Chapter 4

Killian”s growl reverberates through the room, a primal sound that sends shivers down my spine as he closes the distance between us. Without warning, he reaches into the shower, yanking me out with a force that both startles and excites me. My back collides with the wall, the impact sending a jolt of adrenaline coursing through my veins, and his hard body presses against mine, trapping me between him and the cool tiles.

”Is this really what you want, Angel?” His voice, low and intense, rumbles in my ear, his warm breath sending tingles down my neck. ”To be claimed like this, hard and rough? To be treated like we own you? Especially after what you went through with your stepfather?”

His hands grip my waist with a palpable tension, his muscles coiled with anticipation. The air crackles with electricity as I meet his piercing blue gaze, my heart pounding in my chest.

”Yes,” I respond, my voice steady despite the rapid thud of my pulse. ”Yes, Killian, I want this. I need the pain you offer to replace the pain he caused.”

His lips crash onto mine with a fervor that borders on desperation, a fierce and possessive kiss that ignites a fire within me.

The steam from the shower envelops us, swirling around our entwined bodies as Killian”s kiss intensifies. It”s a collision of passion and desperation, the roughness of his touch a stark contrast to the gentleness I experienced in the days prior. Yet, in that moment, it feels like exactly what I need.

The intensity of our kiss overwhelms me, and I surrender to the tidal wave of emotions that sweeps through me. Killian”s hands tighten around my waist, holding me firmly against the wall as he deepens the kiss. His tongue seeks entrance, twining with mine in an erotic dance that leaves me breathless and aching for more.

The warmth of the bathroom has nothing on the heat that surges between us, the steamy atmosphere only adds to the sensory overload. My fingers tangle in his long hair, pulling him closer, craving a connection that goes beyond words.

With a swift motion, Killian effortlessly lifts me, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he carries me out of the bathroom. The contrast of the cold air against my damp skin makes me shiver, but it only heightens the intensity of the moment.

He strides with purpose, navigating the room until he reaches the bed. Breaking the kiss, he tosses me onto the mattress, and I land with a gasp, the cool sheets a stark contrast against my heated skin.

Rayth steps forward, his hand moving to grip Killian”s shoulder. ”Killian,” his voice is steady, a note of caution in his tone. ”Let”s make sure Everly is absolutely sure about this.”

Killian”s jaw clenches, but he nods, the fire in his eyes undimmed. Rayth turns to me, concern etched on his face. ”Everly, are you sure about this?”

I meet Rayth”s gaze, seeing the genuine worry in his eyes. Despite the whirlwind of desire that still courses through me, a moment of clarity emerges. I take a breath, steadying myself. ”Yes,” I assert, my voice strong. ”Yes, I want this. I need this. By giving my body to you, I feel like I have a say—like I”m taking back a piece of myself.”

Damon speaks up, a note of caution in his words. ”And protection, Everly? We need to know you”re safe.”

The mention of protection brings a twinge of shame and embarrassment. ”I have an IUD,” I admit, my voice barely above a whisper. ”I had it put in during college. It should still be effective.”

Damon”s gaze shifts, a new question forming in his eyes. ”Are you... clean?” he asks delicately, his concern evident.

I hesitate, the shame rising within me. ”I don”t know,” I admit, the weight of the truth heavy on my chest. ”He didn”t use protection when he...” I can”t bring myself to say the word—rape.

Killian”s expression turns cold, a simmering rage bubbling beneath the surface. ”I”m going to kill him,” he declares with chilling resolve, his words cutting through the heavy air like a blade. The room seems to freeze, the storm outside momentarily forgotten.

Damon”s eyes narrow, and a low growl escapes his throat. ”Killian...”

But before Damon can finish his warning, Killian climbs onto the bed, his presence looming over me like a predator. His eyes, usually filled with fierce intensity, now burn with a dark fire as he speaks, each word dripping with venom.

”I”m going to cut off his hands for touching you,” Killian”s voice is low and menacing. ”Cut out his eyes for ever looking at your gorgeous body. Cut out his tongue for speaking words to make you doubt yourself.” The threat hangs in the air, a promise of brutal retribution.

”And then,” Killian continues, his voice taking on a colder edge, ”I”ll cut off his dick and shove it up his own ass so he knows what it feels like to be raped.”

Surprisingly, instead of fear, a strange sense of arousal washes over me at the dark fantasy Killian spins. My fingers thread through his hair, gripping it tightly as a twisted urgency takes hold of me. I want that, I want him and his dark fantasies, I want all of them.

Deep down, I know the images he conjures are just fantasies, that they won”t actually kill someone for hurting me. But the sheer heat, arousal, and dark desires that his words ignite within me are more potent than anything I”ve ever experienced before.

I pull Killian”s lips back to mine, the kiss hungry and demanding, fueled by a strange blend of passion and the macabre images he paints. As we kiss, my hands fumble with the buttons and fabric of his shirt, tearing it apart in my need to feel him.

Killian struggles to keep touching me, his own hands working to rip apart his clothes. The room echoes with the sounds of fabric tearing, the violent sounds only adding to the charged atmosphere.

My hands, trembling with desperate need, move lower, fumbling with Killian”s jeans as if driven by an insatiable hunger. As they fall open, revealing more of his sculpted body, I”m struck by the raw power emanating from him. Despite my desperation, his fingers find their way to my pussy, and with a groan, he slowly slides them through the wetness there and into me.

”You”re so wet,” Killian”s voice rumbles like distant thunder, his words dripping with dark desire. ”Did what I say turn you on, Angel? Are you wet at the thought of me torturing and killing your stepfather?” Each word sends a shiver down my spine, mingling pleasure with a sinister allure.

I moan in response, the pleasure building with each movement of his fingers. The dark desires stirred by his words are inexplicably entwined with the need for physical connection.

Damon kneels on the bed beside my head, his hand grasping my chin to force my attention to him. ”Everly,” he says, his voice steady, ”do you have a safe word?”

As Killian”s fingers curl inside me, a guttural moan escapes my lips, arching against the bed until Damon squeezes my chin again. ”No, I don’t,” I confess breathlessly, the admission hanging in the air.

Damon”s expression turns serious, his gaze unwavering. ”Pick one quickly. It”s important.”

The intensity of the moment demands a decisive choice. In a split second, I blurt out, ”Strawberry.”

Damon nods, acknowledging the chosen word. “Use it if it gets to be too much. Everything stops if you use that word.”

Killian pulls his wet fingers from inside of me and brings them to his lips, sucking them clean one by one. “You even taste divine, Angel,” he murmurs, his gaze never leaving mine as his tongue wraps around each finger. It’s so fucking erotic and feels like he lit a blaze under my skin, the fire inside of me burning hotter.

As Killian kicks his jeans away, Rayth appears with a bunch of condoms in hand. He tosses them onto the bed, the foil packages making a soft landing. Killian, still hovering over me, reaches for one with a swift motion.

As he tears the packaging open, his eyes lock onto mine. I can”t tear my gaze away from him, the connection between us intensifying as he rolls the condom onto his thick veiny cock. It is almost intimidating to look at, bigger than any that I saw during any of my previous sexual encounters.

The bed shifts under Killian”s weight as he positions himself, his eyes never leaving mine. The predatory edge to his gaze makes my heart race. As he presses into me, the world seems to contract to this singular point of contact. I whimper as his cock stretches my pussy–he is so large I can feel every inch as he pushes it inside of me. There is no gentleness, no concern for my tiny body.

Rayth”s voice cuts through the intensity of the moment. ”Killian, pause. Let her adjust.”

Killian stills, his eyes locked with mine, and a low growl escapes his throat. It is then that I realize something crucial—the pause, the consideration for my well-being, comes not from Killian”s emotional response but from the external guidance of Rayth and Damon.

If it weren”t for them, Killian wouldn”t have stopped even in that first instance in the bathroom. There is a disconnect in Killian”s emotional responses. He seems to care for me, yet his actions are driven by a different force, a force that requires the intervention of the others to ensure my safety.

Killian”s pause allows me to catch my breath, my body adjusting to the intrusion. Yet, beneath the surface calm, a primal urge stirs, fueled by the dark desires he awakens within me.

As the pause stretches, Killian”s words cut through the charged silence. ”I can”t wait to see you covered in the blood of your enemies,” he says, the darkness in his tone speaking to that dark part of my soul he seems to have an instant connection to. ”I can”t wait to fuck you as we bathe in the blood of those who have ever wronged you, angel.”

The macabre imagery once again stirs a primal response within me. It should be disturbing and wrong, but instead, my body thinks it is just right. It twists the desire inside me, making me moan and clench around him involuntarily. Killian”s eyes gleam with a feral intensity as he starts to move again, driving into me like an unrelenting force.

The feeling of his cock moving inside me, thrusting deep and stretching me has pleasure washing away the lingering pain, leaving me in a strange state of euphoric surrender. I arch against Killian, my hands searching for his hard chest. When I find it, I dig my nails into the flesh, a desperate attempt to ground myself in the reality of the moment.

”That”s it, Angel,” Killian”s voice growls in my ear, urging me on. ”Scratch me up. Make me bleed for you.”

The request feels strangely liberating, a physical demonstration of the control I crave. With renewed fervor, I rake my nails down his chest, leaving crimson trails in their wake. The sight of blood mingling with sweat and desire makes something primal within me roar. So I do it again and Killian groans deeply, his thrusts becoming harder and deeper.

Killian becomes fixated on the blood dripping onto my pale skin. His eyes gleam with an almost predatory hunger as he watches it spread.

Rayth and Damon climb onto the bed on either side of me. Damon”s touch is rough yet deliberate as he spreads the blood on my sweaty skin, coating my nipples with a firm pinch. Rayth, his movements equally purposeful, spreads the blood upward, wrapping a bloody hand around my throat in a gesture that borders on possessive.

The kiss from Rayth is savage, his mouth meeting mine with a ferocity that leaves me breathless. The sensory overload from every direction elicits a guttural moan from deep within me, my body responding to the overwhelming stimuli in ways I hadn”t known possible.

But amidst the whirlwind of sensations, a new and unfamiliar pressure coils deep within me, igniting a sudden urge to pee. Confusion and embarrassment cloud my thoughts as I try to pull away from Rayth, only to find myself held firmly in place. The conflicting signals my body sends leave me disoriented, struggling to make sense of the chaos within.

As my body betrays me in unexpected ways, my pussy clenches with an almost violent force, ejecting Killian completely in a burst liquid heat that gushes from me, coating Killian and the bed. Instead of recoiling, Killian seems to revel in it, his fingers moving rapidly on my clit prolonging the orgasm that crashes over me with devastating force. The pleasure is overwhelming, uncharted territory that leaves me screaming into Rayth”s mouth, lost in a sea of sensation.

And as the aftershocks of pleasure ripple through me, Killian thrusts back into my pussy to the hilt with renewed force. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the room. The intensity of Killian dominating my body sends another wave of pleasure coursing through me, though not as overwhelming as the first. This one creeps up on me, a smaller climax that has my nails tearing into the flesh of Killian’s chest again.

With a primal growl, Killian finally succumbs to his release. The pleasure ripples through him, and I feel him pulse inside me. His frenzied movements slow to a stop and he pulls out of me. He moves backwards off the bed, staggering back away from it when his feet hit the ground. His breath comes in harsh pants as he stands there. He looks like some sort of god while his eyes travel over every inch of me.

Sweat glistens across his chest, mingling with the harsh, angry lines of blood that trail down towards his still-hard cock. His gaze, fixed on my trembling form, holds a mixture of satisfaction and possessiveness, like a conqueror surveying his territory.

But before I can fully comprehend what has just occurred, Killian turns to Rayth with a determined expression, their silent exchange speaking volumes. His words, though directed at Rayth, reverberate in the air like a distant echo, a warning of the primal urge that still lingers within him.

”I need to leave the room,” Killian declares urgently, his voice low and urgent. ”I can”t stay here or I”m going to fuck her again, whether she”s ready for it or not.”