Killer (The Skulls 5)
The Skulls, 5
Kelsey is married, and Killer needs to get away from her before he does something he might regret. Losing himself in a drunken night is not the answer, especially when he can’t stop loving her just because she’s off-limits. He confronts Kels to get all the details.
Her world is crashing around her. Everywhere she turns, she feels trapped. Panicking, Kelsey takes matters into her own hands. She would have succeeded, but Killer saves her, acting quickly.
Never before in all of his life has Killer been scared, and he’s even taken lives with his very hands. But seeing Kelsey’s on the brink of death, he knows he has to do something to protect her from the man who calls himself her husband.
It’s a race against time for Killer to protect his woman, as her husband is not all he seems to be. He’s got enemies who are looking for any way to hurt him. Will The Skulls be there for Killer, or will he face his enemies alone in order to protect the woman he loves?
Be Warned: anal sex, spanking
She watched him hold a towel out for her.
“Come on, baby. It’s time to rest.” She stood up stepping into the towel he held out to her.
As she followed him to the bedroom, he dried his hair with a towel before running it over his body.
His body was to die for. Hard muscle covered in ink. She’d always gotten aroused by the sight of him without a shirt, and now she knew what he looked like completely naked. He bent down over the cases, opening each one.
“Here, I imagine you’ll want to put this on to sleep in.”
Catching the sheer nightwear she turned her back to him to dry her body. By the time she’d put the lace on she wondered what the point was. Anyone with good eyesight would see everything she had on offer.
Killer already lay in bed, staring at her. “Remind me to thank Alex when I see him next.”
“Why?” she asked.
“That,” he said, pointing at her body, “is fucking perfect.” He lifted the covers giving her room to slide in.
“We’re sleeping together?”
“We’re married. Where else do you expect me to sleep?”
“Right.” She toyed with the rings on her wedding finger wondering how she was going to keep up the falseness.
Sliding under the covers, Killer banded an arm around her waist, drawing her close. She felt his cock rest against her ass.
“You’re not wearing any clothes,” she said.
“Of course not. I never wear anything to bed.” He snuggled in close, his large body making her feel small compared to him. “One day you’ll be wearing nothing at all.”
“Why would I do that?” she asked, feeling wide awake.
“Through the night, I get horny. When you’re naked I can slide into your body rather than take care of business with my hand. You’ll come in handy.” He kissed her neck, moaning.
Nipples hardening once again, she pressed her thighs together at the sudden heat swamping her core.
“You’re wet right now, aren’t you, baby?” he asked.
His lips were making her nerves stand on end.
“Yes,” she said.
His fingers caressed her stomach before sliding down to cup her pussy. “Fuck, you’re burning up.” He pushed her nightgown out of the way to slide a finger between her wet folds. “Fuck.” Killer kept cursing. “Why didn’t you tell me how desperate you were?”
“I thought I did when I offered to sleep with you,” she said, staring at the far wall.
The hard brand of his cock made it hard for her to focus on anything else but his touch. She felt on fire from it.
“We’re not going to fuck tonight, baby. I’ll take care of you,” he said.
His other hand cupped her breast as he worked her clit. She frowned. Killer was going to touch her bring her to another orgasm while she didn’t even get to touch him?