Page 67 of Brutal Ambition


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“So do I,” he says solemnly, dragging me into the bedroom and closing the door. “It’s very important work.”

I expect him to haul me to the bed, so I’m startled when he drags me to the side and spins me around, forcing me against the wall. My heart drops on instinct and my hands press against the wall, but before I can push myself back, Killian presses his body close to mine, pinning me against the wall with his weight.

Oh. That’s… alarming, but kind of nice.

He brushes my hair away from my neck, and I feel a shudder of anticipation as his lips brush against my ear. “Can’t have my girl distracted,” he murmurs, sending a thrill coursing through me and bringing a helpless smile to my lips.

His girl.

He knew the thrill those words would send through me, and he knows exactly what he’s doing when his kisses on my neck turn rough and possessive, nearly bruising in their intensity. My body shivers in response to the brutal possession, and Killian slides his fingers through my hair, gripping the back of my skull so he can control my movements and position me however he needs for the access he desires. Thrills shoot through me, and tension pulls taut as he kisses the sensitive nape of my neck, then slides a hand around to unbutton my jeans.

Once the waistband loosens, his hand slides down the front of my pants. I moan softly when he pushes beneath my panties, then uses his fingers to spread me open. I know what’s coming next, and I’m not disappointed when seconds later he’s teasing my clit. My breath hitches, and my hips buck in response as his fingers expertly find the right spot, sending waves of pleasure rippling through me.

I’m trapped between his hard body and the wall, eyes squeezed shut and moaning at the magic his fingers are working between my legs when I hear a knock at the front door.

My heart sinks and I feel a rush of adrenaline. I expect Killian to stop touching me so he can see who’s there, but he doesn’t.

“Relax,” he commands casually, as if we were never interrupted.

“Killian,” I say uncertainly, looking back at him. “I think someone’s here.”

Kissing the side of my neck as he strokes me, he murmurs, “They can wait.”

It feels wrong to let him do this to me when someone we both know may be just a couple of walls away. I don’t think they can hear, but even if they can’t… if it’s a friend of his, someone who comes into the apartment, they’ll see me looking flushed and shy and probably be able to guess why it took so long to get to the door.

I’m caught in a web of pleasure and uncertainty, but his relentless fingers make it impossible to ignore the rising tension in my body.

They knock again and I feel shameless as I moan, helpless to stop the pleasure. I need something to hold on to, so I plant one hand on the wall and reach back to grab Killian’s hip desperately.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmurs. “Let go.”

His murmured command is all it takes to unleash the torrent of pleasure building up inside me. I cry out sharply as I come, ecstasy rippling through me and weakening my trembling muscles.

I’m thankful for Killian’s thigh wedged between my legs, because as the tremors subside, I’m not sure I can stand. I feel like a ragdoll held up like this, Killian’s hand still gripping my scalp, his strong body still pinning me to the wall. With another possessive kiss to the nape of my neck, he finally releases my hair.

He locks his arm around my waist and grabs my hip, turning me around so my back is against the wall.

I’m fuzzy and blissed out, but I give him a soft little smile as he moves close and presses his lips against mine. “I have to go out for a bit,” he tells me.

“Okay,” I murmur, without the presence of mind to even ask where or how long he’ll be gone.

He slides his hand through my hair tenderly, pulling me close and kissing my temple. “Get some studying done while I’m gone.”

“Okay,” I murmur again.

Killian smirks. “So agreeable. I love when you’ve just come.”

I wrinkle my nose up at him, but I’m too physically satisfied to offer much in the way of a retort. Besides, he’s right. Orgasms make me incredibly docile.

He kisses me one more time, then lets go and steps away.

I stand there for a few seconds to get my bearings, but then I zip up my jeans and follow him back out to the living room. I get there just in time to see him grab his keys off the counter and open the door.

I catch sight of Hex on the other side. Two other guys are with him, but I don’t recognize either of them. Hex is the only one to make eye contact with me while the door is open. The other two politely pretend I don’t exist, but it’s the cool calculation, almost displeasure in Hex’s gaze that unsettles me.

Why is he looking at me like that?

A frown flickers across my brow, but without a word, Killian glances back at me, then closes the door behind him.

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