His hand leaves my throat to grip my jaw and I see the flash of uncertainty in his eyes, something I’m sure no one else has ever seen. Probably not even Kai. Because the Pierce Brothers are always sure. Always deliberate. They have no regrets.
His thumb brushes my bottom lip as he appraises my face and I feel bold. My tongue darts out to flick across his skin and I’m rewarded with a groan leaving his lips as he pushes his thumb inside my mouth. I suck hard, looking up at him through wet eyelashes.
I still have a piece of Killian Pierce. No matter how small and crumbled that piece is, no one will ever be able to take it from me.
Not even him.
“Suck,” he tells me after pulling his thumb out and then pushing two of his fingers inside my mouth roughly. I breathe through my nose, swallowing hard when his fingers push at the back of my throat. My nipples tighten and I have the urge to grind my pussy against his leg. He pulls his fingers out halfway and pushes them all the way back in, causing me to gag. “Take it, slut.”
His lips curve into a wicked smile as he pulls his fingers out quickly. His eyes darken and I realize whatever part of him misses me is so tiny that it can never win over the part of him that loathes my very existence.
Killian says darkly, “No one else will touch your body again. Is that clear?.” His fingertips dig into my skin, letting me know he has the power to snap my neck if he wanted, but chooses not to.
When I nod slowly, he lets go of me. He’s quick to walk away from me as always and he doesn’t look back.
I rub the back of my neck where his grip was tight as I watch him stalk down the hallway. I notice Kai rounding the corner, meeting up with Killian as if he somehow knew his brother would be there.
They’re predictable that way.
What isn’t predictable is the new girl following behind Kai like some lost puppy. I can’t see her face, but I can only hope for her sake that she knows what she’s getting into.
I don’t have vivid dreams often, but when I do they’re about Killian. The Killian I used to know. I feel his breath heating the curve of my neck, his big hands sliding up and down my sides as he licks and kisses down my chest. My pussy throbs, aching, needing him. I arch my back, lifting my hips when I feel him grip my panties. The ripping fabric sounds so real, like he’s really hovering above me on the couch in Sandra’s basement.
“Killian,” I moan his name when I feel his fingers part my soaked pussy.
“Dreaming of me?” My eyes open and my surprised scream is caught in my throat when he moves over me. I don’t know how he got in the house, but knowing him, he kicked in the front door and told my landlord to shut the fuck up. His free hand is clamped over my mouth while two of his fingers sink in and out of me. “Surprised to see me?” he rasps, nudging my legs further apart with his knee. “Pull your shirt up, I want to see your tits bounce when I fuck you.”
I blush in the dim light of the basement. I always keep a light on when I go to bed, that stupid childhood thought that it will keep me safe from the monsters lurking in the night. Nothing can keep me safe from Killian Pierce.
“I said do it!” he demands and my eyes widen. He’s going to wake up Sandra and then I’ll be homeless again.
I raise my hands to my sleep shirt and pull it up, exposing my full breasts to his greedy eyes.
“Fuck,” he groans, dipping down to take one hardened nub between his lips while his fingers move rapidly inside my pussy. He bites down on my nipple and my hips buck against his fingers. I can feel my orgasm building and when he removes his hand from my mouth I don’t scream. I press my pussy closer to his fingers, begging him to make me cum. “I need this. For so long. Fuck. You’re so wet,” he grates out the words like he’s in physical pain.
He withdraws his fingers and I whimper at the loss of contact. I think he’s going to leave me hanging again, like he did the other day in the classroom. Until I see him undressing. I shake my head, the space between us is enough to allow me to clear my foggy brain.
I tug my shirt down and stand up, frantically searching for the shorts I went to bed in. The ones he must have ripped from my hips while I slept. I need to get out of here. Away from him. Having sex with him is the last thing I need to do. He’ll only use the way my body responds to him against me.
I give up on the shorts and decide to just get the fuck out of there when he grabs me roughly by the arm and throws me back on the couch, climbing on top of me with such force, the cushions beneath me sag.
“Part of me wants to be gentle with you, make you enjoy this so you’ll hate yourself more than you hate me when I leave.” My shirt is ripped up and off of me, leaving us both completely naked, and then he’s back on top of me, his massive forearms caging my head in, his body holding me down in the most delicious way. I hate that I like that feeling. I hate that I’m not disgusted.
“And the other part of you?” I snip, not willing to let him
