Page 45 of Killian (The Doherty Mafia)
Our faces were so close my hot breath fluttered her wispy strands of hair. She was still peering at me, trying to decipher me.
“You’re right. You get what you want.”
“And you get to have a life,” I added.
Reese’s nostrils flared. She had no idea how fuckin’ sexy she looked when she had her mouth open like that.
“And I think I need to remind you who is boss here,” I growled.
She said nothing when I grabbed her by her hips and pulled her to me. In fact, she gave in quickly when I covered her mouth with mine, pushing my tongue down her throat so I could possess her.
I shoved my hand down the front of her jeans till I felt the hot throb of her clit. She was wet for me already. I knew she would be.
This was what she wanted, right?
For a man to keep her in control.
* * *
I wasn’t expecting her to do it, so I didn’t see it coming. Reese pulled my hand out of her jeans and with her hands on my chest, she shoved me back.
I hit against the wall, clenching my jaws in anger. She glared at me, with her eyes blazing brilliantly.
“You think you can just fuck me and I’ll forget what you’re trying to here?” she hissed, taking a step towards me.
My cock throbbed. Hard. I needed to be inside her.
“All right. What do you think I’m trying to do?”
“Abandon me. You’re done with me, right? You got what you wanted from me and now you’re bored.”
She got it all wrong.
How could I ever be bored of a girl like her? She had no idea what it did to me when I woke up to find her sleeping next to me in bed. If I could make things any different, I would.
Reese brought her face closer to me.
“You’re just going to use me and throw me away. Like everyone else has.”
I grabbed her arms and pushed her backwards. She was pinned to the wall now as I towered over her.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about, so shut the fuck up.” I kissed her cheek, she tipped her head back, offering her neck to me. My tongue ran down her smooth buttery skin. She tasted so sweet it was ridiculous.
I grinded into her, wanting her to feel how big my cock was. Reese’s eyelids fluttered as my mouth traveled down to her cleavage. She weaved her fingers in my hair.
“I know exactly what I’m saying. I am nothing but your prisoner. You said it yourself, you can do what you want with me.” She whispered the words, but loud enough so I could hear perfectly well. I cupped her ass, lifting her up gently while I buried my face between her big tits.
A low moan escaped her. As much as she hated me right then, she couldn’t resist me either. That was how fucked up it was between us.
I couldn’t resist her either, despite knowing I should have kept my hands to myself.
She gasped all of a sudden, trying to pull away from me.
“Let me go. This is over, right? Let me go!” she demanded.
There was a short struggle as she tried to get away but I wrapped her in my arms and she stopped moving. My hands traveled all over her back, her ass. I kissed her shoulder tenderly, then her hands.
Reese wasn’t making a sound. I thought she was on the verge of crying again, but she didn’t.
I grabbed a bunch of her hair in my fist, tipping her head back so I could look at her face.
“You can’t tell me what to do,” I growled, pulling her jeans open, pushing them down her legs.
She looked excited and charged up. This was how she wanted it from the start.
I was going to make her come at my command.
Twenty-Four
Reese
Killian went down on me.
He tried to dominate me.
Maybe he wanted me to recognize that no matter what decision he made, he would always be in control of me. I wasn’t allowed to be mad at him.
He pulled down my panties, keeping me pinned to the wall with one hand while he went down on his knees between my legs.
When his mouth met my pussy, I gasped, losing all control.
There was no foreplay here. He wanted me to come and I was going to come hard.
He thrust two fingers into me while his mouth took possession of my clit. He knew exactly how to make me come and he would use every skill he knew to make that happen.
I was weak because he made me feel like I was soaring.
I didn’t want to feel like this now. I wanted to continue the conversation. I wanted facts. I needed to know what his plan was. What was my future going to look like?
More importantly, did he really not want to be a part of my future? Would we never see each other again?
