Page 29 of Falling for a Killer

I’m boneless and trembling by the time he finally stops, breathless and sated. “Holy shit,” I mumble. “You’ve been holding back.”

That makes him huff a laugh, showing me he’s just as breathless as me. “I was trying not to scare you more than I already have.”

“Well stop it. I’ve been waiting my whole adult life for someone to fuck me like that.”

For someone to prove they can hurt me, but choose to bring me pleasure instead. Someone who can let their demons out and still control them.

I’ve been waiting for him.

As a response, Kill pulls me up by my throat and leans around my shoulder to meet me in a searing kiss, his tongue swiping into my mouth in a way that feels like a promise. “I’ve been waiting for someone I could fuck like that too, Roo.”

He’s had all of me now, and I feel like everything has changed. I won’t be able to go back to saying no. I don’t think he’ll let me, anyway. So one way or another, this is happening — and I just have to hope it doesn’t ruin us both in the end.

Fourteen:

His Kind of Workout

Killian takes two steps toward his own room before I stop him. “Where are you going?”

His eyes drop down to where my hand is gripping his, surprise flooding them a brief second before his fingers curl into mine and a soft smile finds home on his beautiful face. “You said you were tired. I thought that meant go away.” He tugs me into his chest and wraps his arms around me. “Was I wrong?”

Normally, no. Every night up until now, that’s exactly what it’s meant — but I’m a little strung out right now and being away from him sounds terrible. “You’re a man, of course you’re wrong,” I mumble. “Don’t make me sleep alone.”

Kill chuckles, leaning in to kiss me again, only this time it’s soft and void of tongue. “You don’t have to tell me twice.”

It almost feels too intimate, like we’ve been doing this for years. It’s just aftercare, I tell myself. I just need a little comfort after sex like that.

It’s just aftercare.

Keeping his fingers laced with mine, I tug him to my room and squirm until I’m comfortable, freezing entirely when he begins gently playing with my hair. “Have I told you how much I love the red?”

“You might’ve mentioned it.” Smiling into the pillow, I wiggle back a little closer to him. I can’t lie to myself, it feels good. “Have I told you I like your tattoos?”

“Once or twice.” He huffs a laugh. “Guess we need new compliments, huh? I love the way you scream my name while I’m fucking your ass.”

And I’m very very glad we don’t have neighbors. Just the memory of him splitting me open makes me shiver. “I can still feel you,” I whisper.

A pleased noise leaves his chest as he rolls his hips against my ass, showing me he’s already getting hard again. “Good. Get some sleep, Roo. You need your strength.”

“Oh?” I ask, almost breathless. “Why’s that? Do you plan on making me chop a few trees down tomorrow?”

Laughing, his hand snakes its way up to my throat the way it did the first time he slept here. “You’ll be dealing with a different kind of wood, but something like that. No chopping though.”

So he’s already planning on fucking me again. It makes my stomach swoop and my clit throb, near desperate for it right now. “Yeah? Which hole?”

“I’ll give your ass a rest, but the other two holes are mine.” He grinds against me again and tightens his grip. “Starting with that mouth.”

Need coils inside me, making me wet. “What if I don’t want a break?”

“Don’t move,” he orders, his hand sliding down inside my panties to my clit. “I’m going to make you come, and then you’re going to sleep like a good girl. You hear me?”

I don’t think I’ve ever been a good girl a day in my life, but if not here, if not now, when? “I hear you. But Killian... I want you everywhere one day soon. Promise me.”

“I promise, baby. One day soon I’ll breed every hole and cover you in my cum, but tonight, I want to make you come without you having to give me anything in return. I hear you.”

There’s no way he’s real. Maybe it’s Stockholm Syndrome setting in or maybe I’ve just lost my mind, but as I sink into the feeling of his fingers on my clit, I swear I’m in heaven. I’m not someone being held captive by a killer, I’m the luckiest girl on the West Coast.

And it doesn’t take long to give him what he wants. I feel his cock jerk against my ass with desire as I moan his name, and as he rubs me through it and kisses along my shoulder, I fight the urge to reach back and return the favor.

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