CHAPTER 14
OLIVE
I never thoughtI’d be sitting with the man that kidnapped me on a memory foam mattress, staring at his intricately tattooed chest and the barbells through his nipples, but here I am.
“Kiss me.”
He says it like a challenge, and I should have known.
Of course, he would want something in return.
He’s Killian.
“Really.” I deadpan. “Kiss you.”
He shrugs, the picture of innocence painted on his fair features. “Just one,” he says. “I’m risking a lot to do this, you know.”
I roll my eyes. “Right. Of course you are. Because you’re the picture of a law-abiding citizen.”
He gives me a lopsided grin, and my heart stutters. “You know it, baby.”
In any other scenario, I would tell him to fuck off. If this happened at work, or with a friend, I would cut off all contact.
But with Killian…
I’ve wanted to kiss him for a long time. Since that first night.
And he’s too handsome for his own good, like this.
So, I lean over quickly and place a quick kiss on his lips, which are fuller and soften than I imagined.
Damn him.
And, like I suspected, he chuckles and shakes his head. “I meant an actual kiss. Not like I’m your fucking grandma.”
“You didn’t say that before,” I argue, and fight to hide the smile that threatens to form on my face.
What is wrong with me?! My inner Omega shrieks with joy, and her excitement overtakes my frustration.
Kiss Alpha Kiss Alpha!
“I didn’t think I’d have to say it,” he adds, quirking his lip. “Unless you’re just a terrible kisser.”
Rude.
He’s trying to get on my nerves, and it’sworking.
“Oh myGod. Really, Killian?”
“I mean, if you’re a bad kisser, it’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”
I didn’t know I had an ego left to bruise, but apparently, I do. I tangle my fingers in his hair, pulling the soft locks at his scalp, and pull his lips to mine angrily.
This time, fireworks erupt.
His scent is everywhere as he growls into my mouth, his hand coming up to cup the back of my neck, pulling me closer to him. My body presses against his naked chest, his piercings rubbing against me, and I moan against his lips.
“Open your mouth,” he begs against me, his minty breath washing over me. “Open your mouth, Omega, let me taste you.”