Dear Heart, You Screwed Me(42)

Passing the driver his money, I grabbed my bag and walked into my apartment block before heading straight for the lift. I needed to get mentally prepared for my date with Harlen and I was looking forward to it so much more now.

After my bath, I slipped my ring off and dropped it into my underwear drawer. That can stay in there for the foreseeable.

Wrapping a towel around my body I padded out to the kitchen and poured myself a large glass of wine. Heading back to my room, I heard a bang on the door.

I ignored it, knowing full well who it was.

Bang bang bang.

“Go away!” I shouted, slamming my bedroom door shut.

Standing on the other side of the door, I took a sip of my wine, smiling to myself that he listened to my request.

Oh, how wrong was I to underestimate Killian Hayes.

“Reese!” His voice bellowed through my apartment. The shock was evident on my face when I opened my bedroom door to see a raging Killian in my apartment.

“How did you get in?!” I screamed, pulling my towel tight to my body.

“A fucking STD, really!?” His voice was low as he growled at me.

I snorted a laugh before rubbing my lips together.

“Well, you should be more careful,” I tried so hard to hold it together, sipping my wine.

“I’m not fucking laughing Reese.”

“How’s Adele? I hope she hasn’t caught anything.” He was pissed. His eyes were almost black, the hot air breathing through his nose filled the silent room.

“Stop talking,” he growled as he stepped towards me, his hands cupping my face as his mouth covered mine. His hungry tongue darting past my lips and caressing mine. My wine glass fell from my hand and landed on the rug. But I didn’t care at this moment.

My arms hooked around his neck as he dropped one of his hands from my face and pulled the towel away from me. I automatically wrapped my legs round his waist before he sat me on the edge of the worktop in the kitchen.

“I am so fucking mad at you,” his voice was low, shaky as he tried to restrain his rage.

“And I am so fucking angry with you,” I retorted back, “I knew you were fucking Adele,” I spat, I couldn’t stop the vile taste that crept into my mouth.

“The only one I am fucking is you.” A calmness replaced the rage in a second.

“I don’t believe you.” My fingers were laced around the back of his neck as my eyes burned into his. The air was thick around us, this hate and pushing and pulling was unbearable, but it worked somehow. The smell of him filled my senses, an oaky musk coated in aloe vera with a hint of cotton. A weird combination but it smelt good on him.

“I don’t lie,” he whispered as his rough hands grabbed the small mounds that were my breasts, squeezing hard before his tongue flicked and licked my pert nipple. His hot mouth sucking expertly, his teeth grazing over my exposed skin. My head fell back as the pleasure ripped through me.

“Have I fucked Adele… yes,” he muttered against my skin. I ignored the feelings of betrayal and the roll of nausea that crashed through me. “But not since I married you.” His lips trailed down, his hands skimming down my small curves before they landed on my thighs, gripping my skin tighter. “It’s only been you since then,” he breathed, falling to his knees and pushing my legs wide.

“You’re such a brat, do you know that?” he asked as he looked up at me through his lashes, his brown eyes glistening.

Pulling my bottom lip between my teeth I bit down hard.

“But you’re my brat,” he growled as he parted my pussy lips with his tongue, licking and sucking over my clit. My fingers wrapped round the edge of the worktop as I tightened my grip. His tongue glided up and down my folds, swirling at my opening before sucking my clit hard.

My head fell forward, lust taking over as I watched him. He was still in his suit, on his knees in front of me. His tongue buried deep inside of me, while I sat on my worktop completely naked as he showed me new realms of pleasure.

Pushing the tip of his finger at my opening, he plunged deep into me as his tongue flicked over my nub. I felt my walls clamp and tighten.

“Killian,” I cried out. He didn’t let up, his tongue moved quicker now, circling as his finger pumped in and out of me, curling to stroke my g-spot over and over.

My legs began to tremble, a shiver dancing over my skin as I came, my orgasm crashing through me like a freight train.

I was breathless, but my eyes stayed on him as he pulled his finger out and sucked it dry, the whole time he had his eyes on me. Standing slowly, he grabbed my cheeks with his hand, squeezing them before dipping his tongue into my open mouth and kissing me. The air snatched from my lungs, causing them to burn at the loss. But he didn’t stop, I didn’t want him to stop. His kiss was fierce and rough. His spare hand skimmed up my bare thigh, gliding his fingertips across my hip bone, continuing up my side. Rolling my still hard nipple in his finger and thumb before his fingers carried on over my shoulder and down my arm. They stopped at my hand that was still curled round the worktop. Pulling away, his eyes fell to my fingers before they burned back towards me.

“Where is your ring?” his jaw clenched before he nibbled on the inside of his lip.

“I took it off,” I shrugged.

He stormed away from me and into my room. I rolled my eyes, slipping off the worktop. Moment over. Rushing behind him I grabbed the towel off the floor and wrapped it around my frame.