Page 28 of Falling for a Killer

It’s not like I won’t have time to recover.

Grinning, I use his temporary distraction to scramble off the couch and race toward the kitchen, my heart skipping a beat when I hear him jump to his feet and rush toward me.

When he pins my face down on the marble, raw, delicious fear licks its way up my spine, and I realize how right I was when I thought about how helpless I’d truly be against him. “Where do you think you’re going? Do you really think you can escape me?”

Nope. I was counting on the fact that I couldn’t.

“You can’t keep your eyes on me all the time,” I tease, squirming enough to make him spank me. It has wetness running down my thighs.

“You think I came all this way unprepared to tie someone up if I had to, Roo?”

Both hands are yanked behind my back, his palm pressing against my crossed wrists as he kicks my legs apart and lines himself up with my ass.

I haven’t felt adrenaline like this in years. The good kind, the kind that makes you feel alive, not like you’re about to die. My heartbeat slams against the countertop as I try to free my hands and can’t. Try to squirm and can’t. “Don’t,” I whisper, yet rock up onto my toes all the same. “Don’t do it.”

“I can’t hear you. Louder.”

Killian shoves the head of his cock inside my ass before I can do anything at all, dragging a strangled, half muffled scream from me instead.

But this... this is exactly what I was fantasizing about that day. Exactly what I’ve dreamed about since then. He’s perfect. “I said don’t!” I growl, clenching around him and rocking back. All it does is drive his cock deeper.

“Goddamn, woman.” He thrusts in deeper once... twice... “Yell at me again. Tell me no.”

He’s full on fucking my ass now, muttering on about how he wants me to push him away, and yet every thrust only brings us closer together.

I’m so full I can barely think straight. “Killian, I said no! Stop,” I pant, clawing his skin with my nails. “You can’t have me.”

The noise he releases as he pounds into me is primal, so brutal it’s borderline unhinged, shoving me closer and closer to another orgasm. The counter is digging into my hips painfully with his warm blood coating my fingertips, and he doesn’t seem to care at all about anything that isn’t owning me.

“You’re. Already. Mine.”

I feel it with every movement, every breath. He won’t let me say no again. I won’t try to say no again. Whatever happens, wherever this ends up... he’s right. He stole me and he’s not giving me back.

“Killian,” I whimper, no longer trying to fight to get away, but struggling to take it. He’s so big it feels like I’m splitting in half. “Too much. Too—”

“It’s not,” he grunts out. “You can take it, you know how I know?”

I can feel he’s getting closer to the edge, but I need him to say it first. “How?”

“Because my good girl is strong. She bends to me, but she will never break. Now whose girl are you, Joey? S-Say it.”

His hips jerk, his hips snapping against my ass impossibly harder, and I have one more little way of fucking with him.

I don’t say anything at all.

“Fuck, Josephine! Say it!”

When I keep my mouth shut he tugs me back just enough to reach around and pinch my clit angrily, but all it does is send a surprise orgasm shattering through my body.

“I’m yours!” I scream, letting out a half sob as I press my cheek hard against the counter. “I’m yours!”

“Mine.”

Killian breeds my ass with a guttural growl, his giant frame trapping me there so taking every drop is all I can do.

I feel every jerk and pulse of his cock, feel it bloating me and filling me up so much that I can’t believe he’s not getting kicked out.

And it just keeps going.

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