Killer

“Okay.”

With a sharp nod, he leads me down the hall. K deftly removes a card from his pocket and opens the door.

“Go sit.” He points at the bed. “I have some first-aid supplies.”

I drop onto the pristine white duvet. “What?”

“A medical kit. I have to fix you up.”

A medical kit?

He brought me to his room to give me first aid? The thought is more depressing than I imagined. Maybe that kiss in Gabriel’s office was a one-time thing, a mistake in K’s mind. Either way, I don’t need or want his pity, or anyone else’s for that matter.

“I’m fine, K. I’m not bleeding. Ice is really all I can do for it.” I move to get up and K pins me in place with his eyes. The argument drains out of me and I sit back down.

K scowls. “No. You need anti-inflammatories. It’s going to swell and it’s going to hurt. Fuck.” K squeezes his eyes shut, his beautiful face twisted as if he’s in agony, the tendons in his neck bulging. Those haunting silver eyes pop back open, locking on to mine. “I wanted to kill him for touching you.”

Stunned at his admission, I pat the bed. “Come sit with me.”

His lethal expression vanishes, replaced by uncertainty. The bravest man I know takes a step back. “I shouldn’t,” he whispers.

I stare at this big, strong fighter as he attempts to turn away. No. I refuse to let him do his usual dodge and flee routine. This time, he’s going to answer my questions. “Why not?”

“I’m… I’m not a good person, Britt. Things I’ve done.” K licks his lips and swallows, his throat rippling. I want to lick and bite my way across the rough skin, lave my tongue over it, taste his sweat, rub my body all over his until I’m coated in his scent. K’s eyes roam over my body. He shudders and I feel it in my groin. “Things I want to do to you. I can’t… I refuse to ruin you.”

I stand up, determined to see what he’ll allow. K watches as I walk over, only stopping when my body is a fraction of an inch from touching his. My hands find the hem of his hoodie and I slip them inside, gliding my fingers up over each ridge of his abs, stopping when I palm his wide chest.

“You won’t ruin me, K. I’m stronger than I look. I just need… I don’t know what I need. I’ve been looking and can’t find it. Whatever it is, I think you can give it to me.”

K twists his mouth as he thinks about what I said. Before I can react, he grabs my hips, tugging me forward. I feel the hard length of his erection digging into my abdomen. His head drops to my left ear and I quickly duck around him so his mouth is on my right. “What kind of things do you think you need, Britt?” His breath tickles my ear and neck, causing goose bumps to spread over my sensitized skin. “Because I’m not a nice guy. The things I want to do to you, they’re harsh and depraved and filthy.”

His words have me panting, grinding my pussy against the thick muscle of his thigh. I skim one hand further up to his chest, finding a nipple. Not really knowing what I’m doing, I twist it between my fingers. The action turns K feral; growling, he grips my backside in his huge hands as he spins us around. My back slams against the wall and I groan with pleasure. K yanks my arms out from under his shirt to pin them above my head. With a sinuous ripple of his lower body in a move that would make Magic Mike jealous, K rubs his crotch against me, pushing that huge thigh up into my aching pussy.

If the wall weren’t behind me, I’d drop my head back in ecstasy. “God,” I moan. “I need… I need your strength… and power. I need to feel safe…” I gulp down air between breathy words.

“Safe? What does that mean?” K skims his mouth down my neck to where it meets my shoulder. Before I can explain he bites the soft flesh and tight tendons… hard.

“Oh Jesus.” My knees weaken and I would collapse if K weren’t holding me up. “Yesssssss.”

He releases my stinging skin, laving his hot tongue over the area. “You like it rough?” K breathes into my ear.

I convulse with pleasure. “I-I don’t know.”

“You like to be restrained?”

“I-I…” My legs are now quivering.

“Pain?”

I throw my head back, my chest heaving, my underwear wet from my body’s reaction to K’s husky words. I’m not thinking, merely reacting when I answer. “God, yes.”

“Fuuuuuck,” he groans. K lets me go, taking a step back. I’m about to beg him to come back when he reaches behind his shoulders and yanks off his sweatshirt, tossing it to the floor. Mesmerized, I stare as he shoves his shorts down and kicks them aside, standing gloriously naked in front of me.

“I don’t know why, Britt, but I can’t stop thinking about you. You make me want things… things I don’t deserve. But I can’t fight it anymore. The need for you is stronger than me.”

His words make me melt and I lick my lips as my eyes drift down. Oh god. I have no idea what to do first. I’m eager to taste the wide expanse of skin on his pecs, those pebbled copper discs, to trace my tongue over every line of ink on his body. Then my eyes find his thick cock, erect and waiting for me to take it in my mouth. He’s stunning.

“Strip,” he commands. I whimper when K wraps a big hand around his length and begins to stroke. The sheer power contained within his body, all hard muscle and cut ridges, has me writhing. He’s like a gorgeous, coiled panther, ready to strike, and he’s staring at me like I’m his prey.