Killer

“Oh my god.” Suddenly, I can’t get naked fast enough. Because he was training in the cage today, I’m wearing casual Capri leggings and a lightweight T-shirt. The clothes come off quickly, dropped somewhere on the hideous hotel carpet.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” K’s eyes shine with lust and a hint of danger. I should be afraid, but I’m not. I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life. One step of his long, sinewy legs puts K directly in front of me. His arm darts out, a strong hand threading into my hair, the other wrapping around my waist.

I let out a throaty cry. K yanks me forward, tightening his grip in my hair just to the edge of painful. The burn on my scalp wakes up every nerve ending in my body. A scorching ripple of heat rushes across my skin.

“This what you want?” K’s mouth is an inch from mine. I attempt to lean in for a taste, desperate to have those thick lips on mine. K is having none of that. He grinds harder against me and I light up like Times Square.

“Oh god.” His grip on my waist is the only thing keeping me on my feet. My pussy clenches with pleasure.

“You don’t decide what you get. I decide. You think I can give you what you need, then you let me give it.” His eyes are locked on mine. They’re feral, the silver nearly eclipsed by huge black pupils. I nod, panting with desire. Without speaking another word, K’s grip on my hair tightens and he shoves me to my knees in front of him. K repositions his hands in my hair, one tangled on either side of my head, holding firm.

I nearly pull away when his fingers come dangerously close to the scar behind my ear, but I come face-to-face with his gorgeous cock, the wide head glistening with evidence of his desire, and any worry is gone. I close my eyes and inhale. His scent is sweaty and masculine. I groan with desire. I couldn’t stop now, not for anything, not even if the building started crumbling down around us.

“You want it?” he asks, staring down at me with a look so hungry, I moan at the sight.

“Yes.”

K growls. “Then show me.”

I reach up to grip the heavy shaft but am stopped when K holds me back by my hair. The pain is sharp enough for me to let out a half-cry, half-moan, and the temptation to touch my quivering pussy is nearly overwhelming.

“No hands. I want to fuck that gorgeous, innocent mouth of yours before I fuck that hot wet pussy.”

I swallow hard and open my eyes, suppressing a shudder. Looking up, I meet K’s hungry gaze. Everything wrong in my life suddenly becomes right. This, this is what I need. “Yes.”

K tilts his hips forward, the blunt head of his cock sliding across my lips. “Open that sweet mouth, baby.” Without breaking eye contact, I do as he says and take what he gives me as K slowly slides his length into my eager mouth.

I tighten my lips around the smooth, hot skin and suck… hollowing my cheeks. K hisses and those silver eyes flutter closed, his head dropping back in ecstasy. Using my hair to hold me in place, he begins to thrust in and out, using me, using my mouth purely for his pleasure.

K is in perfect control of his movements, never giving me more than I can handle. His hips jerk forward and he nudges the back of my throat with the flared head of his cock, holding it there until I’m desperate for a breath of air. I don’t panic, trusting him completely. At the last possible second, K pulls back, allowing me to inhale through my nose before he goes deep again. Over and over, he plunges slowly in and out until his chest is heaving and he’s moaning and letting out a string of filthy words.

“Fucking hell, your mouth is so tight.” Thrust. “You’re so gorgeous like that, on your knees for me.” Thrust. “You were made to suck cock, weren’t you?” Thrust. Eventually, I can’t contain all of my saliva. It leaks out, slicking my chin and dripping onto my bare breasts.

I can tell K’s control is unraveling. His muscular thighs are trembling and the salty taste of his release is near constant in my mouth. The next time he pulls back, I swirl my tongue around his shaft and flick it across the sensitive skin beneath the head.

“Fuck!” With a sharp tug on my hair, K pulls me off and pulls me to my feet.

Before I can catch my breath, his lips are on mine. K devours me, his tongue plunging deep. The soft, velvety texture of his lips and tongue contrast with the rough way he claims my mouth. When he breaks the kiss, K snags my lower lip with his teeth, sinking them in hard enough to break the skin.

“Ahhhhh!” I cry in surprise, my eyes flying open. The tang of copper hits my tongue and I moan in ecstasy, trembling, desperate for the pleasure I know he can give me.

“You’re incredible.” My eyes widen at K’s praise. The lust and raw need is still visible in his silver irises, but now I also see pride and admiration. The grip on my hair loosens and he gently caresses my face, his expression almost reverent. K’s jaw twitches. When he speaks, his voice is husky with desire. “Get on the bed.”

After a moment’s hesitation to process his words, I scramble up on the thick mattress, my heart pounding a mile a minute. It’s been so long since I’ve had sex, and K will only be the second man I’ve ever been with. Eric, my one and only boyfriend, treated me like glass. Because he knew about my history, my injury, “the incident,” sex with Eric was gentle and predictable. And completely unsatisfying.

K rummages in a bag, pulls out a condom, and drops it on the bed.

“Please,” I beg, squirming, not sure what I’m asking for or even what I need. I just need… something, anything. I need K.

“Shhhhh.” K climbs on the bed, crawling toward me. He forces my legs apart with his knees. Heat ripples up my body as his eyes skim over my exposed flesh to stop on my face. “I want you so badly, Britt.” His large hands rest on my thighs, rubbing up and down. “How much can you take?”

“I-I don’t know.”

His brow furrows. “You don’t know?”

My face flames up. “I’ve never—” I swallow and fist the duvet. “I’m not a virgin,” I blurt out. K scowls at my admission. “I just haven’t done anything like this before,” I say quickly. My eyes dart to the side and my face heats up. I’m too embarrassed to look at K.