Page 9 of Promise to Break

I can't. Serena's life is on the line.

As she reaches us, I offer her a fake smile. "Did you come to feed your three monkeys, Dear Lila? Because if you did, I would love to see them do some trick for their snack." I can endure the abuse, but I refuse to keep my mouth shut while doing it.

Lila puts a hand on her hip and smirks. "No, I brought it for you. I heard Teacher Emanuel tell you that his pet monkey can do a better Tarte Tatin than you." Yes, the asshole did say that and the notion that a man like our dear lord has a pet and a monkey at that disturbed me. I hope that monkey looks at his head for lice every night.

"Oh, and you wanted me to feed the monkey? How sweet of you." I put a hand on my heart and flutter my lashes. "I didn't know you like animals, Lila. So your bitchy self does have a human inside, after all. Good to know."

She narrows her green eyes and sneers. It's a beautiful sight. I can admit that much, just like a cobra in the wild before striking at you. "No, you will be our monkey, won't she, Kill?" Of course, she brings him into it. Lila knows I would cut her into tiny pieces if she came to me without her boy toy handy.

I feel his gaze on me, trying to suck my soul out, but I refuse to give him the time of day and keep my gaze focused on Lila.

"Don't call me that." He doesn't let his fiancée call him by his nickname. Only his friends can call him that. Everyone else is beneath him.

"Sorry, babe. Won't happen again. Will you hold her for me? She's a feral one, never listens." Fuck. If that asshole touches me, it means I can't do shit. Fearing he plans to oblige her, I make the mistake of looking at him.

Whatever deity created this monster, He made him with love and devotion, just like Raven does with her colorful paintings. I melt inside and pray no one can see it.

"I am not your babe, Lila." Trouble in paradise? Raven assures me that Killian hates Lila as much, if not more, than she hates Liam. Truly, I don't give a fuck.

Going to lie to yourself? That stupid voice mocks.

"Well, Killian. Will you hold her for me?"

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Fucking double shit on a biscuit.

I get to my feet and stand there, still as a statue, staring at those vacant eyes that show nothing. I assume he's taking his time to decide if he finds it entertaining enough.

"Gladly."

Not again.

I don't move an inch, letting his large hands hold me down. I'm petite next to his six feet two inches, and this isn't the first time something like this has happened. And yet, for some stupid reason, the horny bitch in me thinks that being in the arms of this man makes me safer than I've ever been.

"Someday, you'll meet some asshole who will want to fuck you. He'll be hot, and you'll think you want that, and it will be fine. Give him what you both want, but remember, my child, men like that are good just for the sack. Not for family. I'll tell you that." The words of Nana, the principal of The House of Dreams, remind me that Killian is not for me. He never will be.

"You smell nice for a monkey," he says. "Did you finally decide to use the Fierro money for yourself?" I didn't, and he knows it, but he likes to remind me that my sister and now the baby inside her depends on the dirty money of his almighty family.

I scoff. "Finish what you started. You know I won't break, and nothing you do will make me bow to you." Killian pulls me closer so my back is pinned against his dick. He loves doing that every chance he gets.

You like it too.

The asshole rubs himself on me a few times, wanting me to react, to break under him. Never.

Fuck him. Fuck him in the ass with a spiked dildo and no lube.

Lila doesn't appear to notice Killian's antics, as she's more focused on embarrassing me. "You know, whores like you should know how to give some good head. I think you can teach your prude of a friend how to do it, but since no one wants chlamydia, a banana will have to do. Show us how well you can suck on it." I don't have time for any witty comeback, as an unpeeled banana is shoved into my mouth. I don't think about it too much as I bite on it, skin and all, spitting it in her face. Again, I may not be able to hurt my real bully, but I can definitely hurt and humiliate his puppet.

"You animal!" His lackey Lila screams into my face. Covering me with spit. "No wonder no one wants to get near you. You spit on my shirt." She looks at the stain left behind, and I grin like the savage they think I am.

"It's because I don't swallow, darling. True whores never do." My mouth is full of the bitter taste of the banana peel. Killian's hands are still on my skin, holding me with more strength than before. His fingers dig so deep into my flesh to the point I know it will bruise my skin. His scent makes me want to keep this game up, so I rub myself against him just as he did to me, showing him what he'll never get. Oh, the games we play.

"You!" Lila's scream resonates through the entire cafeteria. Apparently, she saw what I did. Good.

"I'm bored," the man of the hour announces before releasing me and letting me fall to the floor. He strides away, and his lovely lady goes after him as fast as she can, knowing that without his participation, I'll ruin her.

"I'm sorry my sucking skills aren't to your liking," I shout, thinking Killian will let it slide, but, of course, he doesn't.

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