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 deep-throats 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.