The billionaire's Toy

Sex of a kind

His lips touched mine lightly, he waited for a reaction, and when he got nothing.

He pulled me by my waist toward him, my hand reached out to his chest for balance, and I gazed up at him.

His lips covered mine, his tongue slipped right into my mouth. He made love to my mouth slowly and gently.

The earlier anger was gone and all that was left was sinful desires to own me and devour me. The thought made me shiver in anticipation.

He grabbed my neck, backing me against the wall. I let out a gasp when my back hit the wall hard.

His hands went to my ass as he grabbed It, I moaned into his mouth. His mouth never left mine as he unbuttoned my shirt, I let him pull it off.

He was so gentle and he treated me like a porcelain doll.

"Killian?" I moaned his name.

I froze slightly when I called his name, I was only to call him master.

He didn't mind, he pulled my head back as he kissed down my neck, leaving fire all over my skin.

He shed all our clothes, I faced him naked. I wasn't afraid of him anymore, my desire for him clouded my judgment.

He carried me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, he backed me further Into the wall.

He grabbed a condom from the table and wore it, he didn't waste any time before he entered me.

A moan left my lips, I was so wet from the violence he exhibited earlier. It was barbaric but I loved it.

"You are so wet." He groaned. "So tight,"

The praises warmed my heart and I rolled my hips to meet his. He increased his pace, nothing about him was gentle anymore.

He fucked me into the wall, his hand going straight for my throat. I moaned at the roughness.

My back hit the wall roughly and my hips were bound to be bruised with his grip on them.

"Ohhh!" I moaned loudly when he bit my neck, I felt my pussy flood with arousal at that euphoric feeling, I felt like a vampire coming down from a high.

It was too intense for me and from the look on his face. It was intense for him too.

He was swearing profusely and his veins appeared visibly on his neck like he was trying to hold back and it was hurting him.

"Yes," I moaned out.

He changed our positions, and he placed one of my legs on his shoulder, turning me sideways so he could go deeper inside me.

"I like the way your pussy grips me. You are so sweet." He muttered as he pounded into me.

A guttural moan left my throat, my lower abdomen tightened with promises that I found myself trembling.

His hand tightened against my throat and my fear came rushing back, my eyes darted to look for an escape.

"Catalina," he moaned my name.
His grip tightened more, I couldn't breathe. He was cutting off my air supply.

Is this how I die?

There was no pleasure anymore, all I felt was deep-rooted fear and the urge to flee.

"Massage!" I yelled out.

He froze suddenly, the light leaving his eyes as he stared at me.

"What?" He asked suddenly.

I couldn't look at him, my eyes rested on everything in the room but on him. I was so scared of him right now.

I heard him sigh and my eyes met him but I looked down immediately.

"Catalina, look at me." He said.

I didn't look, the floor was much more interesting than he was right now.

"So you are afraid of me." He said.

I shook my head but he was already soft, he dropped me on the floor and made his way to the bed.

"I don't understand, who were you with?" He asked.

I shook my head.

"Where were you?" He asked.

"I went to work."
He shook his head like he couldn't believe it.

I omitted a lot of things but I couldn't tell him anything, not if I valued my life.

"What changed? Did something happen? You are acting different." He said.

I opened my mouth and then I realized that I couldn't tell him about Zack.
There is no telling what he would do. I pondered on my words and carefully chose them.

I didn't want him to hurt me or anyone concerning this and I believe that Zack didn't tell me all of that for me to have him killed.

"Have you..." I started but I couldn't finish.

"Spit it out," he said.

"Have you ever killed anyone?" I asked.
His face registered surprise and he didn't waste any time before he answered.

"Yes, I have killed a lot of people." He said.

I took a step back immediately, "oh,"

"I am a businessman, Catalina. You don't think other men have blood on their hands? You do what have to do to survive out there." He said.

"I didn't know that," I said quietly.

"I am not a good person, Catalina and I never hid that. I have a dark side that you have seen glimpses of. You are pure and I like that about you."

"I know that, I just.."

"It's in the past and I can't undo it, not if I want to live the kind of life I have now. You wouldn't understand." He said.

He was right, I wouldn't understand what it took him to get this rich or who he had to fight along the way to become successful but once a murderer always a murderer.

Sometimes, they couldn't hold it in and it was a hard thing to pass. They had a penchant for blood after shedding it for so long.

He looked at him and I nodded showing that I understood him but deep down, I was afraid of showing him that I was afraid of him.

I couldn't let my emotions ruin me.