Page 55 of Trailer Trash

My hips buck despite his warning. The edge bites into my throat, not enough to cut, but enough for the flash of fear to sharpen my orgasm. Killian’s suddenly closer. At the height of my euphoria, his lips near my ear, his breath hot and igniting me further.

“You’re so fuckin’ pathetic when you cum.” Only then does he lift the knife. He drags the flat down my throat, and his warm tongue follows the path it leaves.

I clutch the back of his head, keeping him close as I ride the high of his cruel words and sensual touch.

It’s erotic and earth-shaking.

When I come down, I’m wrecked.

He goes for another.

It takes such little time for me to arch my back and shudder.

He holds back a laugh. “Are you cumming — Again?”

I can’t respond. My mouth is locked open as I climax, and it’s freaking glorious. He moves faster, watching my body convulse under his touch.

Now he’s just doing it for his own amusement.

When my eyes flutter open, he smirks.

“You sad, sad, sweet thing.”

I grab a pillow and put it over my face, embarrassed.

“Ugh! How do you do that to me?”

“Why do you fight it?”

“Kill—”

His hand is still down my pants, and slowly, he teases my clit. I fling the pillow off my face and grab his wrist. He doesn’t budge.

“I mean it! No more.” I buck my hips, but he easily keeps his hand in place, forcing my body to remain on the bed.

His eyes pin on mine. Oddly, his gaze reflects a darkness and an intensity that doesn’t signal he’s about to take what he wants. There’s something else hidden beneath their depths.

I whisper his name, confused.

“I don’t think I’ve had this much fun with a woman before,” he says, and massages the tingling spot once more. “I feel bad for you now.”

“Why?”

“I get addicted to fun.”

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Killian

I’m surprised by how damn sober Harlow suddenly looks, but I consider this progress. She tugs at my wrist again, but I keep my hand firmly in place. My fingertip barely swipes over her overstimulated clit, making her writhe.

Once.

Pause.

Twice.

Pause.