Page 10 of Killian (The Doherty Mafia)
So I sat on the floor, waiting for him to turn up.
Eventually, I heard his footsteps outside the door, then the metal door unlocked.
I stood up and walked to the bottom of the stairs, staring up at him. I already expected him to be pissed off about the sounds I made earlier. So my window of opportunity was going to be limited. However, I had no choice but to take the opportunity now.
Killian stood at the top of the stairs, glaring down at me with his beady dark eyes. Sharp brows, like his nose. Chiseled jawline.
My throat was dry and I forced the lump down my throat. When I looked him over, I couldn’t locate his gun because his shirt was untucked and falling over his waist.
Shit.
He walked down the steps slowly. I backed away a few feet. I needed to get my hands under control, shaking like leaves in a storm.
“You haven’t been on your best behavior,” he said, approaching the last step.
It was now or never…and I couldn’t afford to wait around for never.
I lunged at him, throwing myself against him. He caught me by both arms as I reached for his waist, feeling about quickly for the gun.
I couldn’t find it.
In that split second, I looked into Killian’s eyes and he squinted at me. He’d figured out what I was trying to do and he caught a fistful of my hair in a bunch.
But instead of pulling me off him, or dragging me around the room like I expected him to do, he pinned me closer to himself. We were so close, I could feel his hot breath on my face.
“And what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he growled.
* * *
Just when I thought he was going to kiss me, Killian shoved me away. I toppled backwards and fell on the floor, and he walked up to stand over me. Big and strong, I was no match to him.
“You looking for my gun?” he asked in a surprisingly calm voice. I could see the rage in his eyes though.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I replied.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about. You tried that bullshit earlier too. Banging on the door. Did you really think it was going to work? You think I’d let you get away?”
I sat up, meeting his gaze determinedly. It was important that I didn’t show any signs of weakness because that would be equivalent to admitting my guilt.
“I want you to set me free. I’m not trying to get away.”
Killian clenched his jaws and fists simultaneously.
“You want me to believe that?”
“You can believe whatever you want, I’m just telling you what it is. Where will I go even if I escape? I have nowhere to hide. Nobody to go to.”
His eyes narrowed at me and I hoped I was starting to convince him. I stood up slowly.
“You’ve been so good to me. All you have to do is let me go now, help me get away. I’ll be indebted to you for life.”
“You’re going nowhere,” he said deeply.
Another mistake.
He wasn’t going to be taken for a fool.
I breathed in deeply, filling my lungs with the stale cold air of the basement.
“And you better fuckin’ stop trying to escape now before you get hurt. You wouldn’t want that would you?”
“I’m not trying anything,” I protested again.
Killian stepped up closer to me, closing the few feet of distance between us.
“You’re a liar, and you should be putting that lying mouth to better use.”
I watched the way his lips moved and the only thing I could think about was kissing him.
Was that what he was thinking about too? Did he want me to kiss him?
My lips parted as we watched each other breathe. He looked me over; my breasts, my hips, my legs. I noticed I was wet all of a sudden. He did that to me. Just by looking at me.
What was wrong with me?
My breasts heaved as I tried to come up with a different plan.
I needed to improvise.
I had to get to that gun I knew was on his body somewhere.
“Yes, you’re right, I can think of something else I could be doing instead of talking,” I said, falling down on my knees in front of him.
Killian stood with his feet planted firmly apart. He knew exactly what I was talking about, and finally, it looked like he was pleased with something I said.
* * *
I was on my knees, looking into his gorgeous eyes, with my mouth parted seductively. I wanted him to know I was ready for anything. I was ready to take him in my mouth and make him feel good.
I ran my hands up his legs, feeling the muscular strength of his body. He laid one hand down on my head, weaving his fingers into my long hair, stroking me like I was his pet.
