“You’re not making any sense at all.” He placed a hand to her hand. Batting his touch away she glared at him. “Have you had too much sun today?”
“No, I’ve not had any sun. I’m just thinking clearly for the first time in weeks. God, I actually thought you wanted me. I was so f**king wrong it’s not even funny anymore. The clothes, the movies, nothing is doing it for you, is it?” Her cheeks were on fire at her wicked thoughts.
Killer paused, staring at her and then past her shoulder. “I actually don’t have a clue what you’re talking about.”
“God, I’m talking about sex. Why are you here when you clearly don’t want to be with me?” She was shouting the words. Her hands flew all over the place in exasperation.
Silence fell between them at her admission.
Killer’s answer was to laugh.
Seriously, he was laughing at her.
Hitting his chest, she slapped him hard hoping to shut him up.
Once again he caught her to him, stopping her from lashing out and hurting him everywhere. The way the bastard was treating her, he deserved a little pain. None of her emotions made any sense to her. She wanted Killer, and yet he kept her at arms’ length. Was she wrong to want him?
The laughter died as the first tear fell from her eyes.
Glaring at him she waited for more of his laughter. “Do you really think I don’t want you?” he asked.
“You’ve not even tried to be with me. Why should I believe anything else?” she asked, tensing.
He cupped her cheek, tilting her head back to look into her eyes. “You really don’t have a clue, do you?”
She remained silent hoping he’d put her mind at ease.
Killer shook his head.
“All of your education and a degree to your name, and you don’t have a clue.”
“If you’re going to keep throwing my lack of knowledge in my face, let me go.”
“No, I’m not letting you go at all.” He slammed his lips down on hers moving his hands down to cup her ass. She gasped as he thrust his pelvis against her stomach. His c**k was rock hard, pressing against the front of his jeans. Fingers sank into her hair, fisting the strands. Suddenly, he tugged on the length pulling her away from him. “You’re going to realize something once and for all.”
He walked her back until she was pressed against the far wall.
“You’ve been driving me f**king crazy. You don’t think I want to f**k you.” He didn’t give her a chance to answer before he was talking again. “Every time I see you I’m hard as rock. All I want is to get your na**d and f**k you. The moment I take your virginity I’ve got to give you time. I’m f**king big, Kels. I’m going to hurt you, but the moment I’m inside your tight little cunt I’m never going to want to stop.” He covered her mouth with his hand. “No, you’ll shut the f**k up and let me speak. I was being considerate to you. You tried to kill yourself, and I don’t care if it’s a mistake or not, I’m not going to try and f**k you so soon. I’m proving to you I want more, Kels. I’m treating you like a lady.”
Licking her lips, she tasted his skin on her tongue. His cursing turned her on. The smoky look in his eyes made her feel alive.
“Do you want me to f**k you?” he asked.
He didn’t withdraw his hand. She had no choice but to nod her head.
“You better make sure you know what you’re agreeing to. The moment I get inside your f**king cunt I’m having it all. Once I pop your cherry, Kels, Michael will have no choice but to divorce you. I’ll own every inch of you, and nothing is off the market. Do you get me?”
All he was doing was turning her on.
“This is your last chance to stop me.”
She didn’t say anything. Instead she stared into his eyes waiting for him to lose control.
“You’ve lost any chance of getting away.” He pulled away, taking a seat on the sofa. Killer kicked the coffee table out of the way. “Get your clothes off. I want to see you naked.”
There was no turning back now.
Chapter Twelve
Resting a hand on his leg Killer stared back at Kelsey waiting for her to make the next move. He’d been keeping his need at bay, masturbating in the shower twice a day to make sure he didn’t pressure her. The anger she’d just unleashed gave him some kind of hope that she’d moved on from whatever negative thoughts had been claiming her.
“You want me to get naked.”
“Yeah, the moment you do, I will f**k you.”
He wasn’t lying. Her clothes came off, and then he was f**king her pu**y. It was only a matter of time before Alex got what they needed. When he got the proof they were heading back to Fort Wills to get Michael out of their lives. Once the divorce was done and completed he’d be making their marriage real.
She fingered the base of her shirt. Her hands were shaking, but he forced himself to stay still on the sofa. His c**k pressed against his zipper begging to be released. No way was he getting his c**k out until they were upstairs.
If his c**k came out then there was no hope of being nice. He’d f**k her on the coffee table if he had to in order to get inside her.
The shirt came off revealing her tits bound in a white lace bra. He saw her large red ni**les poking through. His mouth watered, and his c**k pulsed even more. Resting his head on his hand, he waited for her to get rid of the rest of her clothing.
She pushed the jeans out, tucking her hair behind her ear as she went. Okay, she really was a full figured woman. The times he’d seen her na**d he’d never gotten the chance to take his time watching her.
Rubbing his cock, he tried to ease the pain of the zipper. She stood, hands clasped together in front of her.
“The rest.”
“What?”
“Take your bra and panties off. I want to see you naked, Kels.”
Hands still shaking, she reached behind her to remove the bra from her body. Cock hurting like hell, he waited for her to stand before him naked.
He recalled the men talking about their women going to the beauty salon. Looking at her pu**y, he knew she kept her hair trimmed. There was a time she would get a wax along with Tate. Killer didn’t much care for his woman having a bare pu**y.
“Come here,” he said.
She stepped between his legs. Reaching out, he placed a hand on her hip feeling her silky skin underneath his fingers. “Do you have any idea how f**king sexy you are?” he asked.
Kelsey shook her head. Moving her away from his legs he got her to open her thighs wide for him. Sliding a hand between her he cupped her pu**y. She was soaking wet. Glancing up into her eyes he saw she was nervous.