Chapter 50 50

Chapter 50 50
Aspen 

DAY TWENTY FIVE 

The fucking didn't just end with Killian and me doing it against the wall. It progressed to the dining room where Killian bent me over the table and then fucked me hard, making me cum all over again. It was so wild and good. I did not stop wanting more. 

I was already so far spent, as he dragged me to the couch and ate my pussy. I had a very intense orgasm after Killian fucked me with his tongue and that was when my body gave way. I was so very exhausted and the only thing on my mind was resting and closing my eyes to sleep. 

Killian lay on the couch and then, made me lie on top of him as he whispered to me to sleep. I immediately fell asleep and I woke up in that same position. I was the first to wake up and I was still sleeping on top of Killian. My head was on top of his chest and my legs were wrapped around his waist. I was literally covered in dry cum and sweat. And I was naked from my waist downwards. Killian was the only one who had his clothes fully on. He tucked his dick in last night as he zipped up his trousers. I did not even know where my pants were. 

I did not move almost immediately. I remained lying on top of Killian and maybe it was because it was very comfortable and I did not want to move away from that spot. I was listening to his soft heartbeats and I could tell that he was asleep. 

Lying in that position felt very intimate and for a split second we felt like lovers. But I knew that what we had was very far from that. Killian and I were enemies. We did not like each other. We only enjoyed the pleasure that our bodies gave and the sex was simply a no-strings-attached sex. I did not even see myself falling for a man like Killian. 

He was too violent. He was hard to handle. Hard to read. I knew that a million things were going on inside his head. A million emotions but Killian knew very well how to keep all of them bottled in. I did not know him at all. I only knew what he decided to show me. That was how people knew him. That was the part of him that he wanted to show people. There was more to Killian Davenport. 

I shifted a bit as I could not shift too much because Killian had his hands wrapped around my waist. Keeping me in place. I slowly comfortably lifted my head so I could see his face. Killian was a beauty. He was so handsome and had to be like the most attractive man ever. He even looked more handsome when he was asleep and I was suddenly tempted to kiss him. 

I wanted to kiss him. His pink lips were so inviting. Everything about him screamed masculinity that you couldn't help but want Killian Davenport. My desires gave in and I slowly leaned in for a kiss. I stretched a bit so that my lips could meet his and I planted a quick kiss on Killian’s lips. 

“Stealing kisses huh?” I smiled. Killian still had his eyes closed and I knew that he was awake and probably trying to get back to kiss. 

“I'm curious..” I began, but he slowly shook his head with his eyes still closed, telling me to go on. “Why do you like chewing gum?” I asked. He did not give me an answer the first time I asked and I wanted to ask again because I wanted to know why. Brooke said that it was a coping mechanism and I wanted to know what it was.

Then I also wanted to know why he had a very different surname from his parents. There were lots of things to know about Killian. The only valid thing I knew about him was that he was a single child. He was in the mafia and I did not even know a lot about his mafia life. He was that private. 

“It's a coping mechanism.” Same thing Brooke said. 

“From what?” I asked in a soft voice, bringing my hand to his face, as I began to trail my finger down the side of his face in a slow motion. Some strands of his hair framing his face. I liked Kill’s hair a lot. It was soft, full and I really liked holding onto it whenever he was fucking me. 

“I was diagnosed with Antisocial Personality Disorder when I was a teenager. I'm a psychopath. I deal with PTSD. So I was very aggressive and violent when I was growing up. Any slight provocation could lead to my killing someone. I beat up people at school and killed people who annoyed me. It started with me killing animals. I killed mom’s cat.” He let out a small laugh. His eyes were still closed.

“She loved that cat. You need to see the look in her eyes when I handed over the dead cat to her, looking remorseful. My mother was horrified and she despised me so much.” He scoffed. “I knew she began to regret the day she gave birth to me.” That was a lie. Frankie loved Killian so much. She wanted to be his mother, but Killian was the one pushing her away. 

“It was a lot of struggles for me and a lot of visiting the rehab. They just wanted me to start feeling. But nothing worked. It got worse instead. The bloodlust. There was a time I could not stay a day without spilling blood. Killing keeps me going. It keeps my head in check. One day I just picked up a gum, started chewing it and I discovered that it kind of distracted me. So I became used to it.” 

“So you're chewing gum all the time is just you trying to be in control.” Killian nodded and he finally opened his eyes. 

“Yes. It distracts me from not killing.” I gulped. That was intense. And I was supposed to be scared. My husband just admitted to being a cold-blooded killer. He had a mental condition that made him violent. I finally understood Damien's warning, 

That was why Killian almost shot me, shot Brooke, and did not blink once. It was because he was incapable of feeling. He did not know how to feel emotions. He simply did not feel guilty when he did that. 

“What now? Are you going to run away now that you know that I have killed so many people?” He asked and the look in his eyes seemed like he wanted me to be scared. Anyone in my shoes would. Killian was a psychopath. He also mentioned PTSD. But I was not scared of him. 

“Why do I have to run?” I held him around his neck instead. 

“Because I'm so hard right now and I want to fuck you hard.” He whispered and my cheeks flushed red as my pussy clenched.,

“I'm not stopping you or attempting to run away.” Killian chuckled as his lips found mine, then he flipped me over. It was going to be another long morning.