“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she told the other woman. “I’ll be right back.”
“I’m reporting this!” Celina shouted after her. “You can’t just fuck your boyfriend while you’re still on the clock.”
Slivers of anger worked through the arousal thrumming through her. Part of it was aimed at Celina for being such a monumental bitch, but the majority of it was aimed at Killian for summoning her like some … whore when he knew she was working. Didn’t he know her job wasn’t like his where she could just take an hour off for a quickie? He was going to get her fired damn it!
Fuming by the time she reached his floor, Juliette stormed down the plush corridor to the only suite with the door standing ajar. She slapped it open and marched inside.
Darkness met her. She stumbled into it and staggered to a stop as her eyes struggled to adjust.
“Killian?”
Silence as thick as the endless black crackled around her. Her heart began to hammer as fear crept through the array of emotions she seemed to be going through in a matter of a few minutes. Sweat slickened her palms as she moved them through the space around her, blindly fumbling for something solid.
“Killian, this isn’t fun—”
A bang from behind her made her jump six feet into the air. Her scream was swallowed by the hand that clapped over her mouth. Terror coursed fast and hard through her, isolating everything else as she was forcibly dragged deeper into the darkness. She fought, punching and kicking and digging her heels into the carpet. But her captor was stronger.
With a powerful shove, she was sent sprawling face down on what felt like clouds. Her entire body sunk into the folds of what was a mattress. She would have marveled at its softness if her body wasn’t humming with adrenaline.
She scrambled up on all fours and made a wild dash to the other side of the bed, not caring if she tumbled off the edge and broke an arm. But her captor, who seemed incredibly apt at seeing in the dark, grabbed her ankle and hauled her back. The momentum sent her down on her face once more. She tried to scream, but the hand was back. The bed dipped as her captor climbed on top of her, straddling the back of her legs. A hard chest pressed into her heaving back as he bent in close.
“Quiet,” a painfully familiar voice whispered directly into her ear. The hand on her mouth lifted and stroked lovingly against her cheek, another familiar gesture that had her heart racing with a mind numbing sort of relief. “Or I’ll have to punish you.”
“Killi—”
A bit of twisted fabric was forced between her lips, silencing her. It was fastened at the back of her head. Her wrists were caught off the mattress and chained together at the small of her back with rope. It was all done so quickly. She had barely taken two breaths and she was restrained.
Behind her, something heavy struck the floor. There was a rustle of fabric and she knew he was undressing. She heard the tear of foil, the snap of rubber and shivered.
They had never played this game before, but she would play her part.
Twisting over, she kicked out, not hard, but hard enough to earn a pained grunt when her foot caught some part of him. Not waiting to see what would happen next, she rolled sideways towards the other side of the bed. But he was faster. His hands twisted in the material of her skirt and she was dragged back to him, kicking and screaming. She was forced onto her back and crushed by the weight he settled over her. He was naked and hot. And God she wanted him.
Heart palpitating in a tangled mess of excitement, arousal and fear, Juliette thrashed, ignoring the pain in her shoulders from having her arms trapped under her. She garbled insults at him that he no doubt couldn’t understand. The fabric was soaked with her spit and was chaffing the corners of her mouth, but she didn’t care.
“Naughty lamb,” he growled into the side of her throat, his hips grounding a rock hard cock against the apex of her thighs. “I warned you.”
The tear of fabric echoed through the room as he tore her clothes apart with his bare hands. Her cry of outrage was not fake this time. She bucked wildly, but he was on her thighs and her arms were useless.
“I am going to kill you!” she shrieked, but it came out unintelligible and was ignored.
Sharp teeth closed around her bare nipple. The sweet pain scattered across her skin and added to the fire roaring in her belly. There was nothing gentle about the way he was assaulting her. Every nip, suck, caress was designed to leave marks and she was whimpering for more.
She gasped when his hands were on her again, pulling and adjusting her across the bed, twisting her around so her face was mashed into the mattress and her ass was in the air. The cool air whispered against the wetness between her legs, sending a shiver through her.
Then he was inside her, fast and hard and without any warning. Her muffled cry burned into fabric. The familiar feel of his cock stretching her sang up her spine and her body immediately tightened around him, welcoming him, sucking him in deeper.
Her captor groaned. His grip cut bruises into her hips as he pistoned wildly inside her. Blunt fingers reached around and fondled her blood filled clit, coaxing her over the edge with him. She came with his name burning into the gag. Her channel rippled around his cock, triggering his release.
He withdrew and moved away just long enough to snap the lamp on. Juliette groaned as the sudden explosion of light punched her in the eyes. The bed dipped once more and Killian turned her over gently. He pried the gag free and wiped the sides of her mouth with his thumbs.
“All right?” he asked, searching her face intently.
She glowered at him. “No, I’m not all right!” she snapped. “You tore my clothes, you animal!”
The asshole actually smirked. “I warned you not to fight me.” His hand closed around her ankle and she was dragged lower on the mattress. Her leg was tossed across his lap so she was splayed open wide with him between her calves. “I told you to be a good girl and let me…” He bent over her pussy and kissed her lips. Juliette groaned, her hips reflexively twitching. “Fuck you.”
He worked her clit with his tongue until she was thrashing all over again. Her heel dug into the mattress as she writhed and pushed against him. It was harder to do with her hands bound and one foot resting in his lap, but she was sure she’d die if he stopped, which he did. Then he rose and stood over the bed to study her.
She must have looked an absolute mess what with her clothes in tattered pieces hanging off her and her legs lewdly thrown open wide. With her arms at her back, her chest was pushed out, the nipples sharp points begging for his attention. But the way he was watching her, she could have been a giant steak and he was starving.
He took his cock in hand, full reawakened and leaking. Juliette watched the steady pump of his fist, her core muscles flexing. Her hips wiggled across the sheets, wishing her hands were free so she could at least ease some of the pressure. Killian grinned, knowing perfectly well what he was doing to her. He reached for the dresser and pulled on a new condom. Her knees parted wide even before he climbed over her.
“Now!” she breathed, desperate. “Now, Killian. Please!”
Without missing a beat, he joined them. Slowly. So very slowly. It took ages for his full length to be sheathed inside her. Ages that had her head spinning and her whole body quivering wildly. Killian watched her as though she were some experiment he just couldn’t understand. His features never lost their dark hunger, but it was underlined by fascination and something else. On either side of her head, his arms trembled with his restraint, but he seemed in no hurry to end either of their suffering.
He pulled all the way out before feeding himself back in. He did this so many times Juliette was practically in tears.
“No more!” she begged. “Please. Please, Killian.”
His elbows creaked as he lowered himself on his forearms. His weight settled more comfortably over her. He bent his head and kissed her, gently at first. But the kiss increased as his thrusts did, until both were brutal and angry. Juliette welcomed it all as her body finally caught the release it had been begging for.