Chapter 109 KILLIAN.
KILLIAN’S POINT OF VIEW.
The dim lights of the amber room fade away to the back of my mind as I sit sprawled out on the red leather couch, facing the girl dressed in black leather lingerie before me. Her blonde wig stops perfectly at her back, on the spot before it gets to her butt.
Just like hers.
She grabs onto the pole and grinds on it slowly, the move meant to arouse me, as she juts her plump ass against it. I specifically had her put on a mask, the illusion of who I wanted….no; needed her to look like she rode on that.
She swings her legs over it in one move and climbs on it expertly before coming down again. I take a long drag of the cigarette in my hand while staring at her. She has lips the shape and colour of a rose, and that should have been enough.
But they look nothing like hers.
They just seem….different.
Perhaps it’s because she wasn’t her, and no matter how hard I tried to make her look like her, to make my mind believe that it was her… it just didn’t work.
Angrily, I tapped the butt of the cigarette against the plate and dropped it once I was sure it wasn’t lit anymore. Sipping on my whiskey, I commanded, my voice hard;
“Come here.” She didn’t hesitate as she walked over to where I was, her steps deliberately slow in an attempt at being seductive. The move should have excited me, should have made me aroused….but all I could feel was anger.
“You asked for me, sir.” She said, her voice low enough to be seductive, as she panted above me.
“On your knees, now.” She doesn’t waste a moment and drops to her knees immediately. I don’t need to tell her anything else, because her hands are at my belt, undoing it so she easily slips my cock out.
“What do you want me to do, sir?”
“What did we say about speaking?” I asked, my eyes narrowing into slits as anger filled my chest again. I hated when she spoke. Her voice ruined the fantasy; I was supposed to imagine my girl, but her voice….the second she opened her mouth to speak, it was like I could hear glass breaking, as my illusion faded into nothing.
She doesn’t say anything else after that; it’s not like she could anyway, because I fill her mouth with my cock before she could say anything else.
Her eyes stare back at mine, the bluish green contacts I forced her to wear adding to my fantasy, as my vision morphs to show me the face of the one girl whose lips I wanted wrapped around my cock.
Sloane.
My Sloane.
“Yes, Sloane.” I rasped, groaning as my cock hit the back of her warm throat. “You’re such a good girl, Sloane.” I mused, wrapping my hand around Sloane’s beautiful blonde hair, and thrusting into her mouth.
She moans around my cock with each thrust, the vibrations adding to my arousal, and making me harder as the sound of my groans fills the room. In less than no time, my balls tighten, and I release into her mouth with a shout.
She pulls away from me immediately, and I try not to look at her as she wraps her arms around her body defensively. She’s dressed in the perfect duplicate of Sloane’s uniform, her hips as wide and perfect as those of Sloane.
Her hair was blonde because I had her dye it like that. She hates it, though. I could see it from the way she occasionally pulled at it until she grew frustrated.
“Stop sulking,” I said, my voice hard, as I got up and fixed myself.
“Why do you like doing this to me?” She asked, her voice sad, like she was about to start crying. She knew how much I hated that.
“If you’re about to start crying, just don’t. You know how much I hate watching my Sloane cry;” I smirked, turning my head to glare at her; “Except we’re pretending she’s breaking up with Lucien again. You know I can’t resist that one.”
It’s a game I had her play whenever Lucien got too possessive over her. It calmed me down, because I knew it would not be so long now that they would separate, and I would finally get what’s rightfully mine.
“You make me dress like her, look like her, smell like her. Hell, you changed my wardrobe to fit exactly like hers, and you force me to get haircuts exactly as she does. Why do you like doing this to me, Killian? I love you….but all you can think of is her. And she doesn’t even belong to you.”
My hands pause over my buttons at that last bit, as my eyes darken instantly.
“What did you just say?”
“She isn’t yours, Killian. She’s with Lucien, and I don’t think they’re ever going to separate, so why not just…”
“Just what?” I asked, turning around to finally face her with a humourless smile. “What am I to ‘just’ do?”
“Forget her.” She whispered, her brown eyes unsure, and filled with something that looked like tears.
I hated the sight of it.
She should never cry, not while she has on contacts that look exactly like Sloane’s eye colour.
“Don’t you dare cry with my girl’s eyes on you.”
“You keep doing this! Are you ever gonna listen to me?”
“No, because you’re my flavour of the month, until I get what I want. So suck it up, and do as you’re told. I don’t want to hear about this again.” I said, kissing her before she could say anything else, and walked out of the room without sparing her a second glance.
Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I dialled my father’s contact with a smile. My plan was kicking off, and before Sloane knew it, she would be mine.