” I slapped her pussy—once, twice, thrice—and the sound, meshed with her slutty moans, chimed in the night like a beautiful hymn.

“Oh my God!”

“He’s not the one spanking this cunt. Fucking saymyname, Ximena.”

“Killian.”

“Good girl.” I rewarded her by thrusting a finger inside of her slick heat. Fast, quick, and so unexpected, she shot to her tippy-toes. I thrust a second finger and curled against the spot that made her see stars. She sobbed in pleasure. “Goddamn, you like that, eh?”

“Yes!”

I roughly pushed the flimsy material of her bralette over her tits, baring her pebbled nipples. I squeezed one and twisted it. Hard. Just the way she liked. “Beg me for more.”

Ella groaned, body squirming in my hold, her hips writhing, trying to fuck my fingers. I slapped her tits and rasped, “I said beg, Ximena.”

“I want to come!” she whined. All the blood rushed south and my cock soared to full-mast at the plaintive sound. “Pleasepleaseplease.Make me come, Killian!”

“That’s what I’m talking about.” I chuckled darkly and started fingering her pretty pussy, my thumb polishing her clit rhythmically. “I love it when you beg.Eres hermosa, mi amor.”