“I want to fuck you out of my system. Get my fill until I never want to look at you again,” he growls. And when he grips my thigh roughly, pulling it up over his hip, I know which part of him wins out. He’s going to make this hurt. And maybe that’s what I need to finally let him go.
When he reaches between us to press the head of his cock against my aching pussy, I push on his shoulders, trying to stop him. He’s not thinking clearly and neither am I.
He sinks in an inch, watching my face and I know I’m panicking. “Killian, stop! Get a condom.” I push harder, digging my nails into his skin.
“I don’t go raw with anyone else.” He laughs coldly and the thought of all the girls he’s been with makes my stomach roll. And I don’t disbelieve him. He wouldn’t put himself in that situation with the girls that hang around the Vipers. He’s only doing it with me because he knows it’ll upset me. I also suspect he doesn’t think I’m as dirty as he claims he does.
“I’m not on the pill,” I tell him, wiggling my hips, trying desperately to move away from him.
“A whore like you would have to be on the pill.” He grips my throat and slams inside me hard. He dips his head, cursing against my chest as his hips ram into mine.
“Killian, please, stop. I’m not on anything. I’ve only been with you.” I cry out, but his cock only seems to harden as my greedy pussy clenches around it.
He is rough, needy, everything I’ve dreamed he would be.
“Ava.” My name sounds like a fucking prayer as he lifts my leg higher, trying to get as deep inside as possible. This is nothing like the night he gently took my virginity. There are no sweet kisses, soft touches, or encouraging whispers. “Say I’m the only one. Lie to me. Say I’m the only one who’s fucked this tight little pussy.” He reaches between us, rubbing my clit in fast deliberate movements and that’s all it takes. I’ve needed to come since he finger fucked me the other day.
I arch up against him and he slams inside me harder as I come apart around him. “You’re the only one,” I grit out the words, wrapping my arms around his neck, my fingers tunneling through his damp hair. His grip on my throat loosens and his face falls to the crook of my shoulder. He groans and nips at my skin, his fingers find my hips, angling them up so his cock can rut deeper inside me.
“Tell me who owns you,” he demands, and the pleasure mixed with the pain of his hard thrusts has me spiraling over the edge again.
“No,” I bite out. I won’t give him that part of me.
“Say it.” One of his hands moves up and fists my hair painfully as looks me directly in the eyes. I can see all of the hate swirling in his stormy eyes. “Do you fucking like that, you little whore?” He speeds up, unable to hold out any longer. I can feel his cock pulsing, painting the inside of my pussy with hot cum. He doesn’t pull out, but instead slides his still hard cock inside me two more times before collapsing on top of me.
I should be freaking out. I should be worried. I should be so angry at him.
But I’m not.
I don’t know what I feel. I just know that having him this close, this vulnerable, is something I’ve dreamed of for years, and I’m angry at myself when tears prick my eyes because everything is so fucked up. We’ll never get over the things that happened tonight and the night I ran away. And really, everything in between. And that makes me so fucking sad because I know deep down I’ll never get over him and what we could have had.
I feel him press his face against my neck hard, but only for a brief moment before he’s up and walking naked toward the open bathroom door where the light is already on. I use the time to pull my shirt on and find the shorts he balled up and threw on the floor.
I expect him to leave. Storm out and not say a word. Because that’s what he thinks will hurt me.
I don’t expect him to grab me from behind, still naked.
“Why is there blood all over my dick?” He holds my arms behind me roughly in one hand while the other grips my jaw. “I know you’re not on your period, so don’t lie to me. And I wasn’t that rough.” The apprehension ripples in his dark tone. He knows the answer, but he wants to hear me say it.
Wasn’t that rough, for fucking a whore.
I’m quiet until he jerks my arms, making me cry out in pain. “I haven’t had sex since the night you took my virginity. You don’t believe me, and I’m done trying to convince you.”
I can practically hear the seething anger rolling off of his body as he stands quietly behind me, still holding me so roughly that I know the muscles of my arms will ache tomorrow.
“Kai told me you were with a guy the day I was sent…” he pauses, realizing he almost told me something about himself. Something he and Kai have concealed for years. He breathes out through his nose and I feel the warm puff against the sensitive skin of my neck before he continues, “He said there were many after that.” My stomach drops at his words. I wasn’t as close to Kai as I was to Killian when we were younger. But he still considered me a friend. He still trusted me to help them with important things like boosting cars and handling the money. I don’t get to respond because he jerks me around to look him in the eye. “Are you
