Page 26 of My Little Girl

At least that’s what I convinced myself on the drive back to his place. Imagine my surprise when we arrived and I found out that not only is Killian hot as fuck, he’s also loaded. And I mean, lives in a giant penthouse at the top of a huge skyscraper height condominium, wealthy.

My eyes nearly bugged out of my head when a stout doorman bowed, literally bowed, to Killian on the way into the lobby. He all but had to drag me away from the bent over man as my feet froze in shock.

The surprises continued as we rode the elevator up to the top floor and I discovered a key had to be inserted inside the lift to open the doors. When they opened, we were greeted by a spacious living area as the elevator opened directly to his condo.

I couldn’t even dream about the kind of luxury this man lives in every day. Well, I couldn’t before. Now I’ve gotten to experience the other side of the tax bracket while staying with him and there’s no going back.

Shortly after my arrival, several deliveries appeared filled with various items ranging from clothes to lotions. My cheeks heated when I pulled out a sheer negligee, the dark green color contrasting nicely with my fair skin and fiery hair. I had looked up and found Killian watching me with a heated gaze. Quickly dropping the lingerie, I turned away and busied myself with another package.

While I had gone with him willingly there was no way in hell I was going to let him touch my body again. No matter how hot he may be. Or how many different ways he tried to work his way into my heart…and pants.

We had several more loaded interactions during my recovery. Killian never let up in his pursuit and I caught him, on several occasions, trying to subtly adjust himself. Despite his obvious desires, he didn’t push me, backing off when things would get too heated and my discomfort was evident.

The difference between the Killian I first met and the one I’ve been forced to live with are astounding. Little by little the fear of him finishing the job and offing me once and for all has subsided. I find myself drawn to him, my physical desire for his body growing to something deeper. Something that’s becoming increasingly harder to ignore.

I had hoped the change was due to the hormones coursing through my veins but it’s become clear that’s not the case as my body healed. I’ve finally stopped spotting and the cramps subsided a couple days ago so I’m starting to feel more like normal. At least physically.

Snatching up my textbook, I stroll through the condo toward the kitchen. I don’t want to admit it to myself but I’ve grown to love it here, finding I can relax despite the ever present company. Even studying has turned into an enjoyable part of my day due to the fancy espresso machine Killian taught me to use.

I’m on my way to make a cup as I hear the sound of a voice coming down the hall. Curiosity piqued, I alter my course and sneak up to the cracked door.

“…for fuck’s sake, Andrew.” Killian gripes. There’s silence as he listens to the response before letting out a frustrated groan. “Fine. Just send it over.” A chair creaks and I rush backward, making it just past the corner when footsteps sound against the hardwood.

Sprinting into the kitchen, I toss my textbook on the island. In an attempt to hide my shaky hands, I open the fridge and pretend to look through its contents.

Rough hands slide on my shoulders, massaging the muscles. I melt into the touch, getting lost in the sensation as he works out the tension with his fingers.

“Hey baby girl.” Killian murmurs in my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.

The sound of his voice reminds me who’s currently working out the knots in my muscles.

There are some other muscles I’d love to work out with him.

Shaking my head to clear the thought, I retort, “Hey yourself.” My fingers tighten their hold on the fridge door as I stiffen my shoulders to fight the desire threatening to overtake me.

For every bit Killian has welcomed me into his home, I have fought against the feelings building inside of me. He may be acting sweet but it doesn't change the way we met. Doesn’t change what he did to me.

Grunting, he releases my shoulders to reach above my head and grab the carton of milk. “Still got the feisty streak I see.” I can hear the amusement in his tone and it sends a burst of irritation through me. Noticing the effect, he chuckles and places a kiss to the top of my head. “I like the fire.” The heat of his body disappears as he proceeds to pour a bowl of cereal for himself and one for me.

My heart flutters at the kindness.

No. You are not going to fall for this man. Even if he’s nice. And hot. And takes care of you. And buys you fancy-ass shit. And is holy-fucking-hell drop dead gorgeous.

I drop my head between my shoulders and heave a breath into my lungs.

He killed you. He used your body. He broke into your apartment.

I try to remind myself of all the reasons this man is bad for me but my heart and pussy don’t care. I know it’s a losing battle but I’m not one for giving up.

The sound of a throat clearing has my head moving toward the noise. Killian’s eyes roam over my body, lingering between my legs. My thighs squeeze together in response, a flood of heat erupting in my desperate core.

He killed you.

I repeat, aiming my frustration toward my pussy that seems to have a mind of its own these days.

Killian’s eyes darken as he notices the subtle shift of my body. Forcing his gaze away, he meets my eyes, his softening as he asks, “How are you feeling?”

My chest aches in response to his concern.

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