In Fury Lies Mischief (Midnight Mayhem 2)

“He had this?” I ask, lifting it up to Kill.

Killian shuffles his feet and says, “Yeah. They were looking for an assassin.” He watches my face for a reaction.

My hands shake as I hand it back to him. “I don’t know why someone would hire an assassin to kill me.”

Killian searches my eyes. “You sure you don’t know anything?”

I cross my hands in front of me. “I’ve already told you that I don’t.”

He shakes his head. “Yeah, okay.”

He’s being cryptic, but what he’s asking is for me to respect what the Brotherhood entails, and if anything, I do know about that.

He pulls me back under his arm and kisses me as we make our way back to my house.

After showing him around, we make our way up to my bedroom and I strip out of my clothes. “The things that you can’t tell me…”

Killian stills as he throws his top to the other side of the room. I’m momentarily paralyzed by his body. It’s as though every single inch of him was carved by the finest steel and then polished with gold.

“Does it have something to do with me?”

He drops down onto the bed, running his hands through his hair. “I don’t want to do this right now. If I know something that I think you need to know, then yeah, I’ll raise it with my Brothers.”

I chew on my bottom lip. I want to know. I want to know everything that he knows so that I’m not left out in the dark, but I’m also tired. Drained.

I move to the bed, standing in my lace underwear. His eyes turn dark and heavy.

“Fuck,” he whispers, grabbing me by the ass and pulling me onto his lap. He tears off my bra and looks up at me with a smirk, sucking my nipple into his mouth before tugging on it roughly when he pulls away. “Damn, girl.” His arm wraps around my waist and he slams me down onto the bed, spreading my legs wide with his knees. “I’m going to need you to wrap these sexy as fuck legs around my face.”

His hand runs up my navel, his touch electrifying me in all the right places. I don’t want to think of anything else but him. I want to drown in Killian and never resurface.

His hand moves down my belly and stops at my hip. He peers up at me, licking his lips before he dips underneath, his palm pressing against me.

I moan softly, my eyes drift closed. “Killian…”

A finger slips inside. I gasp, jerking my head back slightly. Leaning up on my elbows, my hair cascades down my back.

“Watch, Little Dragon.” He grips onto my lace panties and tears them off, tucking them into the back of his jean pocket. “Grab your phone.”

“What?” I pant, my chest rising and falling as he unbuckles his belt. His muscles flex around his movement.

“Grab your phone and start recording.”

“Killian!” I laugh. “We can’t make a sex tape. What if someone sees?”

He flicks off his button and unzips his jeans. My mouth waters. “Baby, you’ll be the one holding the phone, so if they see anything, it’ll only be me.”

“Why?” I ask. Why the fuck am I even thinking about this crazy idea?

I watch as his hand disappears into his jeans and he slowly pumps himself while keeping everything hidden. He smirks. “Because when I’m not around, or when something happens and we don’t get along, I don’t want you touching or thinking of anyone else but me when you’re fucking yourself. You have this to use at your every need. Get it.”

I pause. Think for two seconds and then shrug. Reaching aimlessly across the bed, I grab my phone, press the camera icon, and wait for it to open until I’m looking at Killian through my phone with a red light flashing.

He peers up and at the camera, killing me with a grin. “Yours.” He gestures down to his dick with a nudge of his head. “On record.”

My throat tightens as his cock springs free from his pants. His thick, glossy head slicked with pre-cum. He stops, leaning back over me and bending down until his tongue presses against my inner thigh.

I moan, my head tilting back. “No talking, baby, or they’ll know who you are.” He winks at the camera and I suck my lips into my mouth, shaking my head. He knows I can’t be silent to save my life.

He stops. “True that.” He gets to his feet and rips the belt out of his jeans until they fall to the ground.

Killian naked is a bad thing for the entire universe. It would end marriages and split families. I’m too lost in the view that when he’s above my head on the other side of the bed and sliding the belt under my head, my body paralyzes in shock.