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I ground my teeth together because I don't want to discuss this now. I'm about to push her away, but I see the sadness in her eyes, and I feel like an asshole. My intention was never to hurt Blair; she has been there for me without judgment for my appearance. She never complains and is always available.
"I have things I need to deal with, Blair," I tell her, trying to make her understand that now is not a good time.
Sarah leans across my desk, her breasts spilling out of her black top. Her blond hair frames her average face, giving me a sultry smile. "You're not married right now, Kill." She isn't my type, but Blair knows that, and it's probably why she chose to bring her.
I look down and see Blair pulling my cock out from my pants and stroking it to life. I close my eyes. Blair whimpers while Sarah spreads her legs to give me a view of her pussy. "Fuck me," Sarah says on a moan. "Hard, Kill."
Iwalk in the dining room promptly at seven like he requested. I don’t know why I felt a surge of excitement getting ready to meet him after finishing my yoga workout. The butterflies came and went for the first time.
I took care in selecting something nice to wear. I still opted to wear the mask, but I washed and straightened my hair. I was surprised to see various brushes, organic lotions, and a makeup collection in the bathroom.
Checking the time on my phone, I notice it’s ten past seven, and his seat at the end of the table is empty with a cover over his plate of food. I sit at the table and watch Agnes pour a glass of water near my plate.
I heard someone call her name after leaving the gym when I was craving a shower, and I smiled to myself because I liked it. It's a strong name.
I want to ask her where Killian is, and if I should start eating without him. I don't know why I should care, but I was hoping we could talk so he could tell me what his plans are with me besides the obvious. Maybe we could come to some type of agreement.
Living with my father felt like I was in a prison. I ate, worked out, took care of my appearance, and only had Ethan as a friend. But this is different.
My head lifts when a man I have seen working around the house walks in, checking a light I noticed was flickering alongside the baseboard, and I muster the courage to ask, "Do you know where Mr. Cross is?" The man straightens, but he doesn't look at me directly. Maybe he is put off because of the mask I'm wearing, or he's nervous and doesn't know if he should answer me, but then I hear him murmur, "In his office." He straightens and clears his throat. "Down the hallway to the right, third door on your left." And he's gone.
Waiting a few seconds, I look around the dining room and feel stupid sitting here by myself. Getting up, I leave the food untouched and make my way to Killian's office. My heart pounds when I turn to the left and reach the third door. My finger pushes the screen slightly, and it slides open. I instantly look away, closing my eyes.Killian.I blink the sting from my eyes.Why?
Looking down at my feet, I feel like my life just keeps crumbling. I shouldn't care because he is nothing to me. Just a man who bought me for selfish reasons.
I find the courage to look up, and the girl I saw him with the first night gasps, "Harder."
I suck in quick breaths but can't tear my eyes away because another girl is in the room. She is blonde compared to the other girl with long black hair.
The blonde whispers in his ear while he has the other girl bent over the desk on top of her with his pants below his ass, and judging from his position, he's thrusting inside her. The blonde sucks on his neck at the same time.
It hurts.
I have a ball lodged in my throat. He left me waiting for him while he was in here having sex with two women. Needles prick the inside of my nose, trying to seize my throat. I look down and notice my hands are shaking. A tear slides down my cheek, and I press the fabric of my mask over my cheek.
He’s fully dressed, wearing his mask, but to those two girls, he is God. It doesn't matter to them what he looks like underneath, and judging from their moans as he picks up speed, he’s probably not bad to look at without it.
I notice the way he walks around the house all confident and arrogant. He doesn’t care that he had to hide his face from anyone. Including me.
Holding himself with one arm on the edge of the desk, he wraps his arm around the girl's neck while thrusting inside her, and she smiles at something he said to her.
I’ve never had sex like that. Ethan never took me that way or whispered in my ear.
The blonde slides her hands under his tight-fitted shirt, and he grinds his hips into the other girl in slow, measured thrusts, causing her to moan. "Killian, I'm coming."
His other arm snakes behind him after releasing her, and the blonde moans while he plays with her clit. He doesn't waste any time making them both come, and he doesn't let up. He increases his speed, growling under his mask, fucking one while fingering the other. I could tell his skin was smooth from how his ass muscles flexed while thrusting inside her in swift movements. The contrast of his inked hands touching the dark-haired girl’s breast while he loses himself in her.
I wipe my neck from the tears falling under the mask, causing it to stick. When he growls, probably close to his release, I smack my hand on the screen hard and watch the door close.
"What the fuck!" he bellows before it closes completely.
I run, making sure I don’t stop or look back. I saw enough. I scramble down the hallway, mentally picturing the turns in my head back to my room.
"Lillith! Lilith!" His yells echo down the hallway. I keep running, cursing my favorite pointed boots, wishing I’d put on a pair of sneakers and a sweater instead.
Fuck Killian Cross. Fuck him.
I make it inside my room in record time and flick the lock to the door, backing away like I made it safe from the gateway to hell.
