Page 11 of Killian (The Doherty Mafia)
There was a gentleness to his touch that I didn’t expect from him. From those dangerously harsh eyes.
The more he touched me like that, the wetter I got.
“This is what you want from me, isn’t it, Killian? This is why you saved me and brought me here.” I whispered the words and he watched my lips move. His eyes were frozen on my face. I knew he pictured his cock in my mouth.
I needed to get to his gun and maybe if I could get his pants off, I’d make him vulnerable, and then I’d have a real chance of escape.
But this was hot. I was wet. I was starting to lose focus.
Killian grunted and I reached for his zip. I undid it slowly. No sudden movements to startle him.
“I know you want me,” I hissed,pulling his pants down. The answer to my question was staring me in the face. His cock was hard and big in his pants. He was awake for me.
There was a part of me that wanted to forget about the gun and just focus on his perfect body.
I was aware I was supposed to be afraid of him. I was supposed to be scared for my life, but I wasn’t. Not in this moment when I could see the kind of control I had over his body. My body reacted to his pleasure.
His pants fell to the floor around his ankles and I licked my lower lip. I wanted him in my mouth just as much as I wanted him to believe this was real. I wasn’t pretending anymore. My pussy throbbed for a taste of him. To feel that cock inside me.
And what a big glorious cock it was. Erect in his underwear.
I purred like a cat, reaching for him again. I wanted to see it. See him completely naked, but before I could do it, he grabbed my wrist and yanked me up.
“Just behave yourself and don’t make me punish you,” he growled.
I was so taken aback by his sudden change that I said nothing. He pushed me away and pulled up his pants.
I heard him mutter something harsh under his breath and then he turned to leave the room. He didn’t have his gun on him today. I’d clocked that already.
My attempt at stealing it and earning my freedom was wasted. Now he knew what I was capable of and he armed himself against any such future attempt.
I watched with heaving shoulders as he walked back up the stairs, leaving.
Killian, so far, had ample opportunity to really hurt me. Punish me for all the shit I’d already pulled on him. But he didn’t.
What did that mean?
I had to keep reminding myself not to become too hopeful and naive. Killian was not my friend. No matter how he made me feel when he touched me.
Seven
Killian
I needed a drink to calm myself. Reese touching me was way too much to handle.
I’d been fantasizing about her for what felt like ages—even though I only met her for the first time last night. But she’d been on my mind every waking and sleeping moment since.
Now, we were so close to doing something.
She looked like she wanted it as much as I did but I knew she was playing a game. She wanted to see just how much control she had over me.
The one thing I was quickly beginning to discover about Reese Deville was that she was no idiot.
She may have had that deer-in-the-headlights look on her face, but she was smarter and stronger than any other girl I’d met. She wasn’t naive and she knew how to take care of herself. Maybe she had no choice but to acquire those skills while living in a household with her stepfather.
Aldo Baron couldn’t have been easy to live with.
But the last thing I needed was to pity Reese.
Pitying her and trying to rescue her from the cruelty of my uncle was what got me in this shit in the first place. And now I needed to make sure I didn’t repeat the same mistakes. I needed to think with my head and not my dick. Although, this girl made it really hard for me.
Yeah, pun intended.
I poured myself a shot of vodka and drank it in one go standing at my kitchen sink. My cock still throbbed in my pants and I didn’t know what I was thinking.
Why did I assume that taking a shot of vodka was going to keep my desire in control?
I took another shot and growled under my breath.
How was I going to control this girl? How was I going to control my burning need for her?
Did I have to control it?
I rescued her from Connor. I brought her to my place. I had her locked up in my basement—for what? If not to gain some pleasure and enjoyment from it. Right?
