Page 68 of Killian

“No, you won’t. You want my cock and in order to get that, you will be a good girl.”

He pulls away but presses back when I go to move my hands again. He glares at me.

“Fine. I won’t move.” I conceded to his unspoken demand.

He nods, moving back to grab something from the chair. When he comes back, I see a tie in his hands. He pulls me up, moving behind me. Then he ties my hands behind my back.

“On your knees,” he demands.

“What?” I gasp. “I said I wouldn’t move. Why are you tying my hands?”

“Because you like it. I saw the way your eyes shone when I mentioned it before. Trust me,a ghrá.”

He’s not wrong. The thought of being tied up again turns me on like nothing else. Puffing out a breath, I attempt to move onto my knees on the bed. When I struggle, his hands move me easily. The feeling of him manhandling me makes my body hum with pleasure. Something about the rough way he’s treating me is only making me hotter. I think at this point I could come from him blowing gently against me.

Once positioned where he wants, he stands in front of me, unbuttoning his shirt. He’s going painstakingly slow, my body on alert for the next sensation. I can feel my pussy dripping with desire.

Once his shirt is unbuttoned, he slides it off his shoulders, tossing it onto the chair. Keeping the same pace, he does the same with his pants and boxers until he stands before me naked, his erection at eye level. As if it notices my attention, his dick jumps, a bead of precum on the tip.

I lean forward without even realizing what I was doing. It isn’t until I taste him on my tongue, I realize how horny I actually am. He jerks, looking down at me, that dark, hungry look in his eye.

“You want my cock?” His hand comes up to caress my face.

I nod, unable to speak.

“Words, Greer. I need words.”

I swallow twice until I think I can speak. “Yes.”

My voice is shaky, but he just smiles.

“Then it’s yours. Take it in that gorgeous mouth of yours. Show me how badly you want me.”

Without use of my hands, I kiss down one side of his shaft and up the other side. His hand on my shoulder keeps me steady as I draw the tip into my mouth. When he groans, my clit throbs, begging for attention. I ignore my own needs, focusing on his. He wants me to show him how much I want him? No problem.

I suck him into my mouth, bobbing my head to adjust to his girth. Once he hits the back of my throat, I pause, taking a moment to gather my bearings before hollowing my cheeks and moving at a faster pace. It’s not long before I feel his hands in my hair, guiding my head up and down his shaft. My leisurely pace is quickly replaced by his thrusts as he fucks my face relentlessly. I focus on my breathing and keeping a steady suction on him as he uses me the way he needs. His rough thrusts rob me of my breath before long, causing my eyes to sting with the lack of air. I look up at him, startled by his eyes focused on me.

“You are gorgeous,a ghrá.Even with tears falling down your face, you are gorgeous,” he rasps.

His thumbs rub under my eyes, smearing what I assume are the tears he is speaking of. My vision becomes fuzzy as I continue to attempt to breathe. While a part of me is panicked, a bigger part of me is hot as hell for this new sensation. Three more thrusts and he freezes, his dick spasming in my mouth as I swallow every last drop. When he finally pulls free, I gasp for air. His hands are still buried in my hair, holding me steady. After my breathing settles, he leans in, kissing me softly.

“Lie back, baby. It’s your turn now.”

He helps me lie back on the bed, untying my hands as he takes his position between my legs again. This time he barely has to do anything. Within a minute of him biting, licking, and thrusting, I’m arching my back, calling out my pleasure as the best orgasm of my life rips through me. My blurred vision goes black as my heart beats furiously in my chest. As I come down, I can feel a hand brushing up and down my stomach. My entire body is shaking, but the pure bliss I’m feeling is worth it.

“Sleep,a ghrá.”

That’s the last thing I remember before I pass out.

I haven’t been doingthe best job finding this hacker, and I know it. I also know why. I know that as soon as I find him, Killian and I will have no reason to be seen together anymore. Even though we have a business arrangement in the public’s eyes, he hasn’t shied away from taking me on dates. It’s been nice. Almost normal.

“Working again?” Killian asks from the door to his bedroom.

Ever since Chicago, Bash has lightened up, allowing only Enzo to come with me, which of course he usually doesn’t. He respects my privacy.

That’s how I ended up sitting here in Killian’s bed with his button-up shirt covering my otherwise naked body.

“I don’t feel like I’m doing enough. We haven’t found this guy yet and it’s been several weeks.” I sigh, rubbing my face.

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