Kai bucks against my face and there’s something about him when he does that. Like he’s giving me some of the power too. Like even he loses control from time to time.
My hands glide behind him to his firm ass and I bring him deeper inside me.
“Fucking hell,” Kai croaks.
I go faster, adding pressure with the base of my tongue and taking in as much of his length as I can.
“Desiree,” he whispers my name hoarsely.
His hips start moving faster and he grabs on to the back of my head to keep me in place.
I moan, turned on by the fact that he’s enjoying this so much.
When he comes inside my mouth, tears spring to my eyes because of how deep I take him. I lick up every bit of it, though. Not even a drop falls.
Kai’s rough hands are suddenly on me as he lifts me and sets me on the sink. He fits perfectly between my legs as his lips find mine. I squeeze him to me for dear life as if I want him to fucking absorb me. As if I want to fucking live inside of him.
I feel his length getting hard again against my thigh while he teases my mouth with his tongue. Chills erupt over me once more as he thrusts inside of me.
“So fucking wet and ready for me,” he says.
And it’s like something has possessed me because I blurt out the first thing that pops into my mind.
“Always.”
His eyes meet mine in a lazy, sexy smile before he bites his lips and completely rails me.
I scream out with every thrust of his hips. With every slap of our skin. I arch my chest and he swoops down taking a nipple in his mouth, his tongue lapping greedily.
Then his hand moves up my body, fingers wrapping tightly around my throat. He’s blocking my airway a bit, but it’s not unbearable and for some reason, makes this so much hotter. It’s like my brain is going haywire and my legs shake as I come apart against him. My teeth sink into his shoulder at the intense pleasure as the last few tremors wrack through my body.
“Who knew you’d have such a sexual appetite?” Kai asks.
I give him a shaky grin but for some reason, I want to cry. This is too much. And there’s still a mess of dead bodies outside the house. My dad is still on the loose.
And my mother is still dead.
He grabs my chin, a quizzical look in his eye. “Chad’s gone,” he says low. “You don't have to fear him anymore.” His jaw clenches.
“You think he was my biggest worry?” I shake my head. “My father is still out there, Kai. He’s way more dangerous than Chad.”
His eyes never leave mine. “I’ll fucking kill him too,” Kai says, voice strong and confident.
He starts pulling his clothes on and I do the same. I feel the tension in the air, and that breaks my heart because I know Kai well enough now to know he’s going to pull away again.
It’s like whiplash and now I’m the one who feels like a star getting sucked into Kai’s black hole. Is it inevitable?
I think back to things with Chad. He acted just like my father. Tough as nails. Never let anyone get in his way, and if they did, he’d push them down and they’d never get back up.
Have I been pushed down too much already? Am I permanently stuck down here or am I in the process of getting back up? Standing on my own two feet again.
Kai opens the bathroom door and storms back out into the mess. “Killian?” He calls out.
He and Ava come around the corner, smeared blood on parts of their bodies as if they just got out of a war zone. And I guess we all pretty much did.
Ava walks up to me and gives me a hug. I instantly sag against her offered comfort and relief.
I squeeze my eyes shut tightly trying to hold back the tears that are dying to fall.
She pulls me off to the side for a moment. I feel the guys’ eyes on us, but then they lead their heads in talking low about something. Probably all the fuckery we’re in the middle of in this very moment.
“You okay? Did you get hurt?” She asks, her voice soft and eyes sincere.
“Define ‘okay’,” I say. “I mean, I’m not dead. So there’s that.”
She snorts, but her lashes flutter as if she, too, is trying to hold herself together.
“You good?” I ask.
She nods, shrugging. “I guess I’m not dead either.”
“Glad neither of us are dead. We will be soon though if we don’t do something about my father,” I tell her, clenching my shaking fist.
“I know,” she says, breathing in deeply. “I know.”
I pat her on the arm. “Also, thanks for earlier. You saved everyone’s asses.” I grin at her, but I’m still processing. It’s been a long fucking day.
“You’re welcome, but hopefully that’ll be the last time we ever have to do that.” She grins tiredly.
I nod. “Is Killian hurt?” I ask even though he’s an asshole.
She rolls her eyes. “Of course he is. He won’t let me bandage him up.”
“He will,” I say nodding. “He’s an asshole, but you seem to be the only thing he can’t resist.”
This makes her blush and a little smile blooms on her lips.
“Desiree,” Kai says, and his voice is dominant and formal. Like a king leading a fucking peasant.
“Yes?”
“You’re not to leave my fucking side, and you will have several of my guys walk with you wherever you go if I’m not here.”
“That’s not gonna stop my dad, Kai,” I say sadly.
“I’ll stop your fucking dad if it’s the last thing I do. Now come here,” he says beckoning me with his fucking finger.
I cross my arms angrily. “Or what?”
Red hot rage tears through him, making him straighten his spine. “Or you’ll be punished.”
“As if I’m not already punished enough?” I huff.
He stalks over to me furiously and lifts me, throwing me over his shoulder. My ass is in the air and he slaps it hard. “You and you’re fucking mouth,” he seethes.
I slap him back as hard as I can, but it only makes him jog harder up the stairs.
When we get to his room he throws me on the bed and cuffs me to it.
“Stay,” he says mockingly, and when I glare up at him, obviously “staying”, his face hardens. “Good girl.”
“You keeping me locked up in this house isn’t going to help anything. All these problems are still going to catch up with us whether I’m tied to your bed or the next victim hanging in a tree,” I scream at him, letting my hot, angry tears fall.
His face turns severe, and if I wasn’t so overwhelmed, I’d be afraid.
“One day, you’ll learn to watch your fucking mouth,” he says before stomping out of his room. He doesn’t forget to slam the door hard enough to shake the entire room, though.
And it’s like all the semi-sweet moments we’ve had recently have been erased.
17
Desiree
Steam fills the bathroom while the clawfoot tub fills with water and bubbles. He’s going to fight me on it, I’m sure, but Killian needs a good soak. He wasn’t injured badly in the fight, thank goodness, but his knuckles are busted open and his lip is bleeding and starting to swell.
I watch as he leans against the sink, in just his boxer briefs, and scrubs the dried blood from his hands. He doesn’t wince, and I wonder if he even feels pain anymore.
“You need to soak,” I tell him after switching off the water and dipping my hand beneath the bubbles to check the temperature.
He snorts at the absurdity of him sitting in a bubble bath, but his shoulders seem to relax when I take his hand in my much smaller one and appraise the damage. Before he can stop me, I hop up on the counter and reach for the soft cloth I gave him to clean the wounds and begin gently removing the blood he missed.
When I feel his other hand in my hair, I brace myself for him to fist it roughly between his fingers or reprimand me for overstepping my role with him. But he doesn’t. Instead, his fingers stroke through the loose piece
s of my hair and find the elastic band holding it up. He pulls it out and lets my hair fall around my shoulders before sliding his fingers through it, gently stroking my scalp.
“Get in with me.” It’s a quiet demand, but still an order. It’s my turn to laugh at the visual he’s just presented.
“I won’t fit. You’ll barely fit on your own.” I cup his face in both of my hands before quickly leaning in to kiss his bottom lip with a feather light touch.
He grips my thighs, pushing them apart and pulling me flush against him. My dress rises and my panties rub against his hard cock that’s straining to be free of the confines of his underwear. “I meant what I said in the car, Ava. All night, no interruptions.”
“You were just in a fight with…” He presses his thumb to my mouth, dipping the tip inside to rub against my tongue.
“I’m compromising by getting in that bath with you,” he says as the fingers of his other hand work on the zipper on the back of my dress. He groans when I suck and lick on his thumb and grind my pussy against him. He tugs my dress down around my shoulders with his free hand and his lips fall to my shoulder.
I rock my hips up against him and let my nails slide down his muscular back. “You don’t compromise for anyone.” My voice is breathy, full of need and I’m sure he can hear how I’m barely keeping myself together. I want him so fucking bad.
Swiftly, he moves me from the counter to stand in front of him. I begin to take down my dress, but he stops me, seemingly wanting to do it himself. When he takes my bra off, he pauses to squeeze my breasts and pinch the hardened nipples before moving on to slide my panties down my thighs and let them drop to the floor.
“Are you wet for me, babygirl?” Killian’s voice is so low as his fingers travel down my belly and find my already soaked pussy. He doesn’t wait for me to answer him. Instead, he pulls me over to the bathtub and less than elegantly shucks off his underwear and settles his large frame beneath the sudsy water.
When I start to climb in with my back toward him, he stops me with a loud slap to my ass. “Other way,” he demands, and I oblige him. I turn and carefully step into the tub and allow him to brace my weight while I try to find my place on his lap.
“Fuck.” The word rumbles from his chest and into my neck as he presses his face there and my pussy slides against his wet dick. “Ava, I’ve gotta fuck you, baby.” He sounds so unlike himself, almost pleading with me as I shift my hips, teasing him.
I tilt his back this time when his hands find their way to my ass. He squeezes hard, grinding me against his throbbing cock. “Then fuck me, Kill,” I tell him, my voice raspy with want.
He bites my shoulder just as he scoots forward enough that I can be fully seated on his lap and my legs can wrap around him. Even though I’m worked up and so wet for him, my pussy is still tight around his thick girth. I cry out when he slams his hips up and moves his hands to my hips. Water splashes out of the tub and I arch back, moaning his name when his lips find one of my nipples.
“You feel so fucking good,” he grinds out the words, his cock filling me to the hilt as I ride him with abandon. He keeps one hand on my hip like he’s afraid if he lets go, he won’t be able to fuck my pussy as hard as he wants to. His other hand grips my hair, tilting my head back and exposing my neck to his mouth. He bites and sucks and then moves back to my nipples.
“I’m going to come, Kill.” I warn him and rock my hips harder, meeting him thrust for thrust. His fingers leave the bruised skin of my hip and find my clit, rubbing in fast circles and pushing me over the edge.
“Come, now,” he demands and he thrusts harder as my nails dig into the skin of his taut shoulders. He knows what I need and lets go of my hair, to tighten his fingers around my throat. My eyes lock with his as I come hard, all over his throbbing dick.
He’s not far behind me, thrusting upward three more times and exploding inside me. He hauls me close to his chest, wrapping his arms around me, and keeps his dick inside my still convulsing pussy while he gasps for air.
True to his word, Killian did not let me rest the entire night. I can’t think of a position he didn’t have me in, and I lost track of how many orgasms he gave me around midnight. It has to be four in the morning when I finally decide I might die if I don’t hydrate.
“Where are you going?” Killian sounds more relaxed than I’ve heard him in a long time.
“To get a drink,” I say climbing out of bed onto sore legs. He watches me hungrily as I slip his black t-shirt over my naked body. He’s quick to hop out of bed too, and my eyes take in the way his muscles move as he looks around for a pair of sweatpants to throw on.
“I promise not to run away,” I joke and instantly regret it, unsure if the innocent banter will trigger his mood to switch.
He moves over to stand in front of me, looking down into my eyes as he cups my jaw. “I’m not worried about that.” His thumb strokes over my bottom lip while he seems to be lost in thought. “I don’t want to be apart from you right now. Is that a problem?” It’s not a question, or even really a threat. I don’t recall hearing this emotion in his voice recently and it’s doing funny things to my stomach.
I want to tell him I’ve missed him. I want to tell him so many things, but I won’t. Tonight has been too perfect, and I don’t want to mess that up by making him angry. Instead, I hold out my hand and offer it to him. It feels like my heart flips in my chest when he links our fingers together and leads me out into the hallway.
We’re silent on our way down to the kitchen until we’re in the dark foyer and my thumb brushes along his knuckles. I ask him, “Will you let me wrap them before we go to bed?”
He flicks the light on when we reach the kitchen and then glowers down at me in a way that almost seems playful.
“You’re such a child,” I laugh, feeling so light. I know things probably won’t stay this way between us for long, but I’m going to savor every second of it.
He grabs my face and smiles against my lips, pressing small kisses there as he backs me up against the refrigerator.
“Are you smiling, Killian Pierce?” I practically giggle against his lips and he quickly sobers, glaring at me with absolutely no anger.
“No,” he rasps, brushing his hand through my hair.
“Yes,” I counter, turning my head to the side to kiss his bicep that is caging me in. I start to say something else to tease him, but my eyes are drawn to red splotches on the floor.
I shove Killian’s chest, but he doesn’t budge.
“Killian…blood….” I can’t get the words out, but what I do get out is enough to get him to look over on the other side of the granite topped island in the center of the floor.
“Stay back,” Killian yells at me, pushing me behind him as he rounds the counter. “Fucking Hell. KAI! GET THE FUCK DOWN HERE!”
I peek around Killian and I see who’s blood is pooled everywhere. Damon is lifeless, eyes still open and a large kitchen knife stabbed into his chest all the way to the hilt. Held by the knife is a blood soaked piece of paper with the same handwriting as the note we thought was from Chad.
To Be Continued in Cruel Rage: The Brutal Boys of Blackcrown Falls Duet Book 2.
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