Page 12 of Falling for a Killer

“Wait a minute, isn’t Killian kind of... on the nose?” I tease. “Did your parents name you that in hopes you’d be a killer on the run one day, or was it just a happy accident?”

“I don’t know. Keep talking and maybe we’ll find out.”

I lick my lips slowly as I contemplate how far I can push him. If heisgoing to hurt me... I want to get it over with. “You do know names aren’t supposed to be literal, right? You don’t see me hopping around like a baby kangaroo just because my name is Joey.”

“Unfortunately not, but I have something you can hop on if you’re feeling the natural urge to, Roo Roo.”

My jaw drops, but my eyes flick to his crotch. He got me. That’s fair. The way my pussy immediately responded says more about me than years of therapy ever could — and I don’t care.

No one in their right mind would turn him down.

“Stop giving me stupid nicknames and maybe I will.”

Killian chuckles deeply. “Just Roo then? Got it.”

That one’s actually kind of cute and it bothers me. I am who I am — I’m Joey. No one deviates, no one gets creative. Except him. “You’re awfully needy, you know that? First you want cake, then sex... what’s next?”

“It was my birthday yesterday after all, and I don’t know about you, but I think if we flipped that order, we’d be nice and sated. Imagine a slice of fresh chocolate cake after five orgasms?”

My eyebrows shoot up. “Sorry, what? How many?”

“Give or take.” His gaze travels up my legs until he meets my eyes again. “At least. Going to take a guess that it’s been a while for you?”

It has. Over a year, actually. So long that I don’t crave it the way I used to... until now. But this is dangerous. He’s dangerous. He’s a killer, he’s admitted it. And where would this end? We’re stuck here together. If we fuck once, we’ll do it again and again and again. Things will get messy, tangled. I’m too broken to ever love again, so where does that leave us? We can’t start down that road.

“A while,” I agree. “I’m not upset about it. When you stop getting it all the time, it stops meaning as much. My vibrators get the job done just fine.”

“I know the feeling,” he admits. “My hand does the job, but I know it could never compare to... fuck.”

Kill reaches down and adjusts himself before putting a pillow on his lap to block it, and I nearly ask him not to. I’m so wet he’d slide right inside of me.

“Do you want me to leave you alone?” I ask quietly. “I can go to my room for a while.”

“I have a much better idea... but I promised myself I wouldn’t hit on you and you’re making it very difficult not to want to fuck you right here.”

My breath catches as I force myself to stand up. The kitchen isn’t much of a hideaway, but I grab a bottle of water and give myself a second to just drink and try to cool off — but the moment I turn around, he’s there. Right in front of me. “Killian...”

“Tell me no.”

His hand reaches out to cradle my face and I suddenly forget what that means. Why would I say no? How could I say no?

“Yes.”

The word barely leaves my lips before he whispers, “fuck it,” and his mouth is crashing into mine, his body caging me against the counter as he devours me like he’s starved.

I’ve never been kissed like this. I can’t think, can’t reason, can’t do anything but allow myself to be swept up in it.

And god, it feels good.

Just once.

I can let myself have this just once.

Ryan never kissed me like this.

My fingers tangle in his messy hair as he lifts me up onto the counter, and my legs spread a little too easily.

A growl leaves his chest when he presses himself against my center, his rock-hard cock threatening to rip its way through our clothes, and when he grinds his hips into me I forget why I ever wanted to argue with him.

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