Killian loosens his hold on my hair, only to move his hand to the back of my neck. Before I realize what’s happening, he uses his other hand to pull his handgun out of his jeans. He lifts his arm, locked straight out in front of us, and shoots the guy in the face.
If I were any other girl I’d probably scream, cover my face and start crying. But this isn’t the first time I’ve seen Killian do something like this, and I’m sure it won’t be the last. Still, the sight of the man falling into a bloody pool in front of me sucks the breath out of my lungs. I take a deep breath and lean back against Killian. Subconsciously, my hand reaches back to grab his shirt, needing something to hold onto, something to keep me grounded.
“Any of you other fuckers want to try touching what’s mine?” Killian’s voice is low, and the other men shake their heads quickly. “Take care of it and don’t come back down here.” He shoves me forward and the men step to either side of us as we pass by them.
He guides me toward the pool table and I must not be walking fast enough, because he picks me up with one arm. When we reach the table, he tosses me on it like I weigh nothing at all. I’m bent over the table and before I can move, he’s lifting my dress up and slapping my ass, hard.
I shove up on my arms, turning my head to glare back at him. “Get off me,” I tell him, but he moves forward, gripping my throat in his hand and pressing his cock against my ass.
“That better be the last time you doubt me.” He grits his teeth and he must see the confusion on my face because he elaborates, “I hear everything, Ava. I’m the only one who gets to put my hands on you. Just because I hate you, doesn’t mean I’m willing to share.” I swallow hard, realizing why he’s really angry. He’s mad at me for thinking he would let another man put their hands on me despite the fact that he’s threatened to do just that several times. I hate the relief that fills my chest. He might not want me, but he isn’t going to let his friends hurt me. I feel the anger radiating from his hand, causing it to shake as he grips my throat. He reaches down and unzips his jeans with his free hand.
“Don’t do this, Killian.” I plead. I don’t want it to be like this. I can’t deny that my body wants his, it probably always will. But I don’t want it to be like this, while he’s angry and trying to teach me a lesson.
“Did you get wet for him?” He slaps my ass one more time before pulling my panties to the side. He delivers his palm against my ass cheeks three more times. I cry out, the stinging burn is part pain and part pleasure. I groan, knowing he can see how wet my pussy is becoming for him. Without warning, he sinks two fingers inside my aching core. “Answer me, slut.” The way he says the slur feels more like a dig at the guy who called me that and is currently being mopped up off the floor in the other room.
“No,” I croak out, gasping as his fingers work in and out of my pussy. He shoves my head down on the green felt covered table with a heavy palm. My cheek is flush against the table and I’m completely vulnerable to anything he wants to do to me.
“Who makes you wet, Ava?” He grunts, pulling his fingers out and tipping my neck so he has easy access to my mouth. He slides his digits into my mouth roughly, shoving them all the way in to touch the back of my throat. I gag, but flick my tongue the best that I can to taste my sweet juices off of his salty skin. He groans and sinks his hard cock all the way inside me with one rough thrust. I moan around his fingers and he snaps, “Fucking answer me.”
“You,” I gasp. “Just you.” He fucks me hard, fast, and without reservation. He gives me all of his anger as I arch back, wanting him as deep inside me as he can go. I hate to admit it, but I need this right now. I need to let go, just for a little while.
He yanks me back against his chest and his mouth is hot against my ear as he fucks me. “Don’t ever question who you belong to again.” His fingers find my clit at the exact moment his mouth settles against my neck. “Fuck me, baby. Come for me.”
All it takes is one more hard thrust and his teeth nipping my neck for me to come undone in his arms. He moves his hands up to my breasts as he bottoms out inside my pulsing pussy. I expect him to pick up his pace, to thrust until he comes inside me. But instead, he groans, pulling all the way out of me, and turns me to face him. Lifting me up on the table, he then pushes me to lie back. One hand finds my breast and the other grips my hip as he slams back inside me, finding his pace again. Our eyes lock and I feel both of his hands dig into my skin, until the hand on my hip moves down and guides his already pulsing cock out of my pussy. I’m confused, because he seemed adamant about coming inside me before. Barely a second later, he calls out my name, and white hot cum jets out and covers my glistening pussy.
He dips his head forward, pressing his face against my
