Page 110 of Bad Influence
Thrust.
“Always.”
Thrust.
“Be.”
Thrust.
“Mine.”
I hold her gaze, letting her feel the force of my words. Her cunt strangles my cock and no matter how much she might want to protest it, her body will tell me the truth each time.
“No one will ever want you the way I want you, Caroline. My cock is going to stretch you wide every day and you’re going to take every fucking inch and thank me for it.”
I push a hand between us, circling her clit with my finger. Her pussy clamps down on my cock to the point of pain and her mouth opens in a silent scream as she screams. Her eyes never leave mine.
“Come inside me, Killian,” Caroline gasps. “Fill me up and mark me as yours.”
The words are enough to trigger my orgasm and I bury my face in her neck as my balls draw up and I come with a growl. Caroline wraps her arms and legs around me, holding me close.
“I can’t feel my legs,” Caroline says languidly.
I chuckle, kissing her shoulder and neck. Sweat cools on my body and I know we have to get cleaned up. I push up onto my elbows, but I don’t get far because Caroline has grabbed my chain between her teeth.
She releases it and says, “Where do you think you’re going?”
“Shower,” I reply with a kiss. Keeping her in my arms, I walk across the hall to the bathroom and get us in the shower. The cold water feels almost as good as Caroline pressing her body against mine.
“This is my favorite part,” she says.
“Getting clean after you’ve been dirty?” I ask.
I grab my shower gel and pour a generous amount on my palm that I massage on her body.
“Having you clean me after you’ve made me dirty,” Caroline explains.
I smile, dipping my head down to kiss her. “It’s my favorite part, too.”
I turn her around to shampoo her hair. Caroline leans her head back and hums softly. She loves it when I do this which means I love doing it for her.
“Are you upset?” I ask. I don’t have to explain what I mean.
“No, why would I be? It was never something I wanted, but my opinion never mattered.” I rinse the shampoo out of her hair and she turns around to face me.
“Beckett told me the reason he cheated is because he didn’t want to subject me to his needs. He was doing it to protect me. And then my parents told me how I’d disappointed them by reacting the way I did when I found Beckett cheating and that I should feel grateful he still wanted to marry me.”
The light in her eyes has dimmed slightly and I want to fucking punch my brother in the face for what he’s done. For what they’ve all done. They took her spark and crushed it under their heels.
“I was just an object they could put wherever they wanted. Nothing more than a piece of decoration,” Caroline says. “Sometimes, I feel guilty that I left without talking to my family. Then I remember that talking is only worth it if you’re sure the other person will listen. Objects have no voice.”
“You’re not a fucking object, Caroline,” I say. “You’re the brightest light in any room. A spark which shines blindingly bright and seeing you shine is one of the greatest pleasures of my life. You don’t have to be anyone other than yourself.”
Caroline’s eyes soften and she reaches up to push back my wet hair.
“Do you know, the only time I’d ever wanted to fight them was when they’d go on and on about what a bad seed you were?” Caroline says.
“I never understood it because you were just…you. The quiet boy who was always on the outside because he’d decided a long time ago that he didn’t want to be part of the charade. I was always a little jealous.”
