Chapter 2

Killian

"That all you got, tough guy?" She purred, her hot whiskey breath fanning my face as we staggered into the hotel room. 

     I couldn't remember her name. Charlotte? Charlene? Scarlett? Hell, it didn't matter. The only thing that mattered right now was those lips and the obscene things I planned to do to them. 

        "Seriously you have to come up with something better than this." She mocked. "You said you were going to manhandle me up. Is this how you plan to do it?" 

     Filthy little kinky brat. She looked somewhat younger than me, twenty-something or thereabout, certainly not young enough for me to give two fucks.

        "You have no idea what you're asking for, blondie," I growled, reaching for her ass and squeezing hard. "I'm not an easy pony to ride."

     Her breath wavered. "Try me." 

        "Oh, I will." I gritted. "And when I'm done cuffing you to that bed, spanking your ass bare and fucking you so hard, you'll be begging me to use you, and I'll do it, I'll mark you, eat you up, spit you out and make you my fucking bitch." 

     Her breath trembled slightly, her eyes shimmering with a look I knew too well; Want. She wanted it. I knew her kind. They were defiant, locked in their tower of stubbornness but once they gave in, sweet lord, they'd do unspeakable things just to please you. 

     A cruel smile sprawled over my face when she remained too stunned to bite back. "Cat cut your tongue, blondie?"

        "You have a smart mouth for sure." 

        "You haven't seen anything yet." I grabbed her by the throat and pulled her to me, ascertaining dominance as I sealed her hot mouth in a harsh kiss that left us both breathless when I pulled away. "On your knees. It's time to take me into your mouth." 

     She stared down at my hard bulge and flushed crimson red. 

     I smirked. "What? Shy? Scared you can't take me?"

     Her eyes came back up. "I sure as hell can." 

        "Very well then. On your knees, now."

        "Just so we're clear, I'm doing this because I want to, not cus you asked." 

        "Tit for tat, blondie."

     Narrowing her eyes, she sunk to her knees in front of me and my stomach clenched when she unzipped me and took me into her hand. "I have to give it to you." Her hungry jade eyes drank my dick in. "I was not expecting this." 

     She gripped me with just the right amount of pressure to send a hiss right through my mouth. "I have a huge cock, I get it. Now if you're going to suck me don't make me wonder how much longer I'm gonna have to wait."

     A wicked smile stretched over her face. "Do I have a choice?"

        "That depends on if you want to leave this room sore or not."

     She chuckled. "Cocky bastard."

        "I've heard worse." I buried my fingers into her hair and twisted it. "Show me just how good your tongue game is." 

        "Here goes nothing." She snaked out her pretty pink pierced tongue and laved at my shaft before slowly taking me into her mouth. It was warm, wet. I moaned when the tip of her tongue swept over my sensitive spot, lapping at me like a melting ice cream cone on a hot Sunday. 

        "Deeper Blondie." Holding her hair tight, I pushed into her mouth and her shoulders hunched. "I need you to go a little deeper than that." 

     Raw, intense, choking sounds of pleasure erupted from deep within her feminine throat. She didn't stop. She was gagging and choking, froth now dribbling down from the corner of her mouth but she didn't stop, she continued to force me down her throat like a desperate little puppy.

        "Good girl." Keeping her head still with my hand, I thrust faster, in and out. Her nails dug into my flesh, her doe eyes bleeding black tears. My stomach tightened. I could feel my orgasm stirring, but that feeling was short-lived when my cell phone started to buzz.

     Fuck.

     I groaned. 

        "What's wrong?" She looked up at me with concern in her eyes. 

        "Don't stop," I told her, reaching for my phone at the back of my pocket and glaring at the contact ID that popped up.

     Tanya, my grandfather's social worker. What the hell did she want now?

     I picked the call, staring down at Blondie as she took me back into her mouth. 

        "Sir Fobster." A tiny voice laced with anxiousness rang from the other end of the phone. 

        "What is it, Tanya?" I gruffed, pushing the pleasantries aside.

        "Sir," I couldn't see her but I could tell she was fidgeting. "Your grandfather, he had a pretty bad heart attack again and is at the General Hospital."

     My stomach dropped. 

         "How the hell did that happen?!" I boomed, sending blondie flying back in shock.

     Tanya was silent for a moment. 

        "Answer me!" 

        "He overdosed on enhancement pills while with his mistress, sir." She rushed out.

     What the—

     That old fucker. 

     I squeezed my fist, trying to calm my nerves. "I'm on my way." 

     ***

     Thirty minutes and I was tapping my fingers harshly on the sleek hospital counter as I waited for the reception to go ever whatever she had to. 

       "VIP room 16," she finally responded, motioning to the elevator doors. 

    The ride up was extremely nerve-wracking. The antiseptic smell of the hospital made me sick to my stomach. Fuck, I hated being here, but he subjugated me to this ordeal every damn time. 

    The moment I arrived at his ward, I barged into his room unannounced, still fuming from rage and quite horny.

    He was currently conversing with his nurse—sending her looks that made my skin crawl.  

    Noticing my presence, he craned his nearly bald head towards me and his eyes brightened.

       "Killian." It seemed my presence surprised him. "Who told you I was here?" 

    I shot a dark glare at the nurse who still stood there looking doe-eyed like some china doll, and she bowed slightly before sauntering out.

       "Your social worker called," I stated, approaching the bed. 

    He groaned. "That damn girl. I told her not to worry you."

       "Well she did and she told me everything. Viagra?" I clenched my fists, refusing to give vent to my frustration. "Of all the things you could take, you choose to overdose on Viagra?" My voice was a little harsher than I'd intended but I didn't apologize for it. This old man deserved a beating. 

    He waved my outbursts away and rolled his eyes like a teenager. "It was just a one-time thing and well, she was hot."

    She was hot?

     I laughed. 

     How old did this man think he was?

    If I didn't care about him and the fact that he was my grandfather, I would've smacked him on the head with a bat. 

       "What the fuck is a man who has a heart condition taking Viagra and screwing a woman for. Do you want to get yourself killed?"

   He narrowed his eyes. "Someone has to do it since my only grandson constantly refuses to get married or bear me great-grandchildren."

    I forked my fingers through my hair and suppressed a groan. "Don't you get tired of having this argument with me?"

       "No. You turn thirty soon. You need a wife, some babies, a stable home." His head tilted arrogantly while he fixed me with a look that said he would argue this to the ground but I had no desire to argue anything with him since he'd just barely survived a heart attack and I did not want to be the cause of another one.  

     I sighed. "I'm not going to argue this with you."

     "Killian, I need to go to my grave knowing you are not going to end up as lonely as I did." 

   My chest tightened. "You are not going to die."

    He shrugged. "I am old. My heart is not as strong as it once was and sooner or later I'm going to join my daughter, your mother. If she were alive she would've wanted you to quit your philandering with all these women and settle down. Is that so much to ask?" 

    My jaw clenched. I didn't want to talk about this. "Why won't you have the operation your doctor is recommending?"

       "And why won't you marry?" He countered. "Perhaps if I had great-grandchildren to look forward to, the pain of such an operation would be worth going through." 

    I scrubbed my hands over my face. As a man, I had my codes. Getting married or having children wasn't one of them. I didn't care about commitment or devotion and the incident with my ex should've been enough to promote my reasons but this fucker wouldn't budge. 

         "Are you saying you won't have the operation if I don't marry?" 

     He nodded simply. "Yes."

    God, this man was as stubborn and stiff as a log of wood. "Do you always have to be so goddamned rebellious?"

       "If it means you won't end up lonely then...yes."

    I released a disbelieving breath.

    I was anything but lonely. 

    I didn't hurt. I felt nothing most of the time. But I was not lonely. 

       "I am not lonely."

       "You've changed since your relationship with Megan ended. You've become more vicious and I know grief hurts but—"

      "Forget it." I cut him off, I didn't want to hear it. Didn't want to be reminded. "I won't get married."

    "I know I can't force you. I don't want to force you. But I am not consenting to the operation until you do."

    For some reason, anger coiled in the pit of my stomach. "Fine."

       "Fine," He repeated.

       "Fine!"