Page 29 of My Masked Stalker
“You wanted this,” he hisses, teeth scraping my shoulder. “Now you take every inch. Feel how deep I am, sweetheart. You’ll never forget I own this hole.”
I whimper, my thighs trembling, my tunnel clenching greedily around him, begging for more. His hand slaps against the water as he reaches between my legs, rubbing my clit with ruthless precision.
“Come on me again, Red. Milk my cock with this tight ass.”
The pressure detonates all at once, my body seizing in a violent orgasm that rips a scream from my throat. My pussygushes into the hot bathwater, mixing with the bubbles, but Killian doesn’t stop. He slams up into me once, twice—then groans, guttural and raw, as he spills inside me.
His release floods me, molten heat pumping into my ass in thick waves, but Killian still keeps going. He grinds his cock deep, holding me flush against him like he can fuse us together. I whimper, trembling, every nerve ending raw.
“Too much,” I gasp, voice shaking. “Killian, I... Fuck, please!”
“Shhh,” he rasps into my ear. “You can take it. My good girl can always take more.”
I jolt when his thumb circles my clit again, sharp sparks tearing through me, unbearable in their intensity. My legs kick uselessly in the water, bubbles sloshing up the sides of the tub.
“Killian, I c—can’t!”
“Yes, you can,” he growls, hips snapping up into me, cock still thick and unforgiving inside my stretched ass. “I don’t care if you scream or sob, Emily. You’ll wring every drop out of me. You’ll remember that I don’t stop until your body’s wrecked for anyone else.”
My orgasm crashes again, savage and brutal, wracking me with convulsions so sharp I choke on my own cry. My pussy weeps, spasming violently, and still he doesn’t let up.
“That’s it,” he snarls, pinning my hips down as his thumb works mercilessly. “Drown me in it. Show me you belong to me.”
Tears blur my vision, my body shaking uncontrollably, but the pleasure rips through me in wave after wave, turning to agony, then back to bliss, until I can’t tell the difference. My voice breaks into incoherent sobs and moans, every sound stolen by his relentless drive.
When my head lolls forward, limp, Killian finally stops rubbing my clit. But he stays buried deep, holding me stuffed full, and presses his lips to my temple with a growl that’s somehow both dark and tender.
“Good girl,” he whispers, voice hoarse with pride and possession. “Broken open, filled, mine. Exactly where you’re supposed to be.”
17
KILLIAN
Ispend most of the night watching Emily sleep. It’s not the first time I’m doing it, but it’s the first time she accepts me being here. Our limbs are tangled under the blankets, and she’s lying on my chest, her palm petting me in her sleep. Just like a kitten.
The sun starts filtering through the leaves and curtains, an errant ray slowly climbing up her cheek. By the time it reaches her eyes, she’ll be awake, and the moment will be gone. I want to spend every night like this, with my Red in my arms, but I don’t know how deep into our lives the Black Ash syndicate plunged. Do they know where I live? Do they know about Emily?
My grip tightens around her, and she squirms, her brow furrowing delicately. My beautiful girl. Mine.
When my phone buzzes on the nightstand, I reach one arm up carefully, making sure I don’t jostle Emily. She needs her sleep after what I put her body through. There’s an unread message from Ethan on my screen:
Got her out of your system yet?
My lip curls. This motherfucker. Before I can reply, another message comes:
Because if you haven’t, you might not want to let her go home. You’ve got two Black Ash hitters tearing through her place.
Did I just have a motherfucking premonition? I squeeze the phone so hard the casing creaks. They’re all dead. I’ll rip them to fucking shreds.
“Killian?” A sweet voice breaks through the murderous haze. “Is something wrong?”
I close my eyes. I need to tell my girl that goons broke into her grandmother’s apartment because they’re after me. I look down at her sleep-soft face, her gray eyes barely open against the morning light, peering up at me innocently.
Fuck it.
“The gunshot wound on my thigh,” I begin. “It’s from a job gone bad. The target was on to us. They set an ambush for me, and I barely made it out.”
Emily gasps and sits up. The serious, startled expression she’s wearing contrasts with the fact that her gorgeous tits are now uncovered and begging for my mouth.
