Maybe Yes (21 page)

“That won’t work.”
 

“It will. It was your plan after all. And you do no wrong, remember?”
 

“That’s not true,” he says. His body moves closer to mine. “I do a lot of things wrong. I do a lot of things that I shouldn’t do.”
 

I roll my eyes. “You’ve never done anything wrong in your life.”
 

His lips crash with mine. His lips are full of hunger, of need. I feel my body giving in to the kiss, but I can’t let it happen.
 

I push him away. “What was that?”
 

“It was me doing something that I shouldn’t.”
 

“Why shouldn’t you?” I ask, confused.
 

“Because you can’t fall for me,” he says.
 

But when he kisses me again, I wonder if he is the one who can’t fall for me.
 

I push him off of me. But his mouth just finds my neck instead of my lips.
 

“I’m still mad at you,” I say.
 

His mouth tugs at my earlobe. “I know.”
 

“I’m still mad at you for making Eli break up with me.”
 

I moan when he nips at the lobe.
 

“I know.”
 

“I’m still mad at you for ruining my date with Cedric.”
 

He tangles his hand in my hair, tugging my head back, so his lips have better access to my neck. “I know.”
 

“I’m still mad—”
 

“I know.” He moves his mouth back to my lips, shutting me up.
 

I’m about to make a terrible choice. As his tongue caresses mine, I know I’m going to end up fucking him again. His hands slide down the sides of my body, feeling my curves.
 

“Fuck, I want you, princess.” His greedy eyes take in my body, but it’s not good enough to see me in the sexy dress. He wants more.
 

His mouth kisses down my neck to the edge of the dress. His hands grab at the top, and when I don’t protest, he rips the dress in half. It’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
 

His eyes now lust with need to have my body. His hand grabs my breast without him asking, without him waiting to see if this is what I want. I’ve already told him with my parted lips, with my lust-filled eyes, with my heavy breathing. They all tell him how badly I want him, too.
 

“This is wrong,” I say.
 

He takes my exposed nipple in his mouth. He twirls his tongue around the hard bud, making me forget why this is wrong as I moan his name. He grabs my other breast and twirls his thumb around it.
 

“Maybe,” he says.
 

It makes me smile at him. He smiles back before disappearing between my legs. He pulls my panties down with his teeth, leaving me completely naked while he is still fully clothed. I grab at his shirt, and he gets the hint. He rips his shirt off. I watch as a few buttons fall to the sides. He stands and unzips his pants, removing them and his underwear.
 

He moves back on top of me, his lips hovering above mine. “I can’t believe you let him kiss this,” he says, running his thumb across my lips before devouring them with his own. “These lips are mine, not his.” He kisses me again harder, marking me as his own, showing me how jealous he really was when I was kissing Cedric. “He doesn’t have a right to these lips.”
 

He bites on my bottom lip, tugging on it like Cedric did earlier, but when Killian does it, liquid pools between my legs.
 

When he releases it, I repeat his words, “These lips are yours.”
 

He smiles at me. He moves down my chest and finds my breasts. He roughly grabs them, rougher than he has before. He takes one in his mouth, nipping hard at the nipple.
 

“He doesn’t get to see these nipples. He doesn’t get to taste their hard peaks or hear you moan his name as he drives you crazy.”
 

I moan as his tongue drives me wild. “Just yours.”
 

He moves lower, stopping between my legs. He takes my clit into his mouth, sucking ferociously, making it his. “He doesn’t get the pleasure of watching you come.”
 

I moan, “No, only you.”
 

When he’s done, he leans back and flips me over onto my stomach. He smacks my ass, hard. It stings, but it somehow also brings me pleasure.
 

“This ass? It’s mine, not his.”
 

“I’m yours, all yours,” I moan.
 

He smacks me again before he pulls me onto all fours. I hear him rustle with the wrapper of a condom before I feel him pushing at my entrance.
 

“You remember that, princess, before you go on another date. You remember that, when you get back, I’m going to punish you like I’m going to punish you now. You don’t deserve to come. You don’t deserve to feel good. You deserve to be punished for not understanding that you’re mine.”
 

He thrusts inside me without warning. It hurts at first as he fills me. This time, instead of going slow, he moves fast, but this time, I accommodate him. It feels good, going faster.
 

“Fuck, Killian,” I moan.
 

He slaps my ass again, and I cry out.
 

“Do you understand how jealous you made me?” He slaps me again as he thrusts inside.
 

“Yes,” I moan.
 

“Will you do it again?” He crashes into me again.
 

“No, never,” I moan as his balls crash into my clit.
 

“Why?”

He thrusts again, bringing me close, so close.
 

“Because I’m yours,” I pant.
 

His hand reaches around, massaging my clit, as he crashes his body into me again.

“You can come, princess,” he says as he massages my clit.
 

And I do. My body convulses as the waves wash through me. Killian follows right after, and we both collapse into a pile on the bed. His breath feels hot on my neck.
 

“You’re mine, princess,” he says before kissing me on the neck.
 

Then, he gets off me to go clean himself off in the bathroom, leaving me spent on his bed.
 

A large smile is stuck on my face. Cedric was right. Jealous fucking is definitely the best.
 

I don’t know what this means.
Does Killian like me more than he has been letting on?
I can feel my heart already falling for him. It’s not just because the sex was the best thing I’ve ever felt. It’s because he took care of me in a way no one ever has. He knew what I needed. He knew I needed him to feel jealous. He knew I needed him to own me. He knew I needed him.
 

***

I feel my time running out as I slip out of Killian’s bed. He’s still sound asleep, snoring, facedown on the bed.
 

Last night was amazing. By far, it was the best time I’d ever had with a man. But it was just his way of trying to control me. He was manipulating me to do what he wanted. He doesn’t care about me. And he sure doesn’t love me.
 

I shake my head at myself. I can’t believe he got me back in his damn bed. I used to be able to tell men no so easily. That woman is gone.
 

I find my ripped dress on the floor. I can’t put that back on. I go into the closet and find a T-shirt that I doubt he will miss and slip that on over my head. I also find a pair of his workout shorts and slip those on. If anybody sees me, they will know for sure what happened last night, but it doesn’t matter anymore. My time is running out.
 

I collect my ripped dress and purse off the floor.
 

Killian snores loudly, making me pause at his bedroom door to look at him. My heart aches as I look at him lying in the bed. If I stayed for just a few more hours, I’m sure we would spend the morning together fucking and then eating breakfast. It’s what I want—to spend more time with Killian. But every moment I spend with him, the further I fall under his spell. I become more attracted to the idea of marrying him, of letting him run my father’s company.
 

I can imagine it now. It would be a life of fucking, a life of butting heads, a life of me giving up my control. Our life together would be intense. I might even be able to love this man and have kids with this man.
 

The only problem is, he would never feel the same way about me. He would always resent the fact that he was forced to marry me to get the job of his dreams. He would resent that he had to give up his life of banging different girls to come home to the same boring woman every night. He would resent that his life was no longer his own.
 

I can’t do that to him. I can’t do that to me. I don’t know how to avoid that outcome without a fight though. And it’s a fight that I’m not sure I can win. But I have to try.
 

As much as I want to stay here and be kissed awake by this man, I can’t, so I do the only thing I can do. I leave without a word, without a good-bye, without any explanation.
 

I make it back to my hotel room without anyone seeing me. It is four in the morning, so I wasn’t expecting too many people to be roaming the halls, but this is Las Vegas. Anything and everything happens here.
 

I close the door to my hotel room and lean against it, taking a deep breath. I can’t be around Killian anymore. I’ll destroy both of our lives if I am.
 

I take the neck of the T-shirt I’m wearing and bring it up to cover my nose before taking another deep breath. I relax when I realize it smells like him. I take several more deep breaths before I make my way to my bed. I leave his shirt on as I climb under the covers. I set my alarm for two hours from now. I drift back to sleep as I breathe in his manly scent, imagining his arms are wrapped around me instead of the shirt.

I knock on Tony’s office door a few hours before I’m supposed to meet my grandfather. I just need to spend some time at the company—figuring out what life would be like here, what it would be like to run or even be a part of this company. Maybe then I might realize that this isn’t really what I want. That would make it easier to walk away.
 

“Come in,” Tony says from his desk.
 

I push the door open and sigh when I see the mess his office is in. If it’s possible, I think it looks worse than it did the last time I was here. Now, there are empty plates of food rotting from what looks to be lunch from a previous day.
 

“Just wanted to see how you were doing,” I say. But that’s not true. I’m trying to figure out how I’m doing. I’m trying to figure out if I really belong here or if I’m just kidding myself.
 

“I’m doing all right. The real question is, how are you doing?”
 

I shrug as I walk into his office and take a seat across from him. “I’ve been better.”
 

Tony gets up from behind his desk and takes a seat next to me. “Your father was one of the greatest men I ever knew. He was kind. He was fair.” He chuckles. “He was incredibly strong. He didn’t take any crap from anyone.” He looks at me. “You’re a lot like him.”
 

I shake my head. “I’m not as strong as him. I’m not strong enough to carry on his legacy. I can’t even convince people to do a simple expansion that is obviously needed. I can’t even decide what drink to order or what food to eat. I can’t even choose the right men to date.”
 

I look up to see Tony smiling at me.
 

“I never said your father was perfect—or that you are either, sweetie. I just said you were both strong.”

“I just wish he had told me what I was supposed to do—if he really wanted me to do what my grandfather wanted or if he wanted something else.”
 

Tony sighs. “Now, that is something I can’t answer for you. What I think matters most is what you want, what you think you were born to do. Whether that’s finding a way to run the company yourself, marry Killian, or run off and have nothing to do with the company, the decision is yours.”
 

My eyes widen at his words. “How did you know about Killian or about me possibly wanting to run the company?”
 

His words are warm as he says, “Oh, honey, the whole company knows that you are supposed to marry Killian. Your grandfather isn’t the best at keeping secrets. And you? You’re easy to read. I know the only reason you are spending any time with an old man like me is to try to learn, to see if this is the path for you.”

“Then, you know it’s not really my choice, my future. It’s my grandfather’s. It’s Killian’s. It’s not mine.”
 

Tony frowns. “That’s where you are wrong. It’s yours. Your father always made sure of that.”

“What do you mean?”
 

“It’s not my place to say.”

A knock interrupts us.
 

“Hey, Tony.” A young man sticks his head into Tony’s office. “Have you seen Killian?”
 

Tony shakes his head. “No, sorry. I think he’s at a meeting at the Felton Red Waves. He won’t be back until later this evening.”
 

“Shit,” the man says. “Is Lee around?”
 

I glance down at my phone. “I don’t think he is going to be in for another hour.”
 

“Shit,” the man says again. “I need someone to sign these, approving the initial demolition, and I need it now. They already showed up. If I don’t give them these forms, like, right now, they are going to leave. Then, who knows when the construction will start?”
 

“I’ll sign them,” I say without thinking.
 

The man looks at me in confusion. “Who are you?”