SEX WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCÉ-Chapter 191

- HAZEL -

I peak my head past the refrigerator door, keeping a decent watch of my environment while I eat the life out of this pastry. You know when you think being rich gives you all the benefit of good life and good food? Wait till you realise that there are better benefits known to man outside the life you’re accustomed to and even better food.

How does one bake heaven on earth? In a cake? Cheers to the baker, whoever it is. I’m dying out of pleasure. This is a walking mouth orgasm. I roll my eyes as the flavour sinks in my tongue. Now, if I die, I’d be happy.

“What are you doing?” The deep, masculine voice nearly makes me choke and spit everything out my mouth. I crane my head up slowly to visualise the masculine physique standing right before me, just behind the fridge. I step back. You know that embarrassing feeling you get when you’re caught doing something you’re not supposed to do yet it’s not a bad thing but how you did it makes it evermore embarrassing? That is me right now. “Don’t do that. . .” He takes a short pause. “. . Act like a thief. Turn the lights on next time.” I hear the sound of receding footsteps and immediately raise my hand up to signal at him while beaming from my standing position.

“Don’t!” I call immediately, forcefully chewing and swallowing everything in my mouth in one go. The sounds of retracting movements suddenly halt and I’m presented with silence. “I barely have anything on.” I look up to face him. The fridge lights already give my figure and attire away but I don’t want it out in the open. Not when I’m aware someone got my sex tape. I shouldn’t even be comfortable enough to have dressed this way in the first place.

“What have I not seen, Hazel?” Killian’s deep, husky tone resounds in my ears. My brows furrow and I meet his attractive, condescending gaze as his head is lowered slightly to face me.

I swallow, my cheeks burning. My eyes trace over my body, looking at what I’m wearing. It’s a short, thigh high, silk, spaghetti sleeve night wear. The material draws from both thin sleeve straps on my shoulder down to my navel, v- shaped, exposing the center of my torso completely. A lump forms in my throat. “Nothing.” I affirm, my voice a whisper.

“Look at me, Hazel.” Killian calls. I have no reason to oblige but his words masked something not usually noticeable. It masked a plea. I tilt my head up to look at him.

A gasp leaves my lips as I lock eyes with him. Those eyes. . . They’re one I’m accustomed to quite well. Ones I’ve loved glazing down my naked skin. The only ones I love being filled with desire and lust and hunger for me. “What do you want me to do now?” I ask, keeping my voice soft.

I hear his breath hitch. “Step out of there.” He orders.

I trace my gaze from one eye to the other, trying to read deeper into his soul. I can’t find anything. My jaw tightens and I swallow, stepping to the side.

“Good girl.” Killian declares. I don’t know why but the ends of my lips curved slowly into a smile. I never would’ve guessed how much I missed being referred by that. My teeth immediately sucks my lower lip in, biting subtly when I catch myself smiling.

“Am I your good girl?” I ask. I don’t know why I asked that in the slightest. The words just came out and I’m forced to watch myself bear my cross and accept it. Hopefully, it’s a good cross.

The refrigerator door comes shut and I flinch. “Do you want to be? Tell me.” Killian takes a step closer to me. My head immediately reads this as danger. We’re on the kitchen and he’s about to make it a danger zone for me. For us.

For some reason, I’m turned on by him. Not strangely though, it’s expected, I’m just stunned by how fast it happened. How fast he got my pussy dripping down my thighs. I clench my thighs together.

I noticed his gaze falter. He saw me. The look in his eyes says it all. He noticed. My lips part to aid me with breathing. For some reason, I’m panting hard. This is when the realisation hit me and it hit me hard. I’ve been stupid and careless. I don’t have a right to be mad at him. I don’t have any right at all. I miss him. I miss having him with me. I miss being with Killian with little to no worry and care in the world. I miss having him love me. I miss being loved. “Can I still be?” I ask, doubting it.

I’ve been very, unarguably hurt and projected my feelings at him. I could’ve told him. I could’ve trusted him but I chose not to and hurt both of us in the process. Yet he found out anyway. And even now, he’s the one I lean on when I need a safe place to stay. My eyes begin to water. I don’t want to cry here. Not like this. I’m ashamed. I feel stupid.

“Of course you can. You never stopped being her.” He says to me. His voice is so soothing and seductive. I can tell it’s not purposely but that deep voice can undo so many things in my body. Weaken anything, including my resolve. Killian’s body is so close to mine now. I don’t try to step backwards to avoid it, I want him touching me.

“Not even after everything?” I ask. A little reassurance is what I need. All I need even.

“Not even if you dive a knife into my heart. Or a bullet to blow my fucking brains out.” Killian lifts my chin up with two fingers. I let my eyes drown in his. That was an extreme example description but that definitely passed the point.

“I’m sorry.” I say. Genuinely, I am.

“It’s okay.” He breath. I feel his face so close to mine that I feel my eyelids closing drastically. This is when I realise.

“Killian,” I utter his name softly. “Cake.” I say. Hanging between us on my hands is the cake. Killian takes it away from me, freeing my hands. I don’t even know where he dropped it but I do know that he did not distance his body from mine in the slightest. Now there’s nothing between us. “Can I touch you?” I ask, leering my eyes all over his body which is blaring in my face.

“Since when do you ask for permission to touch what is yours?” This sends fire straight to my core. My whole body is overflowing with heat. “Touch me unruly in every possible way.” A hand makes its way underneath my silk dress, fondling my ass as it lifts me up brashly. This made me gasp. “I’m yours, Hazel.”

Hearing those words makes my eyes roll back in my sockets. I let my hands warm their way on his body. From his chest, to his waist, now feeling the width of his back. A moan leaves my lips as a wet tongue circles my nipple. I crane my head backwards.

“How can you wear something provocative and expect me to stay away?” Killian asks, his mouth sucking my skin. It’s all over me, exploring every inch of me like a lion tasting its lunch, in this case; dinner. I’ve never felt happier putting this on than I do right now.

“How can you make my mind run chaotic with just your lips?” I fire back breathlessly. I can barely think. My legs are wide open to accommodate his body between them although he’s not in me yet. The skillful way his tongue conquers every inch of my body is divine. I mewl.

Killian’s hands are all over me. Feeling my body while holding me in place. The way his fingers gives me every kind of ecstasy is despicable. The way my body responds to his touch is even more despicable.

Soft lips make its way to my neck, firing hot kisses on the planes of my neck. I tilt my head to the side to allow him.

A finger crawls up my thigh and rests on my clit. This makes my body jerk. Killian stops. My gaze met his in dismay as he parted from me, panting due to the effect of his caressing. He runs his eyes all over me. “Take this off.” He orders. I do as he says, keeping my eyes on him. My dress dangles from my finger to the floor. I notice him step on it.

Almost like he was daring me to put it back on. A huge hand holds my neck, pulling me to him. “There won’t be any role play.” Killian murmurs. “I want to fuck you. Right here on this kitchen counter.