Killian pushes my underwear aside and thrust three fingers in at the same time. My eyes roll back from the ruthless force and the pleasure that pulsates through my core. The fact that he’s muffling my voice and my breaths is making this even more demented.
Erotically sinful.
Killian uses his hold on my mouth to push my head down. “Look at how your cunt is thrilled with my fingers. You wanted me to find you and pin you down and force you to come. You wanted me to make your little pussy sorer so you feel my cock with every step. You wantme, baby.”
I shake my head over and over.
He merely shrugs. “It’s up to you whether you believe it or not, and it’s up to me to fuck my cunt whenever I want. See how you’re dripping all over my hand, you dirty slut?”
He makes me watch the in and out of his fingers and my embarrassing arousal. He makes me see every move, every depravity, adding more edge to the act.
“That’s it, swallow them up.” He adds a fourth finger, stuffing it against the others, and I honestly think he’ll tear me or something. “Relax, you took my cock, you can handle this much.”
He pounds them into me at the same time, scissoring, interlinking, deepening them.
My eyes droop and for a moment, I honestly believe I’m going insane from the onslaught of pleasure.
“Think I can fit my whole first in there?” he whispers with dark lust, and my eyes shoot open as I turn my head to shake it.
He merely chuckles. “Don’t faint on me, little rabbit. I still have a lot to punish you for.” He flicks his thumb against my clit, making me see stars instantly.
It’s embarrassing how fast I come from the clit stimulation.
“You didn’t deserve that orgasm after the stunts you pulled today.” He wrenches his fingers out of me and I refuse to recognize the emptiness that takes hold of me.
I refuse to recognize the need for more pulsing inside me.
“If you scream or call for help, I’ll make your brother watch you getting fucked. Do you hear me?”
Bitter tears sting my eyes, but I refuse to let them loose as he releases my mouth but fists my hair.
“Fuck you,” I spit out.
“That foul mouth only gets my cock hard, baby. So if you have any more insults to get off your chest, by all means.”
“You’re the one who pulled the stunts first by posting that picture.”
“The world needed to know you’re mine. I won’t apologize for that. In fact, I’d do it again and earlier so no one would entertain the idea of having you.”
“Let me guess, because only you can?”
“You guessed correctly.”
“I’ll never, ever choose to be with you.”
“News flash. You already are.”
“Not by choice.”
“Don’t fucking care.” He tugs on my hair. “And you’re pushing it. Your pussy will pay the price for that.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. You don’t like being told hard truths?”
“You’re the one who doesn’t. You were pissed off even before you found out about the picture because I told you facts your little moral compass doesn’t approve of.” He shoves me down against the counter and I buck, but he pins me in place by the nape, so I have no choice but to hold on to the edge of the marble. “But here’s the thing, I’m not going to lie to protect your fragile little emotions. What’s so fucking special about emotions anyway? You think you’re great because you have them? Here’s the thing, you see me and you’ll continue to fucking see me, Glyndon. Empty shell, devil side, and all.”
He’s mad. No, probably enraged.
I’ve started to notice that he only calls me by my name when he’s angry.