Page 44 of Unhallowed

“The fuck it is.”

“Killian.” I put my hand up to stop him. “Please, don’t.”

Killian grins at that, “You scared?” I take a step back, looking back toward the pool. Maybe if I run fast enough I can get in the house and lock him out. “You should be.”

Not bothering with an answer, I pivot and run toward the pool, trying to dodge it and go for the sliding glass doors right behind it. Except he’s faster than me and catches up easily, grabbing my hair and yanking me toward him until my back meets his heaving chest. But I don’t think it’s from exertion like me, I think it’s because he’s fucking pissed or excited. Or both.

I yelp from the pain, feeling strands give way, but he doesn’t even care as he pulls me toward the steps of the pool. I fight him, bucking my body and slapping behind me. My hand connects with his face and he chuckles.

“Harder, Angel.” He grunts. “Hit me harder.”

He’s so fucking toxic. Why would he even want that? With every moment that passes I’m more convinced that he’s utterly unhinged. For some twisted reason he lets go of my hair and allows me to turn around, and I take the opportunity to slap him as hard as I can across the face. Killian’s head whips to the side, making me smile, and he grins, a little bead of blood on his lip. Barely there. Almost nonexistent unless you’re up close.

“Is that all you got, little demon?” He whispers, turning his face to look at me, his blue eyes dilating and constricting over and over as he looks at me. “You don’t want to hurt me then?”

Heat bubbles up in my veins as if someone has turned up the temperature to my anger and brought it to a boil. Impulsively, I get up on my tip toes and wrap my hands around his neck, digging in deep with my fingernails. His face is placid, though quickly turning red, and the grin he gives me makes my knees weak. Why does he have to be so beautiful? Why do I have to feel this way?

“You’re making me crazy,devil.” I say through gritted teeth, and his eyes sparkle as he turns a deeper shade of red, leaving his hands by his sides. I watch a little trail of blood run over my fingernail and I get the sudden urge to lick it and him. “I don’t like it.”

His hands wrap around my wrists and tug my hands off him, more like pry, and my nails dig in deeper. His skin is beneath them. I can see how he has my marks all over him, his skin raw. When he finally pries me off, I run them down his chest and abs lightly, making him jump, and I grin when I see the devil tattoo above the waistband of his shorts. My eyes linger on it, remembering what it looks like without clothes on, and I feel my ears heat up.

Killian takes a step back until he’s a bit further in the pool, and he grabs my hair and twists it around his fist, shifting his fingers to grip my nape. I whimper when he tightens his grip and he brings his face close to mine. I can smell the hint of mint on his breath. Is he always this alluring? He’s fucking unreal. The way his black hair is always falling over his eyes and he has to push it out of the way. His eyes a deep blue I could get lost in, his muscles always flexing under his clothes. His pouty lips begging to be kissed, so full and perfect. I. Want. Him. Yet I also don’t.

I look away from him as much as my eyes will allow, and he doesn’t like that. But he doesn’t like a lot of things I do, so he can get over it. He bends down further until his lips are against mine, then bites my bottom one until I taste blood in my mouth. He’s always so aggressive, so unlike the gentler nature of Draven. I love it, and I know I shouldn’t.

Killian doesn’t let go of my lip, instead sucking it into his mouth and soothing it with his tongue. I moan at the act, and his fingers tighten in my hair impossibly. I have to squeeze my thighs together to try to stop my clit from pulsing, but goddamn it’s impossible. Even if I’ll never admit this to him, I want my cheek pressed against those steps while he fucks me from behind. I’d let him drown me at this point.

My hands come to his face to try to pry him off, but with his free hand he pulls me toward him even closer, until our bodies are plastered against each other. He’s not even on a step at all, he’s fully in the water, although he’s so tall it reaches the top of his thighs, unlike me.

“I know you want me, Angel.” He says as he pulls away, and my chest heaves with my restraint as I try not to kiss him again. My hands fall to my side. “Let me ask you something.”

“Yeah?”

“Have you ever sucked cock before?”

I laugh at that, low and throaty. “No. And I don’t plan on starting tonight.”

Killian smiles as if amused, a tilt to his lips that I need to look away from but can’t. His white, straight teeth sparkle in the near darkness when his smile grows, and I realize it’s because of how I can’t stop staring at him. “I think since you’re leaving with me, you might as well.”

A shiver runs down my spine at his words, and I know he’s not playing around. Maybe this is it, him enforcing our marriage, and grief hits me hard at the thought of not being with Draven anymore. My eyes well up with tears.

“Don’t be sad, little demon.” He tuts. “You won’t miss him for long, I promise.”

“It’ll always behim, Kill.” I taunt, wanting him to show me his crazy even though I mean it. I will never be over Drav or stop missing him. I shrug. “I’ll never choose you.”

“Shut the fuck up.” He pulls my arm a little to the side, and I groan at the pain. “Not the right answer.”

“What is the right answer then?”

“There isn’t one.” I just bet there isn’t. I don’t understand why he’s so obsessed with me all of a sudden. He doesn’t even know me.The same way I am obsessed with him.Fuck. “Now get on your fucking knees, little demon.”

Killian doesn’t wait for me to comply, instead he grabs me by the shoulders and pushes me down onto my knees, the water barely below my chin. He pushes his shorts down one handed and his cock bobs up toward my forehead, the water reaching part of his shaft.

“Don’t worry, I’ll tell you exactly what to do.” My stomach flips as he grabs his cock and slaps my cheek with it. “Open that mouth, baby girl. From now on, I’m the only one you’ll do this with. I’m the only God you’ll know, and you’ll fucking worship me just like you’re about to do right now.”

“I fucking hate you.” Heat rushes through my body as his hand comes to the top of my head and he shoves me underwater. Then he yanks me by my hair and pulls me back up.

“Say that with a mouthful of my cock, then.”

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