Page 53 of The Final Contract
I lift my fingers—wet with her—and slide them into my mouth. Suck them clean with a low moan. “Mmm. Not bad.” I tease her.
Her eyes flash, anger sparking through the haze of pleasure, but I don’t let it grow. I open the bathroom door, ushering her out with a hand on her back as she hurries to pull her dress down.
She climbs into the limo first. I follow. Then Finn. Then the guard who came running earlier. The other sits in the front with Felix.
I lean back, watching her knees clamp together, knowing why. Freshly fucked on my hand, ass burning from my strikes, her panties still warm in my pocket.
She thinks she played her little game tonight. Thinks Barrett Hall meant something.
But when we get home, I’m going to make damn sure she forgets every touch but mine.
Every single one.
That bastard.
I squirm the entire way back to his apartment. Longest thirty minutes of my life.
Killian sits there, acting indifferent, while my destroyed panties sit in his pocket, one scarred eyebrow cocked high in hidden amusement. While his men ride in silence around me, none of them knowing his fingers still smell of me—my pussy, my pleasure.
I’ve never come so hard from being fingered. Ever.
But it’s not just that leaving me shaken.
It’s what I discovered in that bathroom when he kissed me.
His dick piercing isn’t the only one he has.
His tongue is pierced too.
I never noticed it before. Never saw him play with it, never caught the flash of metal. It must be discreet. Hidden. But I felt it—cool and hard against the heat of his tongue as he shoved it into my mouth, claiming me.
The thought of that bar sliding over my clit while he licks me open makes me wet all over again.
His promise—to lick my pussy until I scream.
Now it has new life. A new edge.
Walking from the limo to the door of his building feels like walking to my execution—and I’m going willingly. The doorman nods as they wave us through. The elevator ride is short, quiet. Finn and one guard ride up with us. Another stays behind in the lobby.
It’s too calm. Too normal. And I’m a live wire, buzzing with anticipation and dread.
Because as a Ledger companion, I know my role. I’m hired to fulfill fantasies. The pleasure belongs to the client, not me. That’s the deal.
But Killian isn’t promising me duty. He isn’t promising me a job well done.
He’s promising something else.
Something only for me.
At his floor, the guard stationed at his door nods, then slips off for the night. Finn lingers long enough to give Killian a quick update, then takes his leave too.
All is quiet. No action. No threats.
Just me and him.
Killian unlocks the door and ushers me inside.
And when it shuts behind us with a heavy click, my stomach drops.
