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.
17
GLYNDON
It takes me a few moments to put my clothes together. My fingers tremble and my body temperature doesn’t seem to get the memo that the fun times are over.
Killian has already tucked himself in, looking as flawless as the devil and just as hedonistic.
Seeming to notice my struggle, he subtly pushes my hand away and glides my bra over my breasts.
“I must say, I prefer undressing you.”
“Why am I not surprised?”
“Because you’re starting to know me better.”
“You say that as if it’s a privilege.”
“It’s not?”
“No. I’m only learning about you to know how to deal with you.”
“Smart little rabbit.” He lets the straps snap against my shoulders, his voice lowering. “Fucking red.”
My stomach tightens, instantly reacting to the change of his tone.
I stare at him from beneath my lashes as he continues putting my clothes together. But no matter how much I look, I can’t really read his expression. He’s the worst enigma to ever walk the earth, and I find myself wondering about what he’s thinking at times like these.
He definitely isn’t thinking about whatever emotional implications of his actions, considering he lacks emotions, and seems happy with the fact.
He owns that part of him, takes pride in it, and uses it to do depraved acts like the hunt tonight.
Like knocking out those people and tracking me as if I were an animal.
Would I ever feel like more than an animal in his presence? And what can I do to make him lose interest? If Eli and Lan are any indication, then his type has a short attention span for everything.
Unless we’re talking about Eli when it comes to Ava.
Or Lan when it comes to sculpting.
But those obsessions started fairly young for both Eli and Lan. They basically grew with their personalities, so they can’t be compared to Killian’s sudden fixation on me.
He’ll eventually get bored and move on to some other unfortunate soul.
He has to.
Or else I’m completely and utterly doomed.
“What are you thinking about?” His smooth voice swirls around me as he hooks his fingers against the edge of my top and tugs me against him. I’m starting to realize he likes to constantly touch me in some way.
“An effect Cecily once mentioned.”
“And what is that?”
“Have you ever heard of the suspension bridge effect? It’s when people experience psychological responses related to fear, but they mislabel them as romantic arousal. The actual term is called misattribution of arousal, I think.”
His fingers stroke the skin of my stomach in a circular motion, and he hums, “Let me guess. Your busy little brain was thinking of that as a way out of actually wanting me?”
“I’m pretty sure I don’t want you. I told you. My reaction to you is probably me misjudging fear and anxiety as arousal. Think about it. Every time you touched me, I was scared in some way.”
The more I talk about it, the more it makes sense. There’s no way I’d willingly want this bastard who lacks a human bone in his body.
“Aren’t you the smart one?” He pulls on my top and I crash against his chest with a yelp. He lifts his other hand and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. The gesture seems to be doting but feels threatening. “So what if it is fear? The point is that you want me.”
“It’s not real. It’s an illusion.”
“If that makes you sleep better at night, let’s say it is.”
“I could want someone else if I feel scared in their presence or see them after being scared.”
“Believe me, little rabbit, that won’t be happening. Not unless you want some splashes of his blood on this flawless skin. Though I’m sure it’d look pretty, don’t you think?”
I shudder, trying and failing to prevent that image from forming in my head. This wanker knows all the right buttons to push.
“You really don’t care that I don’t want you for you as a person?” I realize that I’m provoking him, and I don’t know what’s come over me. I just know that a weird sense of courage has grabbed hold of me today.
I’m no longer the scaredy-cat Glyn—that didn’t get me anywhere—so I might as well embrace the change.
“You don’t want me as a person, huh?”
“No. You’re not my type.”
He pauses before stroking my stomach again. “And what’s your type?”
“Someone nice.”
“I can be nice.”
“Yeah, right.”