Page 123 of Bad Influence
Either way, I need to stay away from them.
I make my way to the restroom, the only place I’m likely to get any peace. Thankfully, it’s not full of gossipers and the only person in here is the attendant. I give her a small smile when I walk in.
I lean against the counter and breathe out, shaking my head. It’s a good thing Killian doesn’t attend a lot of these because I’d almost forgotten how much I hate these society events.
I’m making sure my make-up is good enough to survive the rest of the night and fixing my hair when the door opens behind me. I’m not surprised when Killian walks inside.
“Can we please have a moment?” Killian pulls out a wad of cash and offers it to the attendant. She glances at me and I try not to blush.
With a sigh, she accepts the cash and walks out. Killian locks the door.
“You carry a huge amount of cash on you and you tell me to be safe,” I say, shaking my head. I twirl a piece of pair and tuck it safely under my clip as Killian walks up behind me.
“You looked like you were having an interesting conversation,” he says, his hands settling on my hips. I look at us in the mirror, and I’m once again astounded by how I’ve ended up here. How easily he leans down to press tiny kisses on my neck and shoulder.
“Mm, the tales of your sluttery,” I say.
He glances at me in the mirror. “My what?”
“Apparently, there were a slew of women in your past because you’re a little slut who gets bored easily.”
“Am I?” Killian asks, blue eyes sparking like fire. “I’m surprised you gave me a chance.”
I tap a finger against my lips. “Me too, honestly. If the sexual history isn’t bad enough, what if you get bored of me, too?”
“Maybe I need to prove that all I need is you.”
“Maybe you do,” I say, my lips parting. My voice gets softer because Killian’s hands are moving, pulling my dress up my legs until it’s bunched around my waist.
“It’s a good thing you’ve reformed me,” he says. He traces the edge of my panties before sliding his middle finger inside me.
“Always so wet for me,” he groans.
“I’ve been wet for hours,” I whisper. A soft moan escapes me as he continues pushing his finger in and out of me, torturously slowly.
I reach behind me and fumble with his belt.
Killian chuckles dryly. “Sweet little Caroline needing to be fucked in public because she can’t wait.”
I push my hand through his boxer briefs and wrap it around his thickness. Killian hisses in a breath.
“It’s all your fault,” I say. “You’re the one who made me this way.”
Killian removes his hand from my panties, leaving me bereft. It’s not for long, though. I feel the head of his cock pushing against my entrance and with one thrust, he’s inside me. I’m never going to get over the feeling of him inside me, stretching me to fit him.
“Fucking made for me, butterfly,” Killian groans. My head falls forward and he wraps a hand around my throat, pulling me back against him. The cool metal of his rings digs into my soft flesh.
“I want you to watch us. Watch yourself fall apart for me. Watch me tell you that I belong to you and no one else.”
I brace my hands on the counter, the force of his thrusts pushing me forward. Each time he pulls out, my pussy tightensaround him, refusing to let go. Something about seeing his hand on my throat just makes me wetter.
“Look how perfectly take my cock every fucking time,” he says.
His heated eyes meet mine in the mirror as he continues to thrust. I can’t look away, I can’t close my eyes. He has me hooked.
“You like being mine, don’t you, Caroline?”
“I like knowingyou’re mine,” I say.
