Kellion

by Marian Tee

  “Not so fast.” The words were spoken in a silky voice as Kellion captured my wrist from behind, spinning me back to face him. The tray on my other hand began to tilt, but Kellion only had to nod once and his bodyguards once again appeared from nowhere, flanking us on all sides while one of them took the tray from my hand.

  “Uh. Wow. They’re…like…ghosts. Poof.” My hand closed and opened, a poor imitation of a magic trick. “Suddenly…they’re…there.”

  Kellion’s lips curved at my quip, but his smile didn’t reach his eyes. It was my first time to see him this angry. This jealous. My eyes widened at the realization, my heart beating even more erratically at the thought that Kellion Argyros, my boyfriend, was jealous over me.

  And the worse thing about it?

  I liked it.

  No, I loved it, the possessive look in his eyes, the hard line of his jaw, the tension in his body.

  “What are you doing here, terataki?” His voice was still silky soft, and for some reason, it only made my body feel hot and alive.

  “I…” The words were out before I could stop them. “I…wanted…to…see…you…jealous.”

  *head desk*

  Did I really just say that?

  The answer to it was in the way Kellion’s nostrils flared, his green eyes darkening. And then suddenly we were walking, his hand gripping mine tightly, and his stride so powerfully fast I almost had to run to keep up with him.

  A male guest ahead of us caught sight of me, his leering gaze focusing on the amount of cleavage my uniform exposed. Stupid, stupid curves. I wanted to cross my arms over my chest but I had a feeling if I did, it would only make matters worse.

  “Hey, hottie,” the man slurred as we passed him by. “When you’re done with him, you come find me, you hear?”

  Kellion stiffened in front of me.

  Oh, shit.

  This was not how I wanted things to be.

  When he started to turn towards the man, I quickly stopped him, standing in his way, and cupping his face, I said meekly, “Sorry.” Our gazes clashed, and I gulped at the savage light of jealousy in his eyes. The man was still talking to me, but I didn’t even look at him. My attention was all on Kellion. “Sorry.” I said it over and over until the savagery in his gaze started to fade.

  “Ah, terataki.” He took my hand, pressing his lips to my palm. “You know I’ll make you pay for this, don’t you?”

  My eyes widened.

  But Kellion was already nodding to his bodyguards, and again they moved in unison as they turned towards the other guest and literally carried him towards the exit, their faces stoic even as he started to protest.

  Oh, shit. If that was how that guy was punished, what would happen to me?

  But Kellion was walking again, taking me with him. A moment later, we had reached the side doors of the ballroom, the attendants rushing to open them for us.

  I tugged on his wrist, more than a little nervous now, but Kellion didn’t even glance my way. Soon, we were inside the elevator, and the moment the doors closed, Kellion hauled me towards him.

  “You want me jealous, is that it?” He lifted me up in one quick move, leaving me no choice but to cling to him, my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist. He was hard all over, hardest where it mattered, and my head started to spin.

  Kellion’s hands tightened on the cheeks of my butt, making me gasp, my startled gaze flying up to meet his.

  “I’ll show you then.” A short hard kiss that had my legs tightening around his waist before his lips started to move down. Licking my neck, he whispered, “When I’m jealous, it makes me want to mark you all over. In every way.”

  I cried out when I felt him start sucking on my neck, and he didn’t stop even when we reached the floor he had chosen and the doors swooshed open.

  “Kel-lion.” A weak, mortified protest at the sight of people standing outside the elevator.

  Kellion raised his head.

  I thought it was all over, was about to sigh in relief just before I felt it. His fingers moving to cup my breast—

  Oooooooooh.

  When Kellion stepped out of the elevator, his hand still on my breast, I could only close my eyes and hide my face in the crook of his neck. His hand around my breast tightened as he started to walk, and I jerked, the same time I heard someone gasp.

  “Oh my.”

  I could only squeeze my eyes more tightly shut at the sound. But for Kellion, the words had the opposite effect, making him start tweaking my nipple. I couldn’t stop my body from jerking, could only bite my lip hard the whole time he walked and tortured me at the same time. When he stopped, I felt him pulling out something from his pocket, heard the click of a door being unlocked.

  When I opened my eyes, we were inside a hotel room and Kellion was walking directly to the bed.

  Before I could figure out how I felt about it, he was already lowering me to the bed, my legs dangling over the edge.

  I expected Kellion to follow, but instead he remained on his feet. His gaze was dark and hooded, his beautiful face hard as granite.

  It was Kellion at his sexiest and most dangerous, and my heart began to dance behind my chest like an intoxicated teenager. When I saw him reach for the zipper of his pants, my throat became dry. When he started to lower his zipper, my heart nearly screeched to a stop.

  Oh God, oh God, oh God—

  I could feel my breasts start to ache and swell, my mound becoming wet as Kellion slowly pulled his cock out. Its size made me shudder, and I couldn’t even be sure whether it was out of fear or excitement. It was just so big.

  “Aria.” A purr that had muscles I didn’t even know existed clenching, my pussy tightening, and when he started to stroke himself in front of me—

  Oh God, oh God, oh God—

  Did it make me twisted, the fact that I was aroused by the sight of Kellion stroking himself?

  “When I’m jealous...” Silky, deadly, his voice sexy and terrifying at the same time, and God, I had never thought I could be so twisted to find such a voice a huge turn-on. I was so close to writhing on the bed, begging for him to touch me and ease the throbbing ache between my legs.

  “It makes me want to mark you. I told you that, didn’t I?”

  His eyes slowly strayed down, and I found myself touching the tender part of my neck, knowing that he had marked me there.

  “When I’m jealous…” Kellion started forward, still stroking himself, and I could only wait, aching more and more with each second that passed.

  “I want every man to know you’re mine.” He stopped right in front of me, and when he fisted my hair with one hand, oh God, I knew what I was. Knew that very moment I was twisted beyond belief because God help me, but what he was about to make me do—

  I couldn’t wait to do it, couldn’t stop myself from wanting him more, from loving him more because of it.

  His hand guided my head down, and I let him lead me until my mouth was poised right on top of the head of his cock.

  His other hand moved down to the base of his manhood.

  “Suck it.” A command that had me shivering, but even so I was already lowering my head, my lips parting—

  He groaned and I moaned, both of us jerking when my lips closed over the head of his cock. It felt even bigger inside my mouth, and when I tasted the salty essence of him, I couldn’t stop myself from sucking—

  His hand on my hair tightened before slowly but firmly pushing me down.

  I opened my mouth as wide as I could, trying to swallow as much of his cock. Deeper, deeper, until it was inside my throat and for a moment, all I could think was how I had to be sure I wouldn’t gag—

  “Relax your throat, baby.” Kellion’s voice was tight with need.

  It made me look up, and somehow, the sight of his head thrown back, his eyes squeezed shut, eased the pressure, making my throat relax.

  Kellion groaned as the entire length of his cock disappeared into my mouth.

  And then he was
thrusting, and I was sucking, the rhythm set by his hands. Both of them were buried in my hair now, and all I could do was follow his lead. Slowly, the pace increased, his thrusts becoming faster and harder, and oh God, I really was twisted because all I could think of was how Kellion was literally fucking my mouth and I loved it. The room was filled with the sounds of me sucking on his cock and his groans, and I loved it even more.

  “Aria.”

  Kellion shouted my name, his body stiffening for a second before he came, shooting his seed into my mouth. His movements became uncontrolled, his hands gripping my hair tightly as his cock continued to fill my mouth with his come.

  He didn’t stop fucking my mouth throughout it, and I didn’t stop swallowing as much as I could, loving the way he groaned my name over and over. Oh, the taste of his come, the feel of him coming apart because of me – it was such an exhilarating feeling, knowing that I was the one to give Kellion pleasure.

  “Aria.” A soft murmur this time that had me looking up. His beautiful face was no longer hard, and there was a tender gleam in his eyes that made me want to lick his cock over and over.

  Only when I had completely sucked him dry did I slowly release his cock from my mouth, the popping sound making me blush and Kellion laugh softly.

  “You were magnificent, baby.” Kellion started stroking my hair.

  His words made me blush harder, which I knew was silly, considering what I had just done. I watched with regret when Kellion pushed his cock back into his pants and zipped himself up.

  Kellion suddenly chuckled. When I gazed up at him in surprise, he asked teasingly, “You want more of my cock, terataki?”

  I didn’t even think, I just reacted, but again Kellion was too fast, dodging my kick with another laugh. Still laughing, he managed to lift me off from the bed and in one swift move, he was the one on the bed and I was on his lap. His mouth was on mine before I could even protest.

  When he lifted his head, I was putty in his hands, and we both knew it.

  “Did you really come here to make me jealous, hmm?”

  Reluctantly, I shook my head.

  “Thought so.” He started stroking my hair again. “Tell me why then.”

  I hesitated.

  After a beat, Kellion said, “Do you know why I didn’t invite you to attend this party with me?”

  I shook my head.

  “I knew I’d just be jealous the whole night if I did.” His tone was faintly ironic. “Parties like this get really wild and…” Kellion’s grimace was evident in his voice when he continued, “Another man only has to look at you and I’m fit to kill, terataki.”

  I raised my head at that, my eyes widening at the serious look on his face. Really?

  He nodded. “I never thought I could be this possessive.” He shook his head. “I actually thought the President was overreacting when it came to MJ but now, I think…” He grimaced again. “I know I’m worse.”

  Ah, God, I really was twisted.

  Because those words?

  It should have made me angry, should have made me tell him he had no reason to be jealous when I hadn’t done anything, but instead, the words made me love him more.

  Could it be because his jealousy reminded me of how Ashton would cry when I pretended to love another little boy more than I loved him? Maybe. I didn’t really know. All I was sure of was that his jealousy made me feel cherished, and it had been such a long time since I felt that way.

  Laying my head back down against his chest, I took his hand, and my finger spelled my apology on his palm. S-O-R-R-Y.

  “Ah, baby, no.” I could feel Kellion’s heart beating harder the moment he understood what I had just spelled. “It’s not your fault I’m a jealous ass.” He paused. “But tell me…are you working because of money?”

  Slowly, I nodded.

  “There’s nothing more I’d love to do than spend my money on you, but we both know you’d rather kick my balls than let me do that…”

  I nodded more vehemently this time.

  “However, you need to change jobs, baby. You’re going to drive me insane if you insist on this kind of job.” He tipped my chin up, and I saw the grim look on his face as he said, “Just the thought of you serving another man…in that kind of dress…”

  Twisted, you’re so darn twisted, Aria Redfield.

  Kellion Argyros looked hell bent on killing right now, and my heart was back to drunk-dancing at the sight of it.

  “For the sake of my sanity, let me help you find a new job. All right, terataki?”

  I nodded even though we both knew his words were more a command than a question.

  A thought occurred to me, and I frowned.

  “What is it?” Kellion asked immediately.

  I cleared my throat. “Tonight…I…still…need…to…work.” Before he could argue, and the way a muscle started ticking in his jaw made it clear he intended to, I added, “I…promised…Bobby.”

  We stared at each other after that, both of us unwilling to back down.

  Finally, he said, “All right.”

  I looked at him suspiciously. That seemed too easy. Really?

  “Just this one night. And then we’ll find you a new job.”

  I relaxed. He was more reasonable than I gave him credit for, apparently. He totally understood where I was coming from.

  “But before that—”

  I cocked my head to the side, unsure what else we had to discuss.

  “Ah, terataki.” His tone was positively chiding. “Surely you didn’t think I’d be so selfish to let this night pass without making you come?”

  It was all the warning I had before his fingers were between my legs and inside my panties.

  Oh God, oh God, oh God.

  In a matter of seconds, I was soaking wet and he was rubbing my clit in the most exquisite way possible. “Tell me how you want it,” he whispered into my ear, his hot breath making me shiver with longing. “Do you want me to prolong this or do you want me to have you coming right away?”

  Ah, God.

  What. A. Question.

  I was tempted to ask him to prolong it, but then I thought about my job downstairs. “Quick,” I stammered, my cheeks reddening.

  Kellion’s teeth nipped the curve of my ear, making me whimper. He twisted me around on his lap, pulling my uniform down, and I whimpered again when my breasts popped out.

  “Quick it is.” He pulled me up on my knees, putting my breasts on the same level as his face.

  Kellion’s gaze was wicked when they met mine. “Ready?”

  There was no time to answer, not with him sucking on my nipple, his finger rubbing hard on my clitoris.

  It was over in twenty seconds.

  TWENTY. DAMN. SECONDS.

  God, this biker.

  Fifteen minutes later, both of us were back at the party, Kellion kissing me on the cheek, uncaring of the way everyone’s attention was on us. “Remember, baby, last job.” He was threading his fingers through my hair as he spoke, actually combing them for me. It was really sweet, sure, but it also made the fact that my hair was badly mussed even more obvious.

  I tried slapping his hand away, but it only made him laugh. The sound was so genuine it made my chest tight and my hands fall against my sides. If this was what it took for him to laugh, then my hair was his to comb forever.

  “See you later, terataki.”

  We parted ways, and I couldn’t help sighing in relief. Thank God he was truly being reasonable about this.

  Not.

  As soon as I came out of the kitchen with a tray of drinks in one hand, his bodyguards bore down on me, covering all sides and once again turning into a human barricade every time I tried serving a drink to a male guest.

  “Let me do that for you, ma’am.” One of the guards swiped the drink from my hand and served it to the guest.

  It had everyone staring and Bobby laughing her ass off. The guards parted as she approached me, and evil redheaded queen that she was, she even had
the gall to whisper, “Thank you. You’ve just made sure my party will be the talk of the town, and that means more sponsors will be eager to attend the next one.”

  Evil, evil, evil, I thought. I could have sworn I saw dollar signs in Bobby’s eyes when she walked away.

  When I turned around, I saw Kellion smirking at me from the other side of the room. He was surrounded by women, all of them vying for his attention, but he only had eyes for me. Was only ever jealous because of me, and he didn’t mind at all that I knew it.

  My chest tightened at the thought.

  God, this biker.

  How hard did he want me to fall for him?

  Chapter eighteen

  Dear Ashton,

  You remember the Cromleys who lived across our street?

  They had the cutest boy and I just wanted to hug him really hard because he was so cute!

  Okay, I’m just joking, you don’t need to cry. I love you to pieces and you will always be the cutest baby brother in the world for me.

  Love, Your Big Sis.

  “You don’t really think that’s going to work, do you?” Kellion’s voice was solemn, but his eyes were laughing at me.

  Rub, rub, rub. I glared at him in answer, still hoping there was a way to erase the tingling effect his kiss had on my lips. My swollen lips because my biker boyfriend was so into PDA that when a TMZ reporter had managed to corner us on our way back to school, asking us if we were dating, the darn guy had chosen to illustrate his answer by kissing me hard and long. So much so that by the time it was over, the reporter had been long gone.

  *head desk*

  Honestly, I really wanted to hit the table with my head several times if I was sure it could grant me selective amnesia. If I could, I wouldn’t just choose to forget about today’s episode. I’d probably choose to forget the time I stupidly fell for a famous biker. It just felt so darn weird, having the paparazzi after us when I still considered Kellion and I no different from any other couple in our uni.

  Seated opposite us, KC was doing her best not to smile after Kellion recounted what had happened while Lace was laughing her butt off, completely unsympathetic to my plight.

  Honestly, of all the days for this girl to skip classes! Glaring at her, I wrote furiously on my board. GO BACK TO YOUR SCHOOL.