Mercy

Killian's POV.

There was a knock on my room door and I was excited for all of half a second thinking it was Rosalind before realizing it wasn't.

Rosalind wouldn't have bothered knocking, she would have entered the room like it was hers and sat on the bed.

That was if she even bothered to come to my room. These days I was the one going there and I knew what she was doing. This was a repayment for all the things I had put her through.

Not that I minded, it was the sort of punishment I enjoyed and when she came apart at my touch, her body liquid in my grasp as I pushed her, that was all I needed. For now.

Very soon, sooner than she thought, I would have her exactly how I wanted her, naked, chained and at my mercy while I took her however I wanted.

I knew my plans would be delayed slightly by Cillian walking in on us so she would be feeling guilty and most likely try to pull away but I wouldn't let her.

The best part? Once I started on her, really started on her, she would beg me