Dear Heart, You Screwed Me(102)

Me and Connie were chatting as we finished up with the hall when we heard banging footsteps from outside. Both our heads snapped towards the door when we saw the double doors of the hall fly open. Killian’s eyes finding mine instantly, his breath heaving and ragged as he looked around the now empty room. His hand flew to his hair, tugging at the root. His face fell, his eyes glossy as they burned into mine once more. His lips pressed into a thin line, his hand falling from his hair as both of his arms fell to the side of his body. I heard the choke of a groan leave him when he realised he had fucked up.

I couldn’t tear my gaze from him, the burn in my throat was unbearable as I tried to swallow it away but it wouldn’t budge. I had never felt disappointment like I did at this moment, and it was soul destroying.

Connie stood next to me, her eyes trying to read my blank expression. I was sure I was drawing blood from the inside of my cheek as I bit hard to stop myself from crumbling into a mess on the floor. I’m sure you could hear my heart cracking as each tense second ticked by.

Her eyes moved from my face once she knew I was ready to stand my own against him. She stormed over to him, flicking her hair over her shoulder in a dramatic way as she stopped in front of him.

“You messed up… big time!” she snapped at him as she knocked her petite frame into him and continued to walk.

Now it was just me and him.

I could see the hollowness in his eyes, he was beating himself up over this.

I dropped the rubbish bag to the floor, crossing my arms across my chest as I stood my ground. If he thought I was going to accept his apology and let him be forgiven easily then he was wrong.

I could hold a grudge. I was as stubborn as a mule. My lips twitched, my eyes glaring at him. I swear if looks could kill he would be six feet under. Neither of us wanted to make the first move. He stood there defeated, I could see it in his eyes. He was racked with guilt, he couldn’t even keep eye contact with me for more than a second without looking at the floor.

Enough was enough. I shook my head from side to side, reaching down and grabbing the rubbish bag as I stormed towards the doors of the hall. I wasn’t standing here playing mind games, he was in the wrong.

My heart thudded loudly in my ears as I closed the gap between us, his eyes were steady now and pinned to me. His face didn’t falter, his gaze locked on me.

Holding my breath, it took everything in me to ignore the powerful magnetic pull that I felt every time I was near him. As soon as I stepped one foot past him, he spun, grabbing the top of my arm and pulling me back towards him. I dropped my head back as he pushed me against the wall, pinning me there.

“Get off of me,” I spat through gritted teeth. My blood was pumping, the rage brewing as he stopped me from getting to where I needed to be.

“No,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

“Killian, I am serious,” I growl, my small hands pressing against his chest as I shove him off me.

He stood still, not moving an inch which wound me up even more. I shoved him again.

“Reese,” his tone was sharp as he edged closer to me.

“Fuck you,” I spat shoving him again. It felt good to let the anger out, the deep rage that had been brewing inside of me since this morning finally surfacing. But it wasn’t just the rage of today, it was the anger and hurt that he had put me through from the moment I met him. I continued shoving him, him finally faltering a few steps backwards before lunging himself at me, his hands gripping and clasping my face as he tried to press his forehead against mine. I pulled back, I didn’t want him close to me. Lifting my arm, I slapped his face hard. The sound of my palm on his cheek echoed around the small hall. His head turned to the side from the force of the slap. He scoffed a laugh, rubbing his lower lip with his index finger and thumb. I was panting, my eyes wide as I watched his eyes darken, his jaw ticked as his eyes roamed over me. I felt my skin prick and tingle before the shivers skimmed over my skin like pure silk. The butterflies flurried in my stomach, the intense heat spreading over me and that delicious, wanting ache in my pussy was evident.

He rushed towards me, his hands on my face, my arms round his neck as he lifted me up as if I weighed of air. His teeth grazed against my jaw line, my lips parting as a gasp left me when he hit my back against the wall.

“Reese,” he groaned as his lips trailed down to my neck, biting and sucking on my skin.

“Yes,” I whispered, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip as his hands made quick work of pushing my dress round my waist and slipping my knickers to the side. I clung onto him as he unbuckled his belt from his suit trousers, fisting his thick cock and slamming inside of me.

The delicious burn of him filling me was indescribable. It was so right, but so very wrong. I had been craving him for months. His hips thrust into me fast and hard, his cock slipping in and out of my soaked pussy.

I moaned, my sex tightening around him already.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned, his mouth covering mine as our lips locked and our tongues danced. His hands clung to under my bum, spreading me a little more as he hit me deeper now, the tip of his cock stroked my g-spot, my orgasm building.

“I’m so close,” I whispered against his mouth, my teeth sinking into his bottom lip. He was so deep, but I needed him deeper. I rocked my hips forward, meeting his thrusts. My pussy clenched round him before my orgasm shattered through me fast and without warning. I screamed out as it hit me like a freight train. Killian’s hand wrapped over my mouth, drowning my moans out as he found his own release, filling me. His head dropped forward, pressing his forehead against mine as we both panted, trying to catch our breaths.