Page 27 of Falling for a Killer

“And what if I say no?” I push, reaching out to stop his hand when he tries to grab me. “What if I say I don’t want you in my ass?”

Killian grips both of my wrists and pins them down, his face leaning in so close to mine I can feel the heat radiating off of him. “Did I say you can move yet?”

He was born for this. Maybe that makes me really fucking stupid, but right now, I can’t seem to bring myself to care. “No, Killian. You didn’t.”

“Then sit the fuck back, Joey. Be a good girl for me.”

Slowly, he backs away like he’s ready to pounce at any sudden movement, but he’s testing me. Clearly. My heart lodges somewhere in my throat as I carefully lean back, sinking against the couch cushions and nodding. I’ve been waiting my whole life for a man who could actually take charge and handle me. All of me. “I’ll be a good girl.”

Killian smiles before disappearing into my room, leaving me there to think about my life choices for a few excruciating moments. When he comes back he’s holding a towel, one of my vibrators, and lube, his cock fully hard again swinging in front of him. “The buttons on this one look a little more worn. Is this your favorite?”

My cheeks flush. “Yes. I really only have the others for when I kill the battery on that one.”

Setting it aside, Kill lays the towel down underneath my ass and kneels in front of me, then clicks the vibrator on as he spreads my legs wider.

I can’t get over how gorgeous he is. His hair falls in his eyes as he gets settled, but nothing could hide his face, his broad shoulders, the tattoos covering his skin. And he’s here, commanding me to sit back so he can do what he wants with my body.

The first touch of my vibe makes my legs twitch. No one’s ever used it on me, certainly not like this.

His tongue slides along his lips as he watches me, a pleased noise leaving him at the sight. “Hold it for me, Roo. I have to get to work.”

As soon as I grab it, he tugs me all the way to the edge of the couch and fingers some of his cum around the brim of my ass. “You’re gonna be so full.”

Oh, god. I can only imagine how that will feel — not just the size of his cock, but all that cum stuffed in such a tiny little hole. It makes me squirm.

“Am I? Have you thought about it?”

“Of course I have. Remember when you wore those small teal shorts?”

The tip of his finger pushes inside, sending heat through me.

“Yes.”

“That’s why I had to wash my comforter at midnight. I came so hard imagining myself take your ass against the kitchen counter.”

I can work with that. Exhaling hard, I change the angle on my vibe just a little bit and let out a moan. “You won’t,” I mumble. “You wouldn’t.”

“No?” He tilts his head, his gaze locked with mine. “Is there a certain word you’d say if you really didn’t want me to?”

A safeword. I’ve never needed one before, no one was ever adventurous enough. “Yeah,” I say with a light little laugh. “I’ll yell FBI.”

Killian tries to pretend that wasn’t funny as he lubes up his fingers, but I see the amusement in his eyes. “You’re hilarious.”

One digit slides all the way inside of me, and as his own little form of punishment, a second soon follows. But I fucking love it. The stretch, the burn, knowing there’s no part of me he doesn’t want?

“So if I told you to stop, you’d...”

“Fuck you even harder.”

I have to pull the vibe away just to stop myself from getting off too soon. I can handle multiple orgasms, but I know what’s coming. I’ve been teasing him and denying him for too long. “I’ll fight,” I whisper, squeezing his fingers with the rim of my ass. “I never lose a fight.”

It’s an outright lie — I’m only here because I lost a fight, yet he raises an eyebrow at the challenge and spreads those fingers out enough to make me gasp. “You’ve never lost and you’re up against a man that’s done with losing. Where does that leave us, hmm?” Before I can think of a response his hand clamps over my mouth as he crowds my space. “It leaves you bending to me, and me taking what I need.”

I might be the dumbest bitch in all of these United States, but I’m also gonna come harder than any of them. Moaning into his palm, I drop the vibe back where it belongs just long enough to send me over. With my eyes locked on his, I make an even bigger mess of myself, strangling his fingers in the process.

“Fuck,” he grunts, his fingers moving faster inside of me until he can’t take it anymore and he’s tugging them out and fumbling with the lube.

He’s about to wreck my ass with not nearly enough prep, but I want it. I might even need it.

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