In Fury Lies Mischief (Midnight Mayhem 2)

“Why what?” I ask gently. I turn into him more to give him my whole attention. I can almost feel people watching us in the background and I didn’t even think to realize that his parents are probably here too, watching this shitshow.

His eyes bore into mine. Blue swarming like hot flames. He hisses, tilting his head back to look at the sky.

His Adam’s apple bobs, and it’s not until his face comes back to mine that I realize he’s chuckling. “Of course.” He shakes his head to himself before bringing his thumb up to my lip. “Do villains have hearts, baby?”

I’m instantly confused by his question. I know that he’s drunk, and I know that I should be mad at him for a whole lot of things right now, but I can’t.

“I don’t know,” I challenge him. “Do they?”

He pauses, swallows, and then his eyes drop to my mouth. I dampen my lip just as he moves closer and closer. His lips slide over mine and I sigh, electricity possessing every part of me. He doesn’t kiss me. Merely leaving his lips slightly pressed against mine. “You’re mine, Little Dragon, even when you don’t want to be, and especially when I don’t want you to be.”

I gulp, bringing my fingers up behind his neck and running them down the back of it. “You seem different.”

He kisses me. My lips open and his tongue slips inside. He doesn’t force it, or rush it, or kiss me manically. He merely takes his time, massaging my tongue with his. He runs the tip of his tongue over the curve of my lip. “Exactly how I’d eat your pussy right now.”

My thighs clench together as the words leave him. He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, licking and flicking it, his piercing hitting my teeth every few seconds.

I push myself into him so he has to kiss me harder.

I need him harder.

He doesn’t slow his speed, his arm unhooking from around my legs. I swing them around and straddle his lap, unzipping his hoodie to feel closer to him. I press my palm to his chest, the warmth and cut lines instantly bringing me peace. Raking my fingers up the side of his neck, my hands dive into his hair as I pull back, resting my forehead on his. My heart is roaring in my chest at speeds that I can’t control, threatening to spin out and burn the whole world down in its wreck. Our breathing is heavy, my panting desperate.

“Say it.” His eyes search mine. “Say that you’ll always be mine.”

“While you go off with Callan? No.”

“Fuck Callan!” Killian growls. “Haven’t had my dick in her since you’ve been on it.”

My eyes narrow.

He smirks. “Is my Little Dragon a little fucking jealous?” He raises a perfect eyebrow, and I finally see a crack of the Killian I know.

“Jealous? Pretty sure I didn’t hit someone…”

“No.” Kill comes forward, his hands coming to my ass as he pulls me into his crotch. “But I fuckin’ did, and Saskia, I’d kill any motherfucker who touched you.”

I pause, searching his eyes.

He leans back, but his eyes remain on mine. A slow smirk comes to his mouth. “And by the way, pretty sure you almost did hit her…”

I bring my hand to his chin, squeezing his cheek and forcing his eyes to mine. “I don’t like her, Killian. You want to get mad? Fine. Get mad. I don’t expect anything out of whatever the fuck we are because I’m not on the market for a boyfriend and I’m pretty sure you’re not on the market for a girlfriend, but you go near that bitch again and she’s not the only one who is going to get hit.” I release his cheeks when I realize I probably look like a stage ten psycho.

His eyes weaken as he licks his bottom lip. “You’re sexy as fuck when you’re jealous.”

“I’m not joking.”

His smirk disappears, his arm snaking around my back to force me closer to him. He feels weird. His words are coming in, but there’s something… “Baby, I don’t want Callan. You’re right, I’m not on the market for a girlfriend and shit, I might never be. It’s never been something I wanted or planned for, so I won’t make any promises. But I’ll stay away from Callan. You have my word on that. I gotta ask…” He grins, his eyes dropping to my lips. “Why didn’t you ever rub it in my face? Aside from you and the party, you never slept with anyone else in revenge. Or kissed anyone. Any time I saw any of the boys drippin’ over you, you either didn’t give enough of a fuck to notice or was slightly repulsed.”

I shrug. “I’ve never been that girl.”

His focus stays on mine. “What girl?”