Consequences of Deception (8 page)

It is a Godsend that there are luggage carts in the parking garage because without them, it would take an eternity to unload the van. When we get up to the floor our condo is on, I realize that Chord and the rest of the security team have three condos down the hall from the one that Killian and I are sharing. I hadn’t given it too much thought last night, and I assumed they were on-site somewhere, just not that they are literally down the hall.

It makes sense, but having all of this security around is a huge change in Killian’s life because he never had security before. Oh, sure, there has been security at his companies’ headquarters to keep things under lock and key, but he hasn’t had personal security hanging around with him. I’m dying to know how long this has been going on, but I know that I can’t ask.

Once all of the bags that Killian indicates are ours are brought into our condo, the security team leaves to go put their own stuff away. It takes almost half an hour to unpack and put away all of the groceries that Killian has purchased, and it is pretty damn uncomfortable working with him as we stand together putting everything in order. He is Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde to me and I don’t want to rub him the wrong way.

The second that everything is taken care of in the kitchen I scurry off to my bedroom to put away all of the clothes that I’ve bought while Killian takes all the bags full of movies I’ve gotten into the living room to sort through. He laughed in the store when he saw that seventy-five percent of my movie choices were eighties movies, but when I smiled back at him he quickly went back to being a dick. When he pulled Top Gun out of the cart and set it on the conveyor belt, he laughed harshly.

“You and this fucking movie. I bet that you still want your wedding song to be ‘
Take My Breath Away’
. Will you tell your groom that you used to play the song on a loop and think of me?”

Instead of answering, I glared and turned my back on him. It blows dealing with his mood swings. The whole Wal-Mart trip really sucked and I hope we don’t have to shop together again any time soon.

I drag out the process of hanging, folding and putting everything in order, so much so that it takes me over an hour to finish. I don’t want to deal with Killian so I am doing everything within my power to stay as far away from him as humanly possible in the hopes that out of sight means out of mind.

Sitting on the edge of my bed, I stare out the sliding glass doors at the crystal clear ocean in the late afternoon sun. It looks so inviting that I want to run down and throw myself in, but I don’t feel like walking through the living room and dealing with Killian just yet. A knock at my bedroom door marks the end of my alone time and, after taking a deep breath, I open it wide and find myself looking right at him.

Looking me up and down, he clenches his jaw. “I told you that I don’t want to see you dressed like this anymore. Why are you still wearing this shit?”

My reaction bubbles out of me like hot lava. “I’m not your goddamn doll! I’ve been in here organizing everything I got at Wal-Mart and making piles of the things that you’re demanding that I get rid of. I wasn’t aware that I needed to change right away, asshole!”

I realize my mistake as the last syllable leaves my mouth and his eyes go cold. Stepping closer to me he grabs my shirt and rips it from collar to hem, smacking my hands away as I let out a yelp and try to struggle.

Pulling me up against his chest, he holds me immobile as I stare at him in shock. “Are you really sure that you want to keep poking the fucking bear, Sloane?”

My chest is heaving against his and I am so stunned by his behavior that I can only shake my head emphatically in answer. I shudder as his eyes wander from my face down to my breasts and I am mortified when I feel my nipples harden painfully against the cotton of my bra.

I’m the worst kind of fool and I hate myself for it. I
should not
want him anymore and I certainly shouldn’t want him coming at me in anger, but clearly, I haven’t learned. In spite of the fact that I know that I shouldn’t, I want him. I tense up as his gaze shifts to my side, burning a hole through the scar that runs up my left side. If there is a time that he is going to get angry and go off, this is it.

I stop breathing and he growls, an animalistic noise that I feel from the roots of my hair to the tips of my toes. I open my mouth to ask him to let me go and then snap it shut when he lifts me up and tosses me onto the bed. My breath comes in bursts and it takes me a few seconds to say anything because I have no idea what, exactly, to say.

“Please, Killian…”

It’s like I just lit the fuse. I gasp and try to cover myself as he undoes the button and zipper of my shorts and yanks them off of me. He makes a sound of annoyance at my feeble attempt at modesty before grabbing my hands and lifting them over my head, using his left hand to hold them immobile.

He stares at my body like he is in a trance, letting out a harsh sound that gives me goosebumps. “That’s right, Sloane. Fucking beg me for it. I’m finally going to give you what you’ve always wanted.”

I shake my head in denial. “No! Not anymore, asshole! I don’t want you!”

His eyes snap up from staring at my body so that he can look me in the eye, his pupils so big that his eyes look black. “Just like everything that’s ever come out of your mouth, that’s a goddamn lie.”

I buck when he grabs my leg with his right hand, bending my knee before pushing my leg out so that I am more open to him. He doesn’t break eye contact as he does it, and he smacks at my thigh when I try to bring my legs back together. “Open your legs. Don’t make me ask you again.”

“Don’t do this, Killian…”

He doesn’t back off even a little bit.

“Spread. Your. Legs.
Now.
”

It is as if my body is operating itself without any help from me, and I shiver as I do what he demands. I realize that he let go of my hands when he grabs ahold of my spread thighs and yanks me forward so that I am cradling him between my legs. Immediately I bring my hands forward to try to push him away, but he stops me dead in my tracks.

“Hands back where they belong. Don’t disobey me unless you want to be punished. I like to get rough, princess. Are you ready for that?”

Whimpering, I shake my head even as my inner slut perks up and nods enthusiastically. What in the hell is even wrong with me? I should probably see a therapist about my Killian addiction immediately.

I can feel his hardness against my center and I startle when he thrusts against me. Against my will I gasp, and he takes this as his invitation to do it again. I am mortified when I feel my inner walls clenching, a clear indicator that my body wants him to continue on with what he is doing.

“Such a bad, bad girl. Even now, you can barely control yourself. Your mouth might say that you don’t want this, but your body wants me as much as it always has. Did you think I could forget how badly you wanted me back when you were jailbait, princess? I haven’t forgotten all the times that I found you in my pool dripping wet and wanting me to fuck you. I knew damn well that on those nights when you left my yard, you ached so badly for it that you were sliding your fingers into your panties, right down into the pool of wetness that seeing me created. How many times did you touch yourself imagining that it was my fingers spreading your wetness around, circling your clit as you begged me to take you? How many times did you come calling my name inside your head as your fingers thrust inside your hot little cunt?”

I shake my head to deny his words, but it doesn’t change the truth of them. Chuckling softly, he leans over me, his lips hovering just above mine as he whispers, “Little liar. You and I both know that’s exactly what you were doing. I’ll let you in on a little secret; I came so many times imagining the way you’d scream when I made you come. I needed the sweet taste of you on my tongue, wanted to spread your legs and feast on that virginal pussy and then, I was going to fuck you until you couldn’t walk without wincing for a week. Now, we’re both going to get what it was that we wanted back then.”

I can feel the heat of his breath and mouth against my lips as he speaks, but he doesn’t kiss me. Instead, he starts to grind against me again, a slow and controlled rocking motion that makes me dig my nails into my palms as I try to remind myself that I am
not
supposed to be enjoying this.

The rocking stops when he starts making his way down my body, and I bite my tongue in order not to make a sound of annoyance that he’s stopped rubbing against me. It’s official—I am the world’s biggest idiot.

He nips and sucks at my belly in several places and the feeling is unexpected and hard for me to deal with because it bothers me that it feels so good. I startle as I feel his hands on either side of my panties as he tugs them down my legs, dropping them onto the bed next to me once he has them off.

“Fuckkk,” he growls. “I
love
that your pussy isn’t totally bare. This tiny bit of hair you have is fucking hot, princess.”

Taking my thighs into his hands, he pushes me across the bed before climbing up, situating his head between my legs, setting his nose against my little patch of pubic hair and breathing deeply. My whimper of embarrassment causes him to look up at me, and I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from making another noise as he stares at me.

“You smell fucking
incredible
,” he rasps.

I open my mouth to say something… anything… but nothing comes out as he looks back to my center before leaning in, spreading me with his fingers and giving me one wet, hot lick. No one else has ever touched me there and I’m actually horrified by how much my body loves it.

Looking up at me, he smiles. To me, it looks a lot like victory and I hate myself for giving him this win.

“Let’s not play the ‘
I don’t want this’
game anymore, hmm? You’re incredibly fucking wet and it isn’t because you don’t want me. This tight little cunt knows who’s the boss and the sooner you stop pretending otherwise, the easier things will be. Being a whiny fucking brat is just a waste of time, Sloane. Do you realize that?”

He gives me no time to answer before using his hands to spread my legs wider. I gasp as he begins licking and suckling at me in earnest. I hate myself for not fighting, for letting him win, but it feels unbelievably good and I lose the battle to stay silent as moans and little cries work themselves free of my throat. Every one of my senses are engaged, so much so that even the silken glide of his hair tickling my inner thighs is making me crazy.

The things he is doing to me with his tongue are mind-blowing, and I have to keep reminding myself to breathe. He growls at me to put my legs over his shoulders as he cups my bottom, elevating me so that my center is right against his mouth. Again and again he sticks his tongue inside of me, wiggling and thrusting as I thrash my head back and forth and try to hold onto my control. I am failing and I know it, but with each passing second I care less and less.

I get closer to the edge with each scrape of his beard against me when he moves his head a certain way. The sound of him eating me out is only making me wetter, his sexy groans hitting me like shots of pure liquid lust right into my veins.

Setting his lips at the hood of my clit, he sucks in before beginning a fast motion with his tongue that makes me see stars. Against my will, I start thrusting against his tongue, crying out as he hits the spot again and again. I watch his face as he devours me, and the moment he opens his eyes and looks at me I let out a little cry as I hurtle over the edge.

He changes the pressure of his tongue but doesn’t stop licking and suckling at me. I arch involuntarily as he opens his jaw and puts his whole mouth over my mound before biting down softly. As he pulls back, he kisses and gently licks around my lips, nibbling at me softly. I remind myself again and again that I don’t want this, that I need to push him away, but my body is having none of it. My mind wants to push him away but my body is pulling him in closer. He licks and sucks and nibbles at me until I am right there again and he makes me come for the second time.

He doesn’t stop until after he wrings every single ounce of pleasure humanly possible out of my body, and by the time he is finished I am like a limp noodle, gasping for air, and a total sweat-covered mess.

I don’t know what to expect now, but I am certain that whatever is going to happen is going to lead to sex. Shame washes over me as I admit to myself that my body isn’t against the idea at all. I’m going to be having sex with him for the next year and I have to admit… under different circumstances, I’d sign up for the chance.

When he pushes back off the bed and stands up, I expect him to take his clothes off. Instead, he turns and walks away. When he gets to the door, he looks back at me. “If you had any real doubt about the fact that I own your body, I hope that cleared it up for you. Take a shower and be ready to go to dinner in an hour.”

Without another word he leaves my room, slamming the door behind him. I stare at the back of the door in silence for about a minute before jumping up and running into the bathroom. I spend the next twenty minutes shaking like a leaf in the shower as tears pour down my face. Once upon a time I’d have given anything to have Killian touching my body, but not like this.

Never like this.