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I should turn around, but when I hear someone scream from being captured, I jolt forward and take a hard left turn, desperate to have a few seconds alone with my thoughts. Why do I feel this way about Killian? He is everything that I should hate, and I do, underneath it all, but I can’t seem to shake the feeling that he’s only using me. He will get bored of me and move on, because he’s that kind of guy.
I keep walking until I freeze. Spinning around, I try to backtrack my footsteps. “Hated this fucking thing.” After walking another five minutes, I give up and try to get to the start by coming from the end.
My phone vibrates in my hand and I swipe it unlocked, seeing it’s Killian.
Kill: Where are you
I type out my reply. Not telling.
I smirk, while continuing to aimlessly walk around the maze. I want to get out, but I also don’t want to be captured by my nemesis.
My phone goes off again.
Killian: Don’t test me.
Before I can stop my fingers from flying over my phone, I type out, Or what?
He replies almost instantly. You really wanna know?
I pause, a stupid smile on my face. This. This is why I’m angry with myself.
I’m typing out a reply and hooking another right when I slam into a hard chest. Traveling up the granite, tall exterior, I’m not at all surprised to find Killian glaring down at me. He tugs down his bandana so it’s resting around his neck, flashing me a cocky grin. “Answer my question…”
“What question?” I ask, backing up until I’m slamming into a mirror.
Both of his hands come to either side of my head. “Wanna know what happens when you test me?”
I straighten in defiance. “Your mind games won’t work on me.”
“Oh.” He smirks, licking his bottom lip. “My mind games are the least of your worries.”
“Really?” I can’t fight the smile on my mouth. As much as I want to, I can’t.
His hand comes to my throat. “Really…” His lips skim over top of mine, his smirk pressing against all of the nerves. I swing my arms around his neck, pulling him into me. His hands glide down my side until they drop to my ass and he lifts me off my feet.
I squeeze my legs around him. He kisses me hard as I grind over him, my nails digging into his back.
Pulling back slightly, he lowers me to the ground. “Turn around and put your hands on the wall.”
I follow his instruction, turning until the side of my face is pressed against the mirror. He reaches for both of my wrists, forcing them behind my back. I feel something drape over them, so I crank my head over my shoulder.
“Really?” I deadpan. “You’re going to tie me up in here.”
He yanks on the knot until his bandana is tight around my wrists. His eyes meet mine in the mirror as the corner of his mouth tips up in a smirk. His hand comes to the back of my ass and he pulls down my yoga pants.
“Kill…” I whisper, or rather whimper. Massaging my butt, he slaps me across my ass cheek and I wince at the unexpected pain.
“Mmmm?” He’s trying to act innocent.
His finger glides over my folds before sliding inside. I hiss, my eyes rolling back. “Just fuck me,” I cry softly. My body reacts to Killian in a way that I can’t control.
My eyes pop open when he retracts his finger and I watch in desire as he grins, bringing his finger to his mouth while shaking his head. “Maybe.” Then he pops it out between his lips. “Or maybe not.”
Kicking my legs wide so I’m bending over with my hands bound, he drops to his knees between my legs and I cry out when his warm mouth massages over my pussy.
“Oh my god.”
He slows his movements, his tongue diving inside and curling against me. I toss and turn, needing to touch him.
“Killian, I need—”
Kill stands to his feet, wrapping my hair around his wrist and tugging my head back. He leans over me until his lips touch the back of my ear. “Need what, baby?”
Baby.
“You inside me…” I plead. “Please.”
His fingers come to my entrance again and I turn my head over my shoulder, my hair falling down one side. “Killian!” I scream. “Now!”
“Alright, alright, jeez…” He chuckles. “Chill. I’ll dick you down.”
“I’m going to hit you,” I grind out, anger simmering beneath the surface of my lust. I hear his belt buckle clink.
“Well you can’t.”
“We—” He slams inside of me and I scream, my head flying back and my legs dissolving under my weight.
He stops when he’s in deep, his balls rubbing against my clit. He leans over and once again brings his lips to my ear. “What was that you were going to say?”
