Dear Heart, You Screwed Me(36)

I rolled my eyes.

“Roll your fucking eyes again Buttercup and see how I punish you,” his voice was low and made between my legs pulse.

I swallowed hard, my eyes burning into his. The tension was thick, my heart was racing at a thousand miles per hour.

“You like the sound of that don’t you, petal?” he smirked, letting go of my chin and stepping back away from me as the ping of the lift echoed. Turning on his heel he stalked out into the hallway, holding his hand out for me to take.

I didn’t take it.

I walked past him and headed towards my door.

I wasn’t going to be an easy accomplishment, and I wasn’t going to sleep with him. Unlocking the door, I dropped my bag and kicked my shoes off as I fell onto my sofa. I felt wrecked. The high of today finally taking its toll.

Killian sauntered over to me, his dark eyes trailing up and down my body as I lay on the sofa. He sat on the edge, lifting my feet onto his lap as he began rubbing my tired feet.

I moaned. Oh, wow that felt good.

“Nice?” he smirked; his eyes pinned to mine.

I nodded. “Very.”

“Anything for you, wife.”

I blushed slightly; I don’t know what it was about him that got me flustered.

Placing my feet back down beside him on the sofa, he stood and shrugged his suit jacket off his shoulders and laid it over the arm of where I was laying.

Pushing up I walked towards the kitchen and flicked the kettle on.

“Tea?” I asked, looking over my shoulder, but he was there, behind me, his hands pushing around to my stomach.

I ignored the feelings he made me feel. I couldn’t do this.

Turning round, I shook my head softly from side to side. Pressing my hands on his hard chest, I didn’t want to acknowledge the burn that I felt from touching him, or the way my blood rushed through my veins. Sparks coursed through me, re-igniting feelings that I had pushed far away. Feelings that I hadn’t felt for a very long time.

I pushed him back with a little more force now.

“I can’t,” I whispered, dropping my head. I felt his hand on my chin, tilting my head back so I looked up at him.

“Why not?” his voice was low, “You can’t deny that you feel this too.”

I felt the breath in the back of my throat catch.

I shook my head again, rendered speechless all of a sudden.

Shoving him harder now so he had to step back, I turned to ignore the burning that was pumping through me.

Was I denying how I felt? And did he really feel it or was he just saying it because he was desperate for sex?

Grabbing two mugs out and throwing a tea bag in each one, I added the boiling water from the tea pot that whistled on the hob and filled the cups. I needed to get a plug-in kettle, it was so much easier. Pouring a dash of milk in both, I spun to see Killian still standing there. Eyes hooded, devouring me.

Pushing a cup into his hand I walked past him and sat up one end of the sofa. I needed to put some distance between us. Killian took the hint and sat at the other end.

The silence fell between us, my eyes were staring ahead but I could feel his eyes on me.

“How did your meeting go?” he asked as he brought the cup rim to his lip and took a mouthful, his brows lifting in surprise.

“Have you never had tea before?”

“No, it’s…” he stopped for a moment before taking another mouthful. “It’s nice but I feel like it’s missing something,” he admitted. Placing my tea on the coffee table in front of us I walked towards the kitchen and picked up the sugar pot. I have gotten so used to making tea for myself I forget to ask people how they want theirs.

“Here, try this,” I say with a smile as I drop a teaspoon of sugar into his tea before giving it a stir. He eyed me suspiciously before taking another mouthful.

A delectable groan left his mouth that warmed the inside of my legs. Fuck if he groaned like that with a bit of sugar, imagine what he would sound like if I was pleasuring him. How would he react if I fell to my knees now and tasted him, pleasuring him until he hit his climax and pumped into my mouth.

“Perfect,” he purred as he smiled up at me.

“Good,” I quipped, rushing into the kitchen, and placing the sugar back down on the worktop before I joined him again.

“Why are you fighting what is inevitable?” His question threw me, hitting me out of the blue

“Inevitable?” I scrunched my nose up.

“Yes.” His tone was short and snappy.

“I’m not. This,” I moved my index finger between the both of us, “this is not inevitable. This is a drunken fucking nightmare.”

He whistled through his teeth before letting out a low laugh.

“Oh Buttercup, you really don’t get it do you…?” he placed his cup down on the table and edged closer to me.

“Get what?” I whispered, my fingers tightening their grip around my cup as I edged towards the arm of the sofa. His eyes dropped to my legs as his hand touched my thigh, gripping a little harder now.

“I’m not letting you go…” his eyes flicked up to meet mine which volleyed back and forth between his.

“We’re getting this farce of a marriage annulled.”

“And what if I don’t want too?” I could hear the frustration that was lacing his voice.