Chapter 61 Compensation

Chapter 61 Compensation

It was only then that Lila noticed Killian's eyes were like the deep, endless ocean, exuding an elegant and mysterious glow.

If she wasn't careful, she felt like she could be sucked right in.

Lila's eyes were seductive, and her small tongue playfully curled around his knuckles, sucking hard.

The massive beast lying dormant between Killian's legs was already rearing its head, waiting for the right moment to break free.

Just as Lila felt tired and wanted to spit out his finger in her mouth, Killian took the opportunity to push his middle finger in as well, mimicking a thrusting motion.

The sensation wasn't exactly pleasant.

But it sure did ignite desire.

Lila squirmed, grabbing his other idle hand and placing it on her chest.

Her wanton actions made Killian's eyes cloud over, dark and stormy, like the sky before a thunderstorm.

Dangerous.

But Lila wasn't afraid.

Seeing Killian's large hand just resting there without moving, Lila bit his finger in frustration, her pressure increasing without any sense of restraint.

The next second, his fingers suddenly spread wide and then clenched hard, as if trying to squeeze milk out.

The unexpected move made Lila frown, but along with the pain came an overwhelming emptiness.

"Your chest is pretty big." Killian withdrew his hand, looking at the deep, neat row of teeth marks on his three fingers.

He grabbed her chest and kneaded it on his own.

The sensitive tips, stimulated, quickly became hard, poking out through the fabric in two shameful little points.

Watching the two mounds swell in his hands, Killian's primal instincts were fully awakened.

Violently, he tore her clothes open from the zipper.

Her high, firm breasts practically bounced out.

Bouncing, so enticing.

"You're not wearing a bra?"

"Be gentle... it hurts..."

"You're such a slut."

Killian spat out, noticing the faint marks he had left on her pale skin the day before.

Killian remembered that Lila had been a virgin the first time they were together, blossoming into maturity under him like a flower bud opening.

He even remembered the faint traces of blood mingling with the flowing water.

But that was it.

She was beautiful, the experience was good, and her status was thrilling, but after it was over, Killian felt no attachment.

This was why he had been indifferent to affairs of the heart for the past few years.

Boring.

It seemed that apart from business acquisitions and the ever-increasing revenue numbers on financial reports, nothing in the past few years had excited him.

But today, Lila was surprisingly stunning.

Could it be the effect of that soup?

Killian felt a painful swelling in his lower abdomen.

He lowered his head, using his mouth to replace one of his hands, playing with the restless softness, while his other hand traced up her leg, reaching the already flooded area.

This time, he had no patience left.

Lila had wanted to say something, but the intense scene in front of her turned her mind into a mess.

She knew she couldn't let desire cloud her judgment, so she pushed the slightly out-of-control man away and darted to the door.

She was here to take his life, not to give herself away.

"Um," Lila turned around anxiously, "the door seems to be locked by your grandma."

Killian, extremely displeased, went to check the lock, trying several times but failing to open it.

He cursed and then kicked the door hard.

However, the response was an even harsher scolding, "Killian, your grandpa is resting downstairs. If you make such a racket again, are you trying to scare him to death so you can bury him early?"

After the scolding, Eleanor didn't forget to offer some loving comfort to Lila through the door.

"Lila, be good, don't mind him. Go back to bed and rest. We go to bed early and wake up early. In about half an hour, we'll be asleep and won't hear a thing. It's your wedding night, so I won't disturb you."

After Eleanor left, Lila shrugged helplessly. "You heard her. It's not my fault. And don't get any ideas. I have high standards, and for you..."

Killian didn't even spare her a glance, striding to the balcony and opening the sliding door with one hand. 

He turned back to Lila, his face expressionless. "Jump yourself, or do you need my help?"

Lila's mouth twitched. 

What kind of pervert was this, asking her to jump off the balcony on her wedding night?

Was he even human?

"This is the second floor. If I jump from here and get crippled, what then?"

"I'll take care of you." The three words were devoid of any warmth, making Lila suspect he was trying to find a way to kill her.

"If you hate being in the same room with me so much, then you jump. I'm not jumping." She crossed her arms defiantly and plopped down on the corner of the bed.

Killian's gaze turned icy. "I don't like anyone touching my things."

Lila wrapped the summer blanket tighter around herself. 

Hadn't he touched her enough already?

"Don't like it? Then leave! No one's forcing you to watch me sleep."

Lila kicked off her shoes and slid under the covers, making herself comfortable and covering up completely.

There were only two places to sleep in the room: the bed or the floor.