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Killian

“Yourarmlookswonderful,as long as you keep most weight off of it for the next few weeks. Take it slow, almost like riding a bike.” Dr. Dipshit smiled at Aziza. I was moments away from snatching him up from his throat. Slamming his face into the wall, breaking the many bon—

“When can we have sex?” Aziza asked, breaking me from thoughts. My gaze snapped up to hers. Her eyes were already on me, smirking at me. I couldn’t keep my own smile from my face.

“Sexual intercourse is okay, but I don’t recommend it. You’re still healing from your accident. Your cuts and bruises may be healing, and your arm and collarbone look wonderful especially within these eight weeks.”

Aziza's eyes shot towards me. She had yet to ask why she was at my cabin again or how long she’d been there. I figured she knew she stayed a few weeks, but now she knew. And that look she was giving me, she was pissed, and I was going to hear all about it.

“Your leg is healing very well; I’m impressed with it. But it still has quite a bit of healing to do.”

I could barely focus on anything else he went on about because Aziza kept glancing over at me. It was taking more strength than I knew to not toss her over my shoulder and get back to the cabin. I hated being out in the open like this anyway and now from the way she kept looking at me I was close to snapping.

“Killian.” Her sweet voice was like a beacon. “Are you ready?”

I hadn’t realized they were done until I glanced around the room, and he was no longer standing there. Aziza was now stepping towards me, standing between my legs.

“Yeah, let’s go,” I mumbled, grabbing her hand as we walked out to my truck. Helping her in, I pressed a hand against my hard cock that was struggling against my zipper.

Breathing through my nose and out through my mouth I tried everything to calm myself.

***

“What do you want for dinner?” I asked her the moment we stepped into the cabin.

“I’m not hungry.” Making a move to go around me, I grabbed her elbow, swinging her body to mine. Her chest pressed up against my own, and grabbing her chin in my hand, I forced her to look at me.

“You’re going to eat like a good girl, and you’re going to eat all of it. Then you’re going to shower because I know you won’t do what I’m going to do without showering. Though, I might just do it without you showering. Just because, Aziza, you’ve been a bad girl. A very bad girl. And I’m not sure if you deserve a reward.” Pressing our noses together, I tilted her body into mine, the entire length of her body against mine. “So, I’m going to go make you some food, and you’re going to shower. We’re going to check your blood sugar, then we’re going to eat. Then if I’m in a good mood by then, I’m going to spread you out and feast on your pussy and ass.” Pressing my lips to hers, her breath hitched before she opened her mouth allowing me access. I thrusted my tongue into her mouth, enjoying the feel of her opening up to me.

She needs to eat.

Breaking away from her, I peered down. Her eyes were closed, but her lips were swollen and wet from me. It almost caused me to sweep her off her feet and go at her like my life depended on it.

“Go shower while I make you something to eat.”

Aziza nodded her head, opening her eyes. I watched as she used her crutches to get back to the bathroom.

Wasting no time, I headed into the kitchen to make her food.

***

Aziza stopped in her tracks as I finished plating her grilled chicken with mango and avocado salsa on top. Her eyes tracked down to what I’d made, then up to meet mine.

“You remembered,” she whispered.

“Of course.”

I would remember anything about her. This was her favorite meal. Grilled chicken with mango avocado salsa on top. She loved eating this with a large glass of unsweetened tea.

Though it was not my type of thing, I loved making it for her.

Grabbing our plates, I sat down at the small kitchen table. Aziza never once looked away from me. Sitting down, she finally started to move, except I wasn’t having her sit across from me.

“Uh-uh,” I tsked, tapping my thigh. “Come here.”

Aziza chuckled but didn’t make a move to come sit on my lap.

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