Page 14 of Love and War

“Where is she?” I hissed, searching around for where this girl could be. But no one was in here with us. Besides a small loveseat in the corner, it was just the desk he sat at with two laptops and three monitors.

Killian swung around, eyes glued to mine.

“I won’t ask again.”

“Moya Prin—” I didn't know what he was going to say, and I didn’t care.

Everything felt like too much. Him being here. My nickname. Him saving me from Mark. I saw red.

I shoved him out of the way of the desk, my eyes zeroed on the one laptop that had its screen awake. My name was everywhere, as if he was trying to find me. I almost laughed at the idea. He wouldn’t find anything, just like he wouldn’t find Salem.

Instead of laughing though, my anger got the best of me. I grabbed his laptop and threw it onto the ground. I’m sure Killian said something, but I couldn’t hear anything besides the rage in my head. I screamed at the top of my lungs, my foot smashing the screen. Over and over again.

Violence.

I kicked and stomped all over the computer until it was just little pieces.

“Enough!” he growled.

I barely looked up before his hand wrapped round my throat. His fingers were squeezing until I could barely breathe. My hands flew to his wrist, my nails digging into his skin.

Our eyes locked onto each other.

“What are you doing here, Aziza?” he growled. His face was so close to mine.

Refusing to answer, he tightened his grip, pushing me until my back slammed against the wall. My thighs clenched together, and my pussy grew wet as he kept his hand firmly against my throat.

“Answer me.”

“I-I don’t know,” I answered honestly. The idea that he came here for a girl sounded completely stupid now. I knew there was no one here. Killian wasn’t like that. He was obsessed with me. Always had been. Killian wouldn’t touch another girl. But…

It’s been six years, my mind reminded me.

Maybe he would then. Maybe there is another girl. He could have gotten over me and moved on. Maybe that’s why he’s here. Just thinking about it made my body tense. I hated it.

“You have a reason, tell me.”

“Fuck you,” I spat out. Dropping my hands from his wrist, making fists at my side, I dug my own nails into my skin.

“Oh, Aziza, we’ve tal—”

“Fuck.You.”Fuck.My mouth getting me into trouble came a lot sooner than I thought.

“This disrespect, the attitude. I’ve told you, moya Printsessa…” His words trailed off as his eyes grazed down my body. My nipples hardened under his gaze. Of course my body was a damn traitor. He always had ways of making me wet and mush under his gaze.

“You used to like my attitude.” I grinned.

“Ah, yes, I do. I love it in fact, but it’s been a long time.”

“Si—”

I never got the chance to finish what I was saying or thinking for that matter. Not when Killian shoved his hands into my pants, his large hand cupping my sex.Don’t moan. Don’t do it.I may be wet, but I refused to give him that, the sounds he used to love so much.

“I told you if you keep talking and giving me this attitude, I was going to fuck it out of you.” If my jaw could drop, it would. My pussy clenched at the idea of him doing exactly that. “You like that idea, don’t you?” It wasn’t a question, because he knew I did. I loved the idea of every little dirty thing he wanted to do to me.

“Get on your knees.”

“No.” I wouldn’t. Even if I loved the idea. I had to be strong. I would be strong. He couldn’t wiggle his way back, not after three days of being here. Not after being gone for six fucking years.

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