Page 25 of Falling for a Killer

His hand drops to my knee, slowly sliding up my thigh until he’s squeezing it tightly. “Have you come since yesterday?”

No, I’ve been fucking paralyzed by the feelings I’m trying to fight. “I haven’t. Am I ever going to get my panties back?”

“Which ones?” He grins like the deviant he is. “They’re already in your basket. The smell has faded and I needed a new pair.”

Never one to disappoint, I stand up and slide my shorts down, then my panties too. I toss them on his lap before dressing again and stealing the remote. “Your alien blowjobs are boring. My turn.”

Big mistake. Killian brings them to his nose without hesitation, groaning when he inhales my scent and I watch his cock harden before my eyes.

The delicious bulge has my fingers twitching, but I don’t move. Let him struggle for a change.

“Fuck,” he growls, his cock springing free when he tugs his sweats down, and as he wraps a fist around it I can’t look away. “Your turn to watch, pretty girl.”

Well, shit.

I guess he’s not the suffer in silence type.

“Do you even know how good you smell? I don’t know what it is.” He slides his hand up and down and twists around the head. “Never been like this before.”

I shrug, fighting the urge to lean over and suck him in. “Sorry, I guess.”

“Don’t be. It’s amazing. Look at how much you make me leak.”

I don’t want to look. I don’t want to be tempted to throw myself at him, so when the satellite phone rings from the kitchen, I practically leap off the couch to go answer it.

“I understand why you ditched the phone and can’t text me these days, but you can call me too, you know? How’s it going? I miss you.”

I feel Killian stiffen all the way on the couch, but I wave him off.

“I just talked to you two days ago, Violet. Nothing has changed. I’m fine, and I miss you too.”

Slowly, I make my way back to the couch and sit down, a little further from him this time.

His hand isn’t moving anymore, but I can clearly see he’s still hard in his fist, and as Vi starts going on about the kids, Kill relaxes and starts moving again.

Don’t worry, Killer. She has no idea you’re here.

I tune her out a little on accident as I watch his hand, then pull myself out of it and turn slightly away from him. I should be focusing on my sister. “Is anything else new?” I ask. “Did you get that promotion?”

“Nope. They gave it to Billy instead, who’s surprised?” She sighs. “I should just quit. I got the job to get out of the house a few times a week, not to be even more stressed over promotions and bullshit. I should just take a vacation and come visit you.”

Killian moves to straddle my stomach and keep me pinned here, his fist moving faster as he stares down at the tattoo on my chest. When he reaches up to gently slide his rough palm along my throat, I nearly forget how to breathe.

“It’s boring here,” I rush out. “You’d hate it. And you know you’d miss your kids too much, and your man.”

“Those fuckers. It really sucks how much they drive me crazy, and yet I can’t even imagine spending a week without them. So anyway, it’s boring? No hot bears around?”

The way he bites his lip and twists his hand should be a sin, especially because he’s making me a liar.

It’s okay. I can fix it.

“No hot bears. Maybe a hot mountain lion or two, but no bears.”

Staring down, I watch the precum drip from his cock onto my shirt.

I couldn’t repeat what she says next if there was a gun to my head because my captor is jacking off on my chest like he’s nearing the edge. God, he comes so much. I’m practically salivating as I wait for it to happen, but when he grips my shirt and jerks down to tear the fabric, I gasp.

“What was that?”

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