Page 34 of Killian (The Doherty Mafia)
So I was attracted to my captor.
Maddeningly.
Annoyingly.
Dangerously.
At some time, it would have to stop.
Just because we had amazing sex, it didn’t mean we would also have an amazing relationship. Besides, it didn’t seem like Killian knew how to be in a relationship. And why would he choose me?
The girl he unwillingly rescued from the claws of his disgusting uncle.
This guy could take any woman he wanted, and from the looks of it—he already did.
“Eyes on the screen.” He spoke without looking at me.
He’d caught me staring from the corner of his eyes. I quickly did as I was told. Embarrassed that he caught me looking.
Ashamed a little that he knew I couldn’t help myself.
* * *
The movie was done and we took the bowl and mugs back to the kitchen sink.
In an even more surprising twist to the night, we had a heated discussion about the movie, Marvel history and characters. I knew he was amazed that I knew so much and had a genuine interest in this stuff.
I was also secretly glad to be able to talk to him about it.
Take my mind off the fact that I wanted him to throw me on that kitchen counter and fuck me hard.
Killian stood at the sink and quickly washed the dishes. All I could do was stand behind him and stare at his wide muscular back. I knew what he looked like without his clothes on. All muscles. Big and strong. He didn’t break a sweat when he plowed into me. He could lift me up like I weighed nothing in his arms.
He was the kind of man who knew how to handle my curves.
Already, I could feel my pussy getting wet for him.
I had never initiated sex before. In my short sexual history with guys, I was always the one asked to lie down in bed so the guy could climb up on top of me and do his business.
With Killian, it was completely different. I felt that tension between my legs. An uncontrollable urge to throw myself at him. Beg him to take me.
How much lower could I demean myself?
He turned to me, wiping his hands on a paper towel. He caught me staring again. This time I wasn’t just embarrassed but worried that he’d think I was planning something.
I definitely wasn’t.
In fact, I’d completely forgotten about trying to get away.
“Spill it out, Reese. What do you want?” he asked, leaning against the kitchen counter.
My eyes traveled over him. His tanned complexion and perfectly sculpted body. He was wearing a tank top, so I could see every bicep, the outline of his rock hard abs.
“I think you know what I want, Killian.”
He took a slow step towards me. He examined me too, and there was very little left to his imagination. His shirt was oversized and hung over my shoulders, revealing a deep and heavy cleavage. The shirt barely covered my pussy or my ass.
“I want to hear you say it, Reese. If you don’t say the words, you’re not going to get it,” he replied.
He walked around me, until he stood behind me. When he smacked my ass, I gasped from the thrill of it. He smacked it with force enough to make my skin tingle. I wanted him to do it again.
I wanted him to show me all the ways that I belonged to him.
“I want you to fuck me again.” I gladly said the words.
* * *
Killian reached for me, tipping me backwards as he lifted me up in his arms.
“For just this once, your wish is my command,” he said, smiling.
I was smiling too. My body was already on fire with the thought of all the things he could do to me.
I didn’t know where he was going to carry me. To the porch so we could have sex outside in the woods? His bedroom so he could fuck me on his bed?
He kicked a door open at the end of the hall and carried me into the most luxurious bathroom I had ever seen.
The decor and setup of this bathroom did not match the otherwise ordinary looking interiors of the rest of his house. Clearly, Killian enjoyed spending time relaxing in here.
It appeared to be his oasis.
The bathroom decor was a mixture of stone and wood. The walls were like the inside of a cave, with damp green ivy crawling all over them too. In the corner was a glass shower cubicle, but that wasn’t where he was taking me.
In the center of the bathroom was a big bathtub in an oval shape. The inside surface of the tub was luminescent white like mother of pearl.
He put me down before he got the water going.
All I could do was stare at him and stare around at the bathroom.
“Wow!” I exclaimed.
He had a smile on his face when he threw me a look over his shoulder. He added what looked like bath salts to the water while it filled up.
