Killer

by Heather C. Leigh

  “I’m… I’m not a good person, Britt. Things I’ve done.” K licks his lips and swallows, his throat rippling. I want to lick and bite my way across the rough skin, lave my tongue over it, taste his sweat, rub my body all over his until I’m coated in his scent. K’s eyes roam over my body. He shudders and I feel it in my groin. “Things I want to do to you. I can’t… I refuse to ruin you.”

  I stand up, determined to see what he’ll allow. K watches as I walk over, only stopping when my body is a fraction of an inch from touching his. My hands find the hem of his hoodie and I slip them inside, gliding my fingers up over each ridge of his abs, stopping when I palm his wide chest.

  “You won’t ruin me, K. I’m stronger than I look. I just need… I don’t know what I need. I’ve been looking and can’t find it. Whatever it is, I think you can give it to me.”

  K twists his mouth as he thinks about what I said. Before I can react, he grabs my hips, tugging me forward. I feel the hard length of his erection digging into my abdomen. His head drops to my left ear and I quickly duck around him so his mouth is on my right. “What kind of things do you think you need, Britt?” His breath tickles my ear and neck, causing goose bumps to spread over my sensitized skin. “Because I’m not a nice guy. The things I want to do to you, they’re harsh and depraved and filthy.”

  His words have me panting, grinding my pussy against the thick muscle of his thigh. I skim one hand further up to his chest, finding a nipple. Not really knowing what I’m doing, I twist it between my fingers. The action turns K feral; growling, he grips my backside in his huge hands as he spins us around. My back slams against the wall and I groan with pleasure. K yanks my arms out from under his shirt to pin them above my head. With a sinuous ripple of his lower body in a move that would make Magic Mike jealous, K rubs his crotch against me, pushing that huge thigh up into my aching pussy.

  If the wall weren’t behind me, I’d drop my head back in ecstasy. “God,” I moan. “I need… I need your strength… and power. I need to feel safe…” I gulp down air between breathy words.

  “Safe? What does that mean?” K skims his mouth down my neck to where it meets my shoulder. Before I can explain he bites the soft flesh and tight tendons… hard.

  “Oh Jesus.” My knees weaken and I would collapse if K weren’t holding me up. “Yesssssss.”

  He releases my stinging skin, laving his hot tongue over the area. “You like it rough?” K breathes into my ear.

  I convulse with pleasure. “I-I don’t know.”

  “You like to be restrained?”

  “I-I…” My legs are now quivering.

  “Pain?”

  I throw my head back, my chest heaving, my underwear wet from my body’s reaction to K’s husky words. I’m not thinking, merely reacting when I answer. “God, yes.”

  “Fuuuuuck,” he groans. K lets me go, taking a step back. I’m about to beg him to come back when he reaches behind his shoulders and yanks off his sweatshirt, tossing it to the floor. Mesmerized, I stare as he shoves his shorts down and kicks them aside, standing gloriously naked in front of me.

  “I don’t know why, Britt, but I can’t stop thinking about you. You make me want things… things I don’t deserve. But I can’t fight it anymore. The need for you is stronger than me.”

  His words make me melt and I lick my lips as my eyes drift down. Oh god. I have no idea what to do first. I’m eager to taste the wide expanse of skin on his pecs, those pebbled copper discs, to trace my tongue over every line of ink on his body. Then my eyes find his thick cock, erect and waiting for me to take it in my mouth. He’s stunning.

  “Strip,” he commands. I whimper when K wraps a big hand around his length and begins to stroke. The sheer power contained within his body, all hard muscle and cut ridges, has me writhing. He’s like a gorgeous, coiled panther, ready to strike, and he’s staring at me like I’m his prey.

  “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.<
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  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.

  “Hey!” Thick fingers grip my chin and force me to face my lover. “Don’t turn away from me. I want your honest reactions. All of them.” In a blink, his angry expression calms. “We’ll play this by ear then. I want to take you to the edge and make you fly. Just tell me if it’s too much.”

  Somehow, I know he’s not expecting a verbal response. K releases my jaw and skims his fingers lightly down my arms, sending a chill down my spine and a flood of liquid heat between my legs. When K reaches my hands, he holds them tight and brings them over my head, placing them on the headboard behind me.

  “Do I need to tie you down or can you keep them here?”

  I nod. “I can do it. I trust you, K. Make me feel alive.” My heart feels like it might burst out of my chest it’s beating so hard. I shift on the bed and lift my hips, seeking contact. I’m so turned on. A single touch to my clit might make me explode.

  “Fuck, Britt.” K’s neck and chest are flushed red. His lips part and he growls, his face crumpling into a harsh, heated glare. “You asked for it. We’ll see if you still trust me when we’re done.”

  K lets go of one of my wrists. I hear the whistle of air past my ear and the loud crack before the pain registers from the open-handed blow K landed on my thigh.

  Breath rushes out of my lungs. “Oh my god.” I’ve never been this sexually stimulated in my life. My pussy is literally throbbing. I want to press my legs together to relieve the ache, but K is firmly planted on the bed, his thick, muscular thighs keeping my legs apart.

  “That was for moving. Stay still.”

  My chest is rising and falling with each rapid breath. K leans forward, his hot mouth skimming along the side of my neck, finding the spot he bit earlier. K swipes his tongue over it and I moan, throwing my head back. Sharp teeth sink into the already tender flesh.

  “Ahhhhhh.” My back arches, forcing my head into the pillow. The pain sparks a fire deep inside me that quickly flares up into a roaring inferno. Heat zaps through millions of nerve endings, electrifying every pleasure center in my body. The harsh contact of a second blow to my thigh drags another moan from me.

  K releases of the throbbing skin on my neck and slides further down, circling one breast with his tongue.

  “Oh god.” Again, my hips buck up off the bed. Once again, a sharp slap resonates in the hotel room. “Jesus, ohmygod.”

  “Stay still or I’ll stop.” His voice is as ragged as mine.

  “S-sorry,” I whimper. My body is aching—pain, pleasure—all of these new sensations swirling together, combining to create the perfect storm of ecstasy.

  K’s mouth clamps around one nipple, his hand finding the other. He sucks hard while his fingers twist and pull.

  Staying still takes more concentration than I thought possible. My body’s instinctual demand to seek out relief is overwhelming. Sweat trickles down my brow and I clench my jaw at the effort. My fingers clamp down, digging into the wood headboard.

  Then K uses his teeth on my sensitive nipple and I lose it.

  “Oh fuck!” I arch back, crying out as my muscles tighten and spasm. Pleasure tears through me, the orgasm surprisingly strong despite the fact that K hasn’t gone anywhere near my pussy.

  Tremors are still wracking my body when K grips my legs and flips me to my stomach. As I continue to shudder, I hear him tear open the foil packet. He yanks my hips up so my backside is high in the air. A strong hand holds down my head, pressing one of my cheeks into the mattress.

  Another loud crack and my ass is on fire. Then another. As the third blow smacks across the sore flesh, K plunges into my aching depths, driving that thick cock deep, not stopping until he bottoms out.

  “Ahhh! Oh my god, K…” I gasp at the fullness of having K inside me.

  “Fuck, you’re so tight. Your pussy is incredible… Jesus, Britt.” K holds still, one hand still shoving me down brutally while the other clutches my hip, his fingers digging in painfully. Slowly, so slowly, he drags his cock back until it’s almost out, and thrusts in again. Hard.

  I let out a strangled cry and he cracks my sore ass again. “You like this, baby?” My muffled groan is the only answer I can manage. K pistons in and out as I wail into the pillow. “You didn’t even know you needed this, did you? Need to be fucked, to be dirty and used, to feel pain.”

  “Yes!” I shout as he snaps his hips. Each time, his cock rubs across a spot deep inside that lights me up all over. Flashes burst behind my closed eyes and I begin to tremble uncontrollably. K stops to growl in a low voice.

  “I’m going to fuck you now, Britt.”

  Oh god. He hasn’t been fucking me? I’m going to die. He’s going to fuck me to death.

  All of the breath is punched out of my lungs when K begins to pound in earnest. He is relentless, thrusting hard over and over until reality becomes hazy and sensation takes over. Held down and helpless, all I can do is feel, absorb what K gives me.

  “Jesus, Britt,” he huffs. K leans forward, his sweat-slick body covering mine. The hand on my hip reaches for a breast and he twists my nipple. The pain sends me over the edge. I scream while K continues fucking me through my second climax.

  Right when I think I might pass out from the intensity, K roars, slamming in deep one last time as his release tears from him.

  I’m floating—a pleasant, drifting semi-awareness. I feel K’s heat, the weight of him splayed on top of me, but it’s as if I’m watching from above. I must lose time, because the next thing I know, K is pulling down the covers and climbing into the bed. His heavy arm comes around my waist and the hard ridges of his body press against my back. K brushes his thumb over my abdomen, the affectionate gesture an absolute contradiction to the harsh, physical sex we just had.

  I want to think about it more, the kind, sweet man who peeks through the rough, frightening exterior, but I’m too tired.

  My eyes are heavy, my mind still flying high as I sink into sleep. The final thought that flicks through consciousness before
I let the darkness take me is finally… I finally found exactly what I need.

  No. Exactly who I need.

  And I won’t stop until he gives me everything.

  7

  Killer

  My eyes fly open at the piercing ring of my phone. I sit up, disoriented. Where the hell am I?

  Drinking to oblivion and passing out isn’t something I’ve done since I learned the control and discipline necessary to excel at Muay Thai. Only, I didn’t drink last night. I rub my eyes, the stupid phone still blaring.

  Irritated, I swing my feet over the bed and follow the sound. The room is dark, but a few slivers of light filter through the edges of heavy curtains. I paw through a pile of clothes on the floor. Shorts, pocket, phone.

  Finally. I answer with a rude, incoherent grunt.

  “Killer? Where are you? Did you take Britt to her room? I can’t find her.” Gabriel’s voice is not angry, but laced with concern. Britt?

  Oh fuck.

  I drag a hand down my face, trying in vain to rub away the idiocy of my actions. Cringing, I glance over my shoulder and confirm what I already know. Blonde hair is spread across one of the pillows of the king-sized bed in my hotel room.

  The one time I lose control of myself and it’s with Britt. What was I thinking? For fuck’s sake, I work with her! My plan to treat her like I treat all the other women I’ve been with, dirty and degrading, backfired in my face. Sweet, innocent Britt loved every minute of it—the pain, biting, spanking, being restrained. Fuck, just thinking of it has my dick waking up for more. I thought she’d be a missionary, making-love kind of girl and I’d scare her away. Instead, all I did was make it impossible for myself to not want more.

  “Killer!” Gabriel begins yelling in rapid-fire Portuguese. “Are you listening to me? You and Britt are supposed to be at this press conference in fifteen minutes. Where the fuck are you?”

  Shit. Shit. Shit.

  “I’m coming. Sorry. I’ll bring Britt with me.” I hang up before Gabriel can ask why Britt is with me and what I’m doing with her. Damn, he’s going to be so pissed.