In Fury Lies Mischief (Midnight Mayhem 2)

“I know,” he slurs slightly, walking farther into the room. “We shouldn’t do this, right? Because it’s fucking bad.”

“Yes…” I answer, slowly standing up from the bed while still clutching my towel.

“There’s only one thing wrong with that.” He comes toe-to-toe with me, his breath tainted with potent whiskey. His fingers flex around the top of my towel as my eyes come up to his. “I am bad. How the fuck are you so fucking beautiful?”

Everything inside of me turns cold.

He continues, his fingers sliding back and forth over my swollen breasts while still being tucked into the towel. “It’s a mindfuck.”

“Killian, you’re—”

He flicks the edge of my towel and I let it fall to pool at my feet. I’m standing in front of him. Naked. With nothing to hide my insecurity or his scrutiny. Some assume that an attractive woman is a confident woman, but that’s just not true. Self-esteem issues hide behind a range of faces, it doesn’t just appear on one particular type of person. I thought I was better at hiding my inner feelings, but obviously Killian has picked up on it. Watch the girls who smile too often and have no problem flashing skin. Insecurity doesn’t always come dressed in sweats, sometimes it walks in with its shoulders back and a smile on its face. Some are better at hiding it than others.

Sucking in a breath, I remember that I’m standing naked in front of him. It’s not so much the size of my body that I’m stressing about, it’s everything. Are my boobs too big? Too small? I know they’re not symmetrical. Bet his holy hands have only ever touched bodies that are Instagram worthy. At that thought, I squirm away.

“If you tell me that you’re insecure because of another man, Saskia, I’ll kill him.”

I lick my lips. I was expecting to see a smirk, or anything playful that he usually flashes, but his face is void of anything but solemnity.

“Killian, you’re drunk.”

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

He steps forward.

I step back. “You are.”

“I need to taste you, and then I’ll leave you alone.”

“What?” I almost yell, confused.

“Say yes.” The glint in his eyes alights with mischief. Killian is the kind of wild you want to run away with, not cage. He’s an untamed animal, turbulent and vicious.

Before I can register what I’m doing, I say, “yes.”

He drops to his knees and buries his face between my thighs. I grab onto his hair as he hitches one of my legs over his shoulder.

“Oh fuck…” My head rolls to the side, my bottom lip catching between my teeth. His tongue flicks over my clit in perfectly pressured licks before he presses his tongue against me and slowly shakes his head. This man knows entirely too much about this.

He groans, the sound vibrating over my clit as his finger dips inside of me.

“Killian.” The words fall from my lips fluently. He leans back, gripping onto my ass as he lays me back on the floor, my knees on either side of his face.

“Ride my face, baby.” He looks up at me from beneath his thick lashes, his bright blue eyes urging me silently to use him however I want. For as long as I want.

“I need you inside of me.”

“Not tonight.” He pushes me up, flips me around so I’m reverse cowgirl, and spreads my ass cheeks wide.

Before he puts his lips back on me, he calls out, “If any of you nosey fuckers wanna close the door, that’d be great, but you’ll be flashed with Saskia’s beautiful fucking ass.”

There’s chuckling down the hall. “Asshole.”

“Killian!” I scold, slapping his leg. “Stop be—” His mouth covers my pussy.

“Shut the fuck up and come on my face.”

My hips buck and I reach beneath his pants, grabbing onto his cock. Pulling it out, I gasp slightly when I’m finally met face-to-face with his heavy girth. Veins ripple beneath the skin, his head thick and glossy. I lick my lips and bend forward, sucking him into my mouth and curving my tongue around his base.

“Fuck,” he rumbles against my pussy. I lean forward, pulling him deeper into my mouth until he’s sliding down my throat. I gag, spit, and twist as I continue to devour him. The moans, groans, and occasional “Fuck!” only hyping me up even more. My nails dig into his inner thighs, I feel my body tense.

“Not yet,” he growls, squeezing my ass cheek tightly. His left hand slips beneath as he dips his index finger inside of me, circling.

“Killian…” I warn, attempting to ride his finger. “I need you inside me.”

“Not tonight.” His finger extracts and my mouth finds him again. He’s thicker than he was before, his cock pulsing slightly beneath my palm. His mouth comes back to my clit and he licks me down until his tongue is flicking inside of my pussy. His hand slides over the crack of my ass as his tongue presses against my clit.