GLYNDON

Ever since the stupid initiation started, I’ve been feeling like
Alice in Wonderland.
The amount of fuckery I witnessed in my attempts to
keep a low profile is astounding.
I’ve wondered this before, but now, I’m sure.
The members of the Heathens are batshit crazy.
I saw the one in the neon yellow mask single-handedly beat
like ten people to a pulp, with no weapon, then he laughed
derangedly if anyone attempted to hit him.
Then, someone dressed all in black, including his mask, tilted
his head at me and waved slowly, manically, and I swear I’ve
never run faster in my life.
I thought that was the highest level of crazy, but I was proven
wrong. As I hid behind a rock, I witnessed the white-masked one
strap three people with a chain as they begged and wailed.
And then the most disturbed of the lot finished five with a
baseball bat and I made the mistake of thinking running at that
moment was better than staying in place to keep him from finding
me.
When he threw the bat in my direction with the lethality of a
sniper, I have no damn clue how I thought fast enough to use one
of the unconscious students as a shield, then continue my run.
I definitely work best under pressure, dammit. Because I
didn’t even focus on the burning of my muscles as I sprinted and
jumped and used the amount of energy that could last me for
months.
Despite my art student status, I’m actually a good runner and
I love to jog, so I can at least trust myself to keep going
whenever it gets to be too much.
Just how the hell did the dainty Devlin make it in this jungle?
Though it probably wasn't a full-on hunting session back during
the initiation he participated in.
And the worst part in all of this? No, it’s not the screams, the
wails, or the muffled sounds—although those still make me flinch
every time. It’s not the sound of impersonalized speakers
announcing the elimination of numbers.
It’s, in fact, feeling like a prey to that red fucking mask who
keeps trailing my every move like a professional hunter. I made
beelines, circles, and even went in chaotic lines, but he stayed hot
on my trail every time.
My last resort was choosing a deserted rocky road that’s filled
with tall trees. I could feel him close behind, so I found my
current hiding place.
The tree.
I climbed it, pretending it was the treehouse back home that
Landon taught me how to climb up for sport.
This pine tree is gigantic, though. It’s so tall that when I stare
down, a slight acrophobia grabs hold of me.
But I rationalize that back to the fact that I’m not truly afraid
of heights and this is just my anxiety taking center stage.
Inhaling deep, I wait a moment before releasing a long exhale.
Red Mask follows the rocky path, probably thinking I continued on
my way to the finish line.
I’m so glad I decided to stop and hide here for now. Hearing
all the eliminations, I doubt there are many of the participants
left. So I’d rather take it slower than rush into it and end up
losing.
And seriously, I wouldn’t be able to get anywhere with this
wanker tirelessly on my tail. Shouldn’t he be hunting the others
instead of focusing on one?
The most important part is that he’s gone now. I watch his
back disappear behind the trees and narrow my eyes. I’m ninety
percent sure it’s Killian, especially due to the mask’s color, but he
couldn’t have known I’d be here or specifically pick me as a
target, right?
I shudder at the thought of what he’ll do if he finds out I’ve
come to his club’s initiation.
He told me to be good and I definitely didn’t listen. If my past
interactions with him are of any indication, this will end badly.
A sudden chill goes through me and I rub a hand against the
side of my shorts while the other holds the branch for dear life.
Forget it. I’m simply not going to think about Killian right now.
I wait for a few minutes, until my feet and hands start to ache,
then when I’m sure he’s most definitely gone, I slowly climb
down. It’s easy to climb trees. All you have to do is make sure you
have a strong foothold and that you’re holding a solid branch.
Once I’m halfway there, I peek down to measure the distance
and shriek when I find a neon red mask staring up at me with a
chilling calm.
Shit.
Shit.
The arsehole must’ve been waiting for me to come out from
my hiding spot. I didn’t trick him into thinking I went in the
opposite direction. He knew where I was the entire time and he’s
the one who tricked me into showing myself.
I make a snap decision and climb up. It doesn’t matter if I stay
at the top of this tree for a whole night as long as I stay away
from the crazy bastard.
I’m not a meter up when something hits the branch I’m
holding on to. The bat.
He threw it at the branch, causing it to snap in two. My foot
slips and I grab the void in my attempts to catch another branch.
The fall happens in slow motion and I feel every hit of air against
my skin and the horrifying speed I’m sinking with.
I screw my eyes shut for the fall. I’m definitely going to break
a bone or two—
However, instead of the ground I expect to greet me, my
entire body is enveloped by a strong grip. The cocoon I’m caught
in sways a little from the thud of my fall but remains sturdy.
Cold air hits my face, and I realize it’s because my mask has
been removed.
“So it is you. I had a feeling when I saw your little white
panties through your shorts but couldn’t be sure.” His voice
darkens to a chilling edge. “I thought I told you to be good and
stay put tonight.”
I slowly open my eyes to find myself completely wrapped in
Killian’s arms. The neon red mask with a stitched smile makes him
appear frightening, manic even.
His muscles tighten around me until it’s almost suffocating,
and I hate how glad I am for him catching me. Or how warm it
feels in his embrace. It shouldn’t be like this.
Not when he’s the most ice-cold person I know.
“What the hell were you thinking when you broke the branch?”
I breathe harshly, still under the spine-curling sensation of falling.
“I could’ve dropped on the rock.”
“Which you didn’t, because I caught you. Now, tell me,
Glyndon. What the fuck are you doing here?”
“I got an invitation.”
He remains silent, but I can see him narrow his eyes through
the mask. “Bullshit.”
“I really did. You can find it in my phone that your creepy
bunnies confiscated. Seriously, why did it have to be bunnies?
They’re supposed to be cute, and you guys ruined their image by
making them grotesque.”
“You’re the one who’s cute when you’re nervous. Can’t stop
talking, huh?”
“Shut up and let me down.”
“No can do. How else are you going to pay for defying me if I
release you?”
“Why…would I pay for anything?”
“Try again and in a less spooked tone, because your
nervousness turns me on.”
“You’re sick.”
“And you’re a broken record.” He shoves his face against the
side of my throat so he’s literally breathing down my neck, his hot
breaths triggering my hitched breaths. “Why are you here,
Glyndon?”
“I told you, I got an invitation,” I try to speak normally, but my
voice comes out lower than usual.
“Do you attend every dangerous event you get invited to?”
“I just…got curious.” There’s no way I’ll tell him about Devlin
when he could be in on the conspiracy with the rest of the club
about his death.
His eyes darken behind the mask, and with the neon red,
they’re downright terrifying. It’s like he’s taking his predator role
way too seriously.
Or maybe it’s not a role for him. Maybe it’s his true self and
whatever he shows the outside world is the actual role.
His voice echoes in the silence around us like a twisted
melody. “Maybe you didn’t only get curious. Maybe you wanted
the danger and to see for yourself what it means to be on that
cloud of adrenaline. Maybe you just wanted to be hunted like an
animal and then captured and ravaged in the most barbaric way.
Is that what you wanted, little rabbit?”
I frantically shake my head, refusing to come to terms with the
chills that cover my body or the tightening between my legs that’s
been intensifying with each of his words.
“Are you telling me that if I rip your shorts and touch your
cunt, I won’t find it soaking wet like when I came through your
window last night?”
I freeze.
Wait…what?
Did he just say that last night he came through my window?
As in, that nightmare was real?
He puts me to my feet and some pebbles crunch beneath my
shoes as I sway a little, both from the shock of the realization and
the loss of his warmth.
I swear to God this bastard is playing a mind trick on me.
He has to be.
Right?
He towers over me, the sight of his mask adding more to his
downright horrifying existence. “Your little body was writhing
beneath me, you all but tried to ride my hand, remember?”
“That’s not true,” I whisper more to myself than to him. “I
didn’t.”
“You hate it, don’t you? How much you want what I have to
offer, how you ache for that feeling of letting go as you’re ravaged
whole. For a moment, you want to stop being a good girl and just
let whatever lurks inside you loose, isn’t that right?”
“I don’t want you.” I shake my head over and over, stepping
back. “I don’t. I refuse to. I won’t.”
“Look at you being adorable.” Both darkness and amusement
laces his tone. “Didn’t I say your nervousness turns me on? Let’s
add your denial, too.”
My gaze automatically goes to his trousers and I nearly choke
at the sight of the tent that’s bulging against the material. “Don’t,
Killian.”
“Mmm. I really do love the sound of my name in your sweet
little voice.”
I keep stepping back, but he matches my strides with
nonchalant ones. “Would you stop if I begged you?”
“No.”
“If I scream?”
“I’ll just muffle it.”
“If I hit you?”
“It’ll just piss me off and my actions will turn drastic. Highly
not recommended.”
My shoes hit a rock and I yelp as I trip, but he grabs my
elbow, keeping me upright.
“Stop acting like you don’t want it, Glyn. All the dramatics are
starting to get on my last nerve.”
“Please,” I whisper.
“Begging holds the importance of a fly to me.”
“Then what is important to you?”
“Right now? You and your virgin cunt.”
I want to scream, both from frustration and anger, at my
reaction to his words. How can I want someone I hate? Someone
who, without any sliver of doubt, fucking scares me?
And deep down, I know he just won’t stop until he takes my
virginity. It’s a conquest, and he’s a true predator.
One with no limits.
Taking a deep breath, I choose another approach. “What if I
told you that I need more time?”
“Hmm.” His finger taps on the side of my elbow. “You think I
don’t know what you’re doing? You’re stalling so you can get more
time to find a solution to get rid of me, but I’m telling you right
now, it’s not going to work.”
“I just…want more time, please.”
His eyes flash with annoyance, probably too used to getting
what he wants only to be told no, and I’m almost sure he’ll bend
me over and fuck me anyway, but he releases my elbow. “Since
you asked nicely, fine.”
“Really?”
“Do you want me to change my mind?”
“No.” I smile. “Thanks.”
“See? I can be nice.”
I snort, then puff out a breath and whisper, “Nice, my arse.”
“I heard that.”
I grin in an attempt to shoo the situation away. “Why do you
do all of this?”
“All of this?”
“Being part of the Heathens, hunting down people. All of this.”
“Why are you asking?”
Despite my attempts for it not to, my body relaxes. “You keep
pursuing me, but I know nothing about you aside from your being
in the Heathens and a med student.”
A gleam of light flashes in his eyes. “Have you been asking
about me, baby?”
“Didn’t have to. Annika doesn’t stop talking once she has a
topic of discussion.”
“But you listened.” His gloating tone pisses me off.
“So?”
“I thought you weren’t interested.”
I’m obviously drawn to him in ways I can’t understand, but it’ll
be a cold day in hell before I admit that.
“Or maybe you’re just not interested in admitting it out loud.”
His stance turns nonchalant as he seems to enjoy himself.
“Are you going to answer my question?”
“Concerning?”
“Aren’t med students supposed to protect their hands? Yet you
fight and hunt and do all types of fuckeries that could get you
hurt.”
He lifts his hands and studies them under the gloomy light as
if it’s the first time he’s seen them. “The world is painted in
different colors, depending on the angle you see it from. Every
single ideal can be turned monstrous when it’s pushed to the
limits. I’m the limits. I’m the edges humans are warned to stay
away from but are attracted to anyway, because it’s just so
different from what they know. And because I’m permanently on
the edge, I need constant stimuli to remain functioning. Fighting,
hunting, and being a doctor-in-the-making are those stimuli.”
So that’s his obsession. His way of driving away the emptiness
is through unconventional methods. I understand why he has to
do this, though I don’t agree with it.
His view of the world is fascinating, and if I didn’t want to
escape him, I could listen to him talk about it all day.
“Why medicine, then? Its codes imply that you should save
people.”
“And I do, after I see inside them.” His lips curve in a cruel
smirk. “Look at your face becoming all horrified. Do I scare you,
baby?”
“No.” I lift my chin. “I’m a King. We aren’t born to be scared of
people.”
“Hmm. I like the whole family slogan thing. Are you close with
them? Your family, I mean?”
“So what if I am?”
“Do they know you were thinking about throwing yourself off
that cliff?”
I startle, my whole body going rigid. “I-I don’t know what
you’re talking about.”
“That night, you had this dead look in your eyes, like someone
who was tired—not bored, just fucking exhausted.” He steps
toward me and I retreat, matching his steps. “Did you think about
how it’d feel at the bottom of that ocean with your head cracked
against the rocks? How you’d be asphyxiated by the water for
minutes on end? Death by drowning is the most difficult. You
open your mouth, bubbles will float, but water is the only thing
you’ll get into your lungs. You think you want to die, but the more
you breathe in water and choke on it, the more you’ll regret it. So
tell me, Glyndon, did you imagine that everything would be over if
you just…let go?”
He’s…really a psycho, isn’t he?
There’s no way a normal person would talk so casually about
such a topic, and with great detail, no less.
I slap both hands against his chest. “Stop it.”
“You’re trembling, baby. Did I hit a nerve?”
I glare up at him. “You have no right to judge me.”
“I’m not. I’m trying to get to know you better, like you did to
me earlier.”
This bastard is escalating again. He didn’t like that I was
asking questions, so he decided to go for the jugular to teach me
a lesson.
Too bad for him, I’m not backing down.
“Couldn’t you just ask what my favorite color, band, and film
are?”
“You don’t have a favorite color, since you wear all of them.
Your favorite band is Nirvana since you have their songs in all
your Instagram stories. Your favorite movie is Inception, per a
painting you posted a year ago on your IG that was captioned,
‘Inspiration by my favorite film ever, Inception.’ You also love
chocolate and cherry flavor ice cream—together—your paternal
grandfather, and the shorts and tank top style. You have an
inferiority complex due to your mother’s and brothers’ talent,
which makes you look more and more uncomfortable in family
pictures as time goes by. It probably started early on and
accumulated over the years until it drove you to that cliff.”
My nails dig into his chest, wanting—no, needing—to inflict
pain. “How…how the hell do you know all of that?”
“I’m good at observing and linking patterns.”
“A stalker, you mean.”
“If you prefer that label.” He wraps a hand around mine,
pinning it on his chest. “You’re still shaking. Would you like me to
drop the subject and let you go back to your safe cocoon like
Little Miss Ostrich—”
“I didn’t want to kill myself.” I cut him off. “Yes, I’ve thought
about it often, when the pain gets to be too much and I want it to
just stop, but I still wouldn’t do it, because I’d regret it. I’d feel
shitty for putting my family and friends through that, and maybe it
wouldn’t work. What if the pain doesn’t stop, after all? What if it
becomes tenfold worse?”
“You won’t feel anything postmortem.”
I snort, actually feeling light for talking to a heartless monster
about it instead of someone who’d be hurt by my words. “Is that
your idea of consolation?”
“I don’t know how to do that, but here’s what I do know.” He
strokes my hand that’s beneath his. “I’ll make sure you never
have those thoughts again.”
“Says the one who asked me to throw myself off a cliff so he
could take a picture of my fall.”
“But you didn’t. As you said, you don’t want to kill yourself,
and I believe you.”
My lips part. He…what?
Why would he believe me? Even I don’t believe myself
sometimes. There’s an unreliable narrator in my head who keeps
flinging me in all directions.
Forget it.
I’m simply not getting trapped in the web Killian is spinning.
Trying to remain nonchalant, I remove my hand from his hold.
“Can you let me finish the initiation now?”
He taps a finger against his thigh. “Why are you so interested
in joining our club?”
“Isn’t that where all the cool kids go?”
“Nice try, but no, it obviously isn’t your scene.”
“Because I’m a girl?”
“And a nerd and a scaredy-cat and an introvert. You name it.”
“I…can change.”
“Why?”
“What do you mean why?”
“Why would you change? You’re fine the way you are.”
My breath gets caught at the back of my throat. I’m pretty
sure he didn’t mean it as a compliment, which is why it sounds
even more like a compliment. Dammit.
The effect he has on me isn’t funny anymore.
“I just want to join the club and add more fun to my life.”
“I’ll be all the fun you need.”
“Arrogant prick.”
“Heard worse.”
“Come on, let me join.”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because I said so. Besides…” He shoves me against the tree
and his arms cage me in from both sides. “You owe me one for
being nice just now.”
His hand wraps around my waist and he pushes his erection
against my stomach. The air crackles with tension as his cock
slides up and down the sensitive flesh of my mound.
Clothes separate us, but I feel every stroke to the deepest part
of me.
“You…said you’d give me time.” I choke on the word, not able
to recognize my voice from the thickness of it.
“And I will. This has nothing to do with that.” He pulls down
my top’s strap and it reveals the lace of my bra.
“Mmm. Red. Were you thinking of me when you covered these
tits with my favorite color? Did you touch yourself in front of the
mirror and come with my name on your lips.”
“N-no…” My shaky fingers slap against his chest, so utterly
weak. “And how does this have nothing to do with it when you’re
obviously touching me?”
“Never said I wouldn’t. I just said I wouldn’t take your virginity
—for now.” He pulls down the other strap and glides his fingers
against my bra until he finds the tips of my breasts. “Look at
these little nipples being all hard before I’ve even touched them.”
He yanks down the bra to my stomach and I briefly close my
eyes as my breasts bounce free. My nipples ache with want, hard
and throbbing.
Maybe he’s right and I’m way worse than I thought.
His thumb and forefinger wrap around a nipple and twist. I
shudder and clamp my lips against a moan as a zap of pleasure
trickles down my stomach and to my pulsing pussy.
“Your tits are gorgeous, baby. All creamy and pink, not to
mention they fit perfectly in my hands.” He cups them both, each
in a strong palm as if to prove a point. “Mmm. So perky and
beautiful, I want to torture them a little.”
He pinches a nipple and I whimper and pretend to push him
away, but he pinches again, hard.
I scream, my back flinching against the harshness of the tree.
He strokes the nipple, humming in that dark voice, “So sensitive,
my little rabbit. I like it.”
He pinches and tugs with brute force, then strokes the pain
away like a caring lover. The alternation between pain and
pleasure leaves me hazy, and my trembling legs threaten to drop
me.
“I bet you’re all soaking wet.” He reaches into my shorts and I
bite my lip as his hand meets my underwear. “So fucking
drenched, baby. Maybe I should acquaint your cunt with my cock,
after all. They obviously need the introduction.”
I stiffen, my heartbeat skyrocketing. “You said you’d give me
time.”
“Time is proportional and not exact. In fact, time can be
fifteen minutes.”
My heart shrivels with a pang of disappointment that expands
all the way to my dropping stomach.
I should’ve never believed him. I really shouldn’t have.
Despite the fear coursing through me, I glare at him. “Do
whatever the fuck you want. Just know that I’ll never trust you.
Never.”
“Relax.” His voice is casual, easy, even as he rubs both his
fingers and his erection against my pussy. “I’ll keep my word.”
For some reason, he sounds sincere, but I know better than to
trust the unhinged bastard blindly.
“On the other hand, you’ll give me your mouth.”
“What?”
He points at my mask that’s on the ground. “Sixty-nine is a
beautiful number. It’s fate, don’t you think?”
My face heats and I stare at him. “More like an unfortunate
coincidence.”
He chuckles and slowly pushes me to the ground. I inspect our
surroundings, my heart pounding stronger than usual. “What if
someone comes along?”
“I’ll blind their eyes for looking at you naked.”
I want to think he’s joking, but I already know that Killian is
the worst type of monster to ever exist.
A gorgeous monster.
A terrifying monster that my body mysteriously comes alive
for.
My back meets the grass and I stare up to find the neon mask
staring down at me, his knees on either side of my face.
From this position, he looks like a character from those slasher
movies. A hedonistic, soulless devil.
He unbuckles his trousers and pulls out his very hard cock with
purple veins on the side. I’m lightheaded and can’t help thinking
about that first time on the cliff—how he thrust inside, how he
eventually took control and fucked my face.
It seems like ages ago now.
And I can probably admit that strange arousal was due to
being threatened with death if I didn’t give him what he wanted.
It’s still the same Killian from back then, the dark, unhinged
Killian. Now that I’m familiar with his nature, I found out just how
deranged he could get, so how come I’m not as apprehensive
anymore?
On the contrary, my thighs tremble and clench at the promise
of what’s to come.
Is he brainwashing me?
Or maybe the gloomy, creepy setting is playing with my head.
“Can’t you remove the mask?”
“Why? Is it scaring you?”
If I say yes, he most definitely won’t remove it, and if I say no,
then he’ll have no reason to remove it.
“I want to see your face,” I murmur. Because yeah, his face, as
frightening as it is, is better than a mask.
“I’ll consider it if you make this good. Now, open. I need your
lips on my cock, baby.”
I slowly do, my heart hammering. He slides inside, inch by
inch, and I start licking. I’m still absolutely clueless on how to give
a blowjob, but I’m supposed to be doing this, right?
He pulls out, tsking. “Don’t just lick it like it’s a Popsicle.”
Killian shoves three of his fingers in my mouth and deepthroats me, hooking against my tongue and twirling it. My legs
jerk and I swear I’ve never been as turned on in my life as I am
right now.
“Use your tongue for friction and quicken your pace. Don’t
worry if you think you’re being too quick. You won’t hurt me.” He
pops out his fingers, leaving a trail of saliva between them and my
mouth, and before I can say anything, he shoves his cock back
inside.
Harder this time.
Stronger.
My gag reflex kicks in, but I breathe through it and keep up,
twirling my tongue like he told me to, over and over until my jaw
hurts, but I don’t stop. I lick him with everything in me.
“Fuck, baby, that’s it. Mmm. You’re doing great.” His fingers
get lost in my hair, digging into my skull. He keeps me immobile
as he thrusts in and out, hitting deeper every time.
I reach out to get a better hold of his huge erection, but he
tsks again. “No touching, just your mouth.”
My brow creases and I let my hands fall on either side of me.
Seeming pleased with me abandoning the idea of touching him,
Killian lifts the mask off his face and throws it away.
And I regret my words from earlier.
A trail of blood trickles from his temple, over his lids, and
down his cheek and jaw, giving him a strikingly dangerous edge.
He probably got it during all the hunting, but that’s not why I
regret telling him to show me his features, it’s his face, dammit.
And how utterly handsome he is.
If he looked creepy earlier, then now, he’s a downright cruelly
beautiful monster as he brutally drives in and out of my mouth.
He’s definitely not the type who finishes fast, even with the
maddening rhythm he’s going at.
He cups my jaw then uses a finger to wipe across my bottom
lip. “I love your mouth when it’s stuffed with my cock. You’re my
perfect little cum hole, aren’t you?”
Logically, I should be offended, but the exact opposite
happens. My pussy clenches and I rub my legs together in both
shock and embarrassment.
“This mouth belongs to me now and you’ll let me use it
whenever I please, won’t you?” He tightens his hold on my jaw
and forces me to nod. “That’s a ‘Yes, Killian, my mouth and my
every other hole are yours to use and fill up with cum.’”
I think I’m going to orgasm from his filthy words alone.
Could he not have a commentary about everything? Though
I’m definitely on the edge from the dark, erotic, and yet
completely casual way he says things like that.
He’s like a different species all on his own.
My jaw hurts from how long I’ve been sucking him off. He’s
clearly enjoying it, judging by the groans and the occasional “Just
like that, baby.” But there’s no sign of him finishing anytime soon.
His rhythm is insane and I can’t help being entranced and
dripping in my knickers from just watching his pleasure. Is it
normal that the thought of his orgasm is enough to make me get
close to my own release?
Killian pulls out of my mouth and I think he’ll come, but then
he maneuvers us so we’re lying sideways. Then he thrusts in
again. My jaw still hurts, so I wince and nearly bite him.
I halt, my eyes widening.
“No teeth. Do it properly, little rabbit. Unless you want me to
switch to your cunt instead?” I shake my head and pick up my
rhythm.
He groans and I release a sigh, but it gets stuck in my throat
when he lowers my shorts and knickers.
I don’t realize what’s going on until a loud sucking sound
echoes in the air. I gasp around his cock as my whole body
ignites.
“Stop and I’ll stop,” he whispers against my folds. “I’d hate to
see this tight little cunt go unsatisfied.”
I muster up everything in me and suck as enthusiastically as I
physically can.
He peppers kisses on my folds, then sucks on them with the
expertise of a wicked sex god. I’m not completely used to that
when he licks all the way to my slit and then down again. He
whispers against my most sensitive skin, “Such a fast learner, my
Glyndon.”
Then he drives his tongue inside me and pinches my clit.
I don’t know if it’s that or the way he called me his Glyndon,
but I come uncontrollably, without any ounce of shame.
My hips jerk into his devilish mouth as he keeps thrusting in
and out. My moans are muffled by his cock and it’s so erotic that I
can’t help licking while moaning.
I think he likes it, too, because I feel him thickening inside my
mouth with each moan.
Killian glides his tongue all the way out of my pussy and I
clench, as if trying to keep him there.
“You taste like my new favorite meal.” He slides out from
between my lips, grabs me by the hair, and tugs me to a sitting
position. My eyes widen as he stands up and rams into my mouth
again with a ruthlessness that leaves me breathless.
“So fucking good,” he mutters between merciless thrusts. “Not
a bad idea to satiate you first. You’re oozing with sexuality and
looking more and more like my favorite new fucktoy. The sweet
little girl who never sucked a dick before, never had sex before, is
now being deep-throated by me. You like how I’m confiscating all
your control and using you to get off. In fact, you love it so much
that you’re clenching your legs for another orgasm.”
I freeze, realizing what I’ve been doing, and Killian’s dark
chuckle fills our surroundings.
“Look at you being all adorable.” With a hand in my hair, he
pounds one final time and I can feel him stiffening before a salty
taste explodes at the back of my throat.
Killian keeps his cock deep inside as I try to swallow
everything.
“That’s it,” he muses. “Every last drop. Miss one and we’ll start
all over again.”
His eyes shine with dark sadism and strange satisfaction as I
do as he says, partly because I don’t mind this time.
Partly because I don’t actually have a choice.
He retrieves his phone as he wipes a streak of cum from my
chin with his fingers before thrusting them inside my mouth
again, then whispers, “You can hide from the whole world, but
you don’t need to do so in front of me, baby.”
Flash.