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“Jesus,” I cry out, my face falling against his chest. Killian will always be more than enough for me. I will never have my fill of him. Aside from all of the revelations tonight, I need him for right now.
Killian groans, his head tilting back until his hoodie falls around the back of his neck. Slowly, I slide down to my knees and take him between my lips. His smooth thickness glides over the top of my mouth, as I try to take him all the way in. Gagging, I pull back and cover Killian. My Killian. I don’t know why I’m feeling possessive, but a rush of power rolls over me at that realization that Killian is and always will be mine. Forget the stars aligning, Heaven and Hell moved when we were born. I just don’t know how this is all going to end…
Killian pulls out, getting agitated as per usual, guiding me up by my hair.
He picks me up from the ground and I wrap my legs around him.
Continuing to ravish my lips with his, he starts pushing one finger into my opening, twirling it in circles. I have a feeling what he wants us to do. Good thing it won’t be the first time…
Killian’s hand wraps around my mouth as his fingers reach down my throat. “Spit. And make it a good one.”
I gag, spitting into the palm of his hand.
“Jesus Christ,” he murmurs, leaning down and sucking on my nipples. Killian rubs the saliva over my ass, gently massaging inside my pussy. I hear the movements of his finger and my juices swirling around. He rubs that over my asshole.
“Ready?” he whispers into my ear.
I moan, nodding. “Yes.” Slowly, the tip of his cock is pressing against my opening, and I flinch, knowing that the pain is about to come.
“Relax, baby.”
I do, as if on cue, and my ass swallows him as soon as his tip enters.
He groans so loud the vibrations are felt through the pulsing of my heart. “Fuck.” Biting down on the side of my neck, his teeth graze over my collarbone, sending tingles to explode all over me.
“Holy fuck!” I scream when he pulls out, holding Killian into place by his neck. I need to feel in control.
As if reading my mind, he searches my eyes. “You’re in control. You wa
I nod, licking my lips, just as my body relaxes with the fullness it’s experiencing downstairs. “I don’t want to stop.”
“Good, because fuck that—” He draws out just as he slams back into me.
I’m coming, shamelessly coming after one thrust, but he doesn’t stop. Killian’s sweaty face is against my chest, his teeth biting into my flesh as he pounds into me relentlessly. His growls are animalistic, my moans as loud as a siren. My core clenches again as stars spin behind my lids. I’m dripping in sweat, my skin hyperaware.
“I’m going to come again,” I whimper, my head falling onto Killian, my limbs turning to mush. He speeds up, pressing against a spot deep inside, promising to unleash hell upon my body.
As if on cue, a loud scream erupts from me painfully, unleashing all of the pleasure, pain, agony. He empties inside of me seconds after, before slowly pulling out and stumbling backward. My legs give way, and I’m falling—only Killian’s arms swing out to catch me, standing me back to my feet. Cum is dripping out of me from all places, but I feel something else right now.
Elation.
Shaking my head, I chuckle to myself as Killian removes his hoodie and tosses it at me to clean up. I scrub in double time, needing my clothes back on my body when I hear Killian’s truck pull back up outside.
Once I’m changed, Killian hooks his arm around my back, his worry etched over his beautiful face like a painting on display. “You okay?”
I smile softly. “I am.”
It wasn’t a lie. What we did replaced a bit of the darkness with some color. When someone or someones violate you, that doesn’t give them the power to own parts of you.
This cabin? Maybe before today, I wouldn’t have been able to look at another cabin without thinking about that night. Now, I can at least replace that with something new. To have an emotional trigger to a past event is giving your demons power to control you. To control what is going to set you off. It’s never going to be easy, but the first step we can do is work to take back that power.
Kyrin. I don’t think I’ll ever know the true torment that’s embedded into the dark corners of his soul, but I do know everyone is different. What works for some won’t for others.
Killian stands in a white shirt with sweat seeping through, but leaves his jeans unbuckled as he reaches into his pocket to pull out his smokes.
I take one, and he lights it before lighting his own.
“Why did you kill Hope?” I ask the question that I’ve been wanting to ask but couldn’t gather my thoughts fast enough to ask it. Between the murder and the sex. “Was she not good…”
“Not good?” Killian mirrors my tone sarcastically. “She was barely fucking human. There’s a lot that I need to talk to you about with your family, Patience, Kiznitch, and hell, even this cabin. Can we do this back in Kiznitch, or fuck, even on the plane? Got a lot of shit that I need to do, including be there for my best friend whose mother just died.”
There’s a part of me that is disappointed with his answer. I know that Delila being dead is going to cause a massive shift in the Midnight Mayhem world, but my world has also shifted. I’ve found out parts of myself that I didn’t know existed, and now I don’t know who I really am.
“Of course, I get it. But when she came here, why did you kill her?”
Killian draws in his smoke and then blows it out. “She tried to cut a deal with us. Wanted you out. Said that she couldn’t have you as a liability anymore, and that she was worried you’d flip on Patience. She wanted you dead, so I killed her instead. I admit, Delila was pretty pissed at me for doing it, you know what with my impulses…” He smirks at me. “There were a few of us there, and the whole thing was caught on video, so if you don’t believe me, I have proof. I couldn’t tell you at first because we were still trying to figure everything out. Could you imagine if I had told you then and there? You would have thought I was a psycho.”
“Ehhh.” I shrug. “Still up in the air.” I shake my head. “I don’t understand why she would do that.”
“How is that not obvious to you right now?” Killian drops his smoke on the ground, crunching onto it with the bottom of his boot. “She was Patience through and through, Saskia. She bled that shit. She was weak-minded, all of them are—but not you, and that’s because of your DNA.”
“How can you be so sure about my strength?”
Killian steps closer to me, bringing his finger up to my face. “Me and Maya rescued Kyrin the day he was brought in here. We stumbled upon the cabin when Maya was ru