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“How do you know I won’t destroy you?” I asked him, pressing his index and middle finger under the seam of my panties and into my wet throbbing pussy.
My lips fell open when Killian moved closer, pressing his fingers into me and I needed to take over. I slid my body over his so I could straddle him. A hiss left his lips, the air hot on my neck. “Be careful, little one, you’re playing with fire.” His voice was husky.
“I like the heat,” I mouthed as I lowered my lips to his.
“One kiss.” He bit my bottom lip.
“One kiss and you get me off with your fingers,” I countered his offer. He laughed into my mouth as he gave me a lustful, devastating kiss. It was demanding and sexy. My wet pussy throbbed as I ground over his fingers as he curled them inside me. Killian sucked my lower lip into his mouth, and I whimpered, biting him desperately in response. I wasn’t sure what I was doing, but did it anyway. My hands found his hair, tousling it. Taking a fistful, I pulled his head back further into the leather couch he was on so I could deepen the kiss while his tongue stroked mine. “I want to feel your tongue between my legs,” I breathlessly breathed into his mouth as his fingers moved in and out of me in a hunger of sensual desire. His hips thrusted up to meet mine, his erection pressed hard against the seam of his Amani dress pants. I brushed my breasts against his chest, chasing the friction we were creating together. He laughed into my mouth.
“You’re something. I completely mis-judged you, Miss Walsh, and I fucking like this feral side.”
“You should never judge a book by its cover, Mr. Kinahan.” It was my turn to smile into his lips. He grabbed my ass with his free hand, pressing his finger deep into the flesh and moved his thumb, slipping it under my panties. “Fuck,” I growled and tensed as he breached my tight asshole and pressed deeper stimulating my channel. That pressure, along with his hard cock and his fingers inside my dripping pussy, had tears running down my cheeks. He didn’t stop. He didn’t ask if I was ok. Nor did he apologize for the invasion of my asshole and the tears. I found that hotter than anything I had ever experienced before. If this was what a monster was like, I was all fucking in. He met my movements and ground me up and down over his muscular body. My pussy was pulsing around his fingers, my hips matching his and our kiss had turned feral—fighting each other by biting, sucking and drawing blood from each other’s lips.
Each movement made my clit scrape against the leather panties. He felt like fire, and I was chasing that fire all the way to a climax that was climbing up my spine.
“I feel like I’m … I’m …” I tried to articulate what it was, but I couldn’t. It felt like floating and crashing at the same time. I had hot tears streaming over my body and I felt so fucking lost yet so alive that I was quivering in his arms. I wanted him to do more of the things more of all of it. More pain, I wanted him to hurt me. To replace the emptiness with his brand of pain. “Killian, take the pain from me, feed my empty with your own signature of hell,” I breathed into his lips, sucking the blood from them.
He hissed into my mouth, his tongue wrestled with mine. I cried as he rubbed me against him faster and harder. Everything inside me clenched, my muscles bunching.
“God … Fuck me…I’m … I mean, I …” I growled at the same time as a wave of warm pleasure descended on my body, little earthquakes everywhere.
“Fuck me is right,” he grunted into my lips as he kissed me deeper. His hands were everywhere on me. His thumb slid from my ass and up my torso, rubbing at my nipple under the thick leather of my bra.
I sighed into his mouth, “Gus bàsachadh taobh a-staigh gàirdeanan uilebheist.” My Gaelic was laden with lust. He turned me on and gave me a release I had never experienced before. But let’s face it, Eric was a man scared of a strong women who knew what she wanted. And Eric, bless his cotton socks, was scared of his own dick, though he knew how to use it. Pity he hadn’t figured out that each one of my climax’s was fake.
Killian tore his lips from mine, his eyes pinning me with a heavy glare. “What did you say?” he asked me. I repeated what I said.
“In English it means—” He cut me off with his finger to my lips.
“It means to die inside the arms of a monster.” Searching my eyes, he ran his fingers down my cheek spreading them around my neck, then applying a little pressure that had lightening sparking inside my body. He was lighting a fire I was scared I couldn’t contain. “You speak Gaelic?” he asked me.
“Well, yes and so do you by the sounds of it.” I was shocked at his sudden change. His fingers dug tighter into my flesh and I knew I would have beautiful little purple finger prints on my flesh in the morning. The music stopped and the announcer spoke through the speakers. “The one you all came for. The beauty that is the one and only Miss Enigma.” The men all went crazy and even a few female voices called out and wolf whistled. “See guys even the ladies have a girl crush on her.” His throaty I’ve smoked a pack a day for twenty years voice echoed around us. Killian shifted his hips. He was uncomfortable with the way people reacted to me and it gave me power. The tables had shifted and I was in control for now anyway.
“Sorry, Uilebheist(monster),but I’m up.” I leaned down, bit his lips as his fingers released from around my neck. Kitty walked in and pulled me into her. I smiled and her eyes moved over my shoulder to Killian.
“Well, well, this is where you have been hiding out. Nothing like riding the bosses dick to fuck off the mass of bitches that have a hard on for him out there.” She winked at me.
“Kitty,” Killian warned her.
“Boss man, remember you’re a wanted man and not just by all the female race.” She warned him right back. “Stick out your tongue, boo.” I did as she said. The little white pull dropped onto the tip of it. Closing my eyes, I shallowed that little pill with the last of my Agave. I pressed my fingertips to my lips and blew Killian a kiss as “S&M” by Rihanna blasted around the club. My choice of red lights descended on the stage and fog blew in as I made my way up onto the platform. Chains were hung from the roof and I used them to wrap around myself as I pulled myself up. I wrapped my ankles around them midway, then dramatically fell back and moved to the music. The tequila and white pill worked together to free me. The pleasure was still rolling in thick sensual waves over my body. I was someone else tonight and I fucking loved it. I moved my hands over my body picturing Killian’s. I played with their senses like he had mine. I made love to myself high above the screaming men while wrapped in cold chains. I was fucking begging him mentally to want me as much as I wanted him. I knew loving a monster wasn’t in my plans and that he was un-loveable, he didn’t do girlfriends. I danced upside down from the chains. Killian had moved out to his seat in the middle of the room, nestled towards the back. The low red light lit him up like a god. He fisted a cigarette from his packet and lit it, sucking in deep and his other hand nestled over his crotch. I mouth to him, “I may be bad, but I am good at it.” With that I unlinked my ankles and fell to the stage as the music ended and money rained all over the stage. The way Killian’s eyes were trained on me made me feel like I was on fire. He found a whole different way of lighting a fire inside of me and now we both were struggling to extinguish it.
I entertained the idea of calling an Uber and going home, but then what was the point? I had told father I was staying away and Mother would be so high on her cocktail of uppers and downers while drinking her herbal tea which was just a large glass of warmed vodka with wedges of lemon slipped over the surface. Father wasn’t stupid Orla. Nor was I. I took in deep, cool lungfuls of air while sitting on the bins that were behind Club Envy. My skin was heated from the bodies inside. The white pill danced around in my system and to silent music inside my head, causing a pleasant friction between my thighs. My mind walked back through the way Killian touched me, pulling my fingers toward my neck and the marks I knew would be there. My other hand dropped to my thigh as I slowly pulled my nails over the flesh.
“Look, Carl, it’s the beauty. That is Enigma.” I snapped my eyes open to a voice I recognized. Losing my grip on the bin, I slipped to the cold alleyway as his hands reached for me. My skin quivered under his touch and my body sobered up fast. His eyes locked with mine and he recognized me instantly as I tried to pull free from his grip.
“What the fuck,” Eric spat at me. Carl staggered into us, pushing Eric into me and me into the bins, causing them to fall over with a loud crash. The bouncer from the front popped his head around the side. He saw me and the whites of my eyes screaming fear as Eric’s fingers pinched my cheeks and twisted my head from side to side. “You’re a fucking whore.” His words were like a whip as spittle from his mouth hit my face.
“I’ll have a go, brother,” Carl slurred, still not realizing that it was me. He was drunk like always—five beers, two shots and a bloody Mary had him in their grip and wasn’t letting go. He fell to the ground with a thump and laughed at himself.
“You alright there?” the bouncer called and I opened my mouth and screamed out a help me, not fucking wanting to be anywhere near him or his touch. The bouncer came down the alley in long strides.
“You wanna continue to breath, Eric?” I spluttered out on a shaking voice. “I would fucking run fast.” He shot his eyes toward the bouncer, who was getting awfully close. “NOW!” I spat at him. He saw the warning in my eyes and shoved me hard into the arms of Tony. I took a deep breath. “Thank fuck for you,” I mouth breathlessly into his chest. Killian came out just as Tony pulled me back to look me over. He twisted my face toward the small light that hung from the back of the club—new red marks dotted my neck.
“What the fuck is going on?” I closed my eyes exhausted. “Tony, you can tell him. I’m heading home. Night, boys.” I flicked the peace sign and walked from the alleyway, leaving them to watch me.
