Page 18 of Killian (The Doherty Mafia)
“And additionally, I’ll let you enjoy that in peace.” With that, he left the room again and I tore into that candy.
* * *
He returned shortly after, and I wasn’t expecting him back this quickly.
This time however, I wasn’t feeling as weak and desperate as before.
As much as I’d hated asking him for food—that candy made me feel better. I actually felt like I was human again. Like I could function again.
He came down the steps, filling the basement with his looming tall presence.
I stood up to face him, with my hands clenched.
“Did you enjoy your treat?” he asked.
“Yes, thank you. I did.”
“If you want them to keep coming, all you have to do is behave yourself and be a good girl,” he added.
I drew closer to him and he stood stock still, blocking my path with his big muscular body.
The closer I went to him, the tighter the knots got in my stomach. The closer I wanted to be to him. I could smell him now. His deeply masculine scent.
I had to remind myself to focus again.
“I’ll try and be good, but I’m not going to make any promises,” I replied. This time I even threw in a smile. Killian’s eyes narrowed at me. He was reading me again, trying to figure me out.
I knew I didn’t have much time. This was my window of opportunity. At the top of the stairs, he’d left the door open.
I ran past him, bounding up the steps. I knew he was behind me, I could feel him right there at my heels.
“Help!” I screamed, running into the hallway. I didn’t know where I was going. I didn’t even know where the front door was. I screamed for help again but nothing happened. I kept running.
Until I felt his arm curl around my waist. He pulled me back and I fell with a thud backwards on his chest. He wrapped his other arm across my breasts, pinning me to him.
I was breathing hard and his mouth was right there at my ear, blowing wisps of my hair around.
“No more sugar for you,” he growled, dragging me back to the basement.
* * *
I thought he was going to throw me down on the ground when he carried me to the basement.
Killian had thrown me over his shoulder, wrapping his strong muscular arms tightly around me, then carried me down the steps. I flailed and kicked as much as I could, but it didn’t work. Nothing worked. He was way too strong for me.
But instead of throwing me down, he gently placed me on the floor.
Wasn’t he just full of surprises?
I felt parched. My lips were dry. I was worried about what he would do to me now. There was no denying it—I had tried to run away.
What was my punishment going to be?
Killian backed away from me. His shoulders heaved from the chase.
“What did I just say?” he growled.
It was on the tip of my tongue; an apology.
Maybe if I apologized, he’d forgive me. Forgive my misbehavior.
“Did you hear what I just fuckin’ said?” It was the first time he raised his voice. It startled me. I suddenly became deeply aware of the danger I was in. Reminding me again that I didn’t know him. I didn’t fully know what Killian was capable of.
“Yes, I heard you and I’m sorry for disobeying you,” I murmured.
I licked my dry lips and his eyes followed the movement. They settled on my mouth, then traveled down my neck.
I could feel my nipples going stiff. When he looked at me like this, it set my body on fire. I didn’t want to feel this way. I didn’t want to be attracted to him. But he was just so freakin’ hot.
There was a small voice at the back of my head that kept reminding me how much I liked it when he carried me. How hard and strong his body was.
I looked away. I had to. I felt like I’d spontaneously combust if I stared into those eyes for a moment longer.
Killian stepped closer to me and I inched towards the wall.
“I don’t think you fully understand where you are. What your position is,” he said. My heart thudded in my chest as he crouched down on one knee in front of me.
Our faces aligned. I could see the sharp angles of his face clearly. The width of his neck.
“I know I have no escape. I know what’s happening to me,” I replied.
He searched my eyes like he was trying to figure out if I was telling the truth.
I guessed he wanted to know if he’d successfully broken me yet.
“I hope, for your sake, Reese, that was the last stupid thing you do,” he continued.
My hands were shaking, but not because I was afraid of this man before me. It was because of the force of my physical attraction to him. I was turned on by everything. By his voice. His eyes. The size of his massive hands. I was experiencing outrageous inner turmoil. My body wanted him, while my mind knew he didn’t give a fuck about me.
