Page 15 of Promise to Break

He smirks. "I'm waiting for you to ask me about my proposition, but it looks like you're too caught up in enjoying the show." The asshole shrugs as if his standing here with his hard cock is an everyday occurrence.

I hate him so much. Or at least the rational part of me does. The other part that's between my legs begs me to touch him and lose my clothes.

I swallow and try to focus on his face. "What did you expect, for me to smile and pet your little…pet? It's cute and all, but I don't think the choker collar you tried to put on it is working."

And then it happens. He smiles. The fucker knows how to smile. Who knew? And how is it fair for him to have dimples? Two perfect dots that look like they're there to lure you in.

"Your mouth," he says, pointing at me.

"What about it?"

"I want to shut it with my dick."

Is he for fucking real? Did he really just say that to me? "Who do you think you are?"

"I beg your pardon?" He tries to use the false manners his British friend loves so much. It doesn't suit him.

"No begging needed. Just leave."

His smile is gone now, as if he is ordering himself to act cool and aloof, but his left brow twitches just enough to let me know he's trying to hide his bewilderment at my audacity.

"So, are you just going to stand there?" he asks. "You won't even try to understand why I'm here?"

"I know why you're here, Killian. The problem is, I don't give a fuck. I don't care about your expectations or your plans. You've bullied me for two years now, telling me you'll hurt Serena if I don't take it. You've waited for me to break and beg. I haven't. And now, you've come here and want what? To take the weak little Maricela?"

Shut up, Maricela, shut up.

"Well, fuck that!" I scream, letting my voice echo in the small space and not even waiting for him to respond before I continue my one-sided argument. "Santino will protect my sister from you. He's too obsessed with her pureness. And you know what? I'm quite sure that even someone like you isn't cruel enough to harm the wife of your brother and the mother of your niece. So, fuck you, Killian Fierro. Fuck everything you stand for."

I take a breath and add, "You can do anything you want to me. I've been broken before. Your shit and tattoos won't phase me. Did I make myself clear? Your bark doesn't do shit for me anymore."

There's barely a pause before he says, "So, you won't suck me off? Not even a little? You know some chicks enjoy the act, and I got the impression you liked it when the banana took your breath away. Didn't you, Wild Child?"

Like he did with the fucking fruit in front of everyone, I can see him putting the damn thing inside me. I didn't want it. I was unwilling. And yet, my tongue darts out to lick my lips. I stop myself at the last moment. The way he played with me, the way I let him. The desire he's awakened in me is a bother, but I refuse to let my pussy think for me. No fucking way.

"So, what will you do to make me go to my knees? Will you tell me you'll harm Serena again? You can try. Not even I'm allowed to be near her without supervision. I did well. My sister's protected, even from the likes of you. A few words to the brother who hates you is all I need."

My self-preservation flies away with the wind at this point. It's not that I deluded myself into believing that he won't do all he promised. He can. He will if provoked. But I also know that Santino will move mountains to protect his wife and future kid.

"The likes of me?" Killian repeats with a snort. "And tell me, who am I? What do you know about me?"

"Not much," I admit. "But I'm a girl of the streets. I may lack the bookish intelligence of people like you, but I'm street-smart, and that's worth a lot more. More than once, people abused me. So, I don't fucking see what you can do to me that hasn't already been done to me before. Name it, I endured it. Beaten, screamed at, humiliated, left with no food as a punishment… Any one of those things happened more times than I can count. Everything but rape."

Killian isn't touching himself anymore. No, he's listening, studying me, and I just told him that no one has raped me. That was probably a huge mistake.

Don't show fear, Maricela, don't you dare.

I look him in the eyes. "Don't tell me. That's what you came here to do to me?"

He shakes his head. "Little Wild Child. If I get you on your knees, it will be because you beg me to. You'll be dripping to be there. I don't do rape. There's no need. I get all the pussy I want."

It's no secret that a man like Killian fucks everything with a pulse.

I smirk. "So harassment is fine, then? Great. I don't think the law is going to agree with you, though." His eyes are still vacant, but his entire face comes to life as if I amuse him. As if he wants me to keep going.

Fucking neurotic psychopath. A hot one at that.

"I haven't even touched you yet." His hands lift as I take a step back. Just like prey, I back myself into a corner.

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