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"The same way you did. Through the door."
"Get out," I demand, bending down to pick up the three outfits I planned on trying on.
"Now, why would I do that?"
I huff. "Because I don't want to see you, and I have no interest in talking to you."
"You are so pretty when you're angry, but you're even more beautiful when I make you come."
My palms begin to sweat, and I'm thankful I have the clothes in my hands, but my thighs clench as I remember all the things he did to my body in vivid detail. I could be turning eighty years old, and I would always remember the night he made me his. But I deflect my feelings because I can't fall for him. He plans to get rid of me.
"I'm sure you have me mixed up with someone else. Since I met you, I have seen you fuck different women and make them come. Trust me, you have made it clear I'm nothing special. I'll be tossed out like a pile of garbage on the mainland."
I don't want to sound jealous even though deep down I was, but now I'm past caring. I left the house because it hurt too much to know why I was there, and I'm trying to figure out how to return. But he's screwing things up for me by showing up here.
I've thought of running, but where would I go?
"Try on the clothes."
"Leave."
He gets up from the chair and stalks closer. I step back almost to the door, looking up at him in defiance.
I should run, but I can't move. It feels like my feet are glued to the carpeted floor.
His mask ghosts my ear when he leans closer and whispers, "No." Awareness creeps in like a sneaky bitch down my neck. "Allow me." He takes the clothes from my hands and holds the first one up, cocking his head. "Where's the rest of it?"
I roll my eyes. "I'm not a droid."
"No because droids don't have clothes. Where's the rest of it, Lillith?"
"Are you worried I'll show too much?"
He lifts his mask over his mouth and darts his tongue out. Before I can lean away, he licks my lips like an animal. "Not at all. I want to make sure you can handle my possessive streak."
"What, are you going to hurt everyone who touches me?" I snort, rolling my eyes dramatically. "Why would you care? And stop licking me."
"You should see the last guy," he responds. "If I lick it, I eat it."
"Very funny, Cross."
"What did I say about calling me Cross?"
"Fine, Killlll."
I want to defy him. I want to push because he made me feel shitty.
He pushes me against the wall on the left, and I turn my face to the side. "You want me to eat you, Lillith? You want me to fuck you? I can smell how bad you want me."
I tilt my head and pin him with a stare. "Fuck. You."
He snags his bottom lip with his teeth, and I wish I could see the expression on his face hidden behind half the mask. When he pushes his body into me, I can feel the ridge of his hard cock.
"Trust me, nothing can take up space in my mind than the image of you taking my cock––only you." His hands slide up my tight pants, stopping at the curve of my waist. "Take this off. I want to see you try on the clothes I buy for you. Just make sure it covers your pussy. That's for my eyes only."
He steps away from me, and I swear if the wall hadn't been behind me, I would have crumpled to the floor. The scent of him clouds my vision. It's like he's a magician who can hypnotize me and make me do whatever he wants.
I strip for him because Killian Cross is a dangerous man. I can feel the side of him that is evil and doesn't relent when he wants something. He will do anything to get it. He waits in the dark. The same way he had been waiting for me all these years since we met unofficially, waiting for the right time. Just like now, when I thought I was on my own in the city, he shows up unannounced doing whatever the fuck he wants because he can.
