Chapter 5: Frustration r18
Kian stopped immediately, his body freezing above her.
He stared down at her tear-stained face, the uneasy suspicion from the theater flooding back.
Two weeks of rejections. It was unheard of for her.
But looking at her fragile, trembling form, he swallowed his frustration, pulling away with a forced smile.
"Fine," he muttered as he adjusted his trousers.
"Go to sleep, Isabella. I have some paperwork to finish in the study anyway. Don’t wait up."
He turned on his heel and closed the bedroom door behind him.
Kian stormed out of the main house with his jaw clenched in frustration and gravel crunching under his shoes as he cut through the shadowed paths toward the isolated guest cottage.
His blood was still boiling from the opera.. Isabella’s sudden distance, Aaron’s smug fucking smirk.
He needed to bury it all.
The cottage door flew open.
Alice was already there in nothing but a thin silk robe, pacing, her nipples already stiff against the fabric since she got a text from Kian.
The second he stepped inside, she spun toward him, lips twisting in a bitter pout. "You took her to the opera, Kian. That should’ve been me in the lights, not that blind, useless bitc—"
He didn’t let her finish.
Kian grabbed her by the waist, yanked her hard against his body, and crushed his mouth to hers in a deep kiss.
His tongue invaded her immediately with a hot and fierce hunger. Alice moaned into him, melting instantly, her hands clawing at his tuxedo jacket as she kissed him back with equal hunger.
He shoved the robe off her shoulders. It pooled at her feet, leaving her naked.
Kian’s hands were rough as he found her full tits, squeezing them hard before he bent his head and sucked one hard nipple into his mouth.
He licked and bit her, sucking greedily while his other hand slid down her stomach and between her thighs. Alice was already soaked for him.
Kian pushed two thick fingers inside her without warning, curling deep.
"Fuck, Kian—" she gasped, hips bucking.
His fingers fucked her fast and deep, the wet, obscene sounds filling the cottage as he switched to her other tit, sucking harder, teeth grazing the sensitive peak.
His fingers pumped relentlessly, stroking that swollen spot inside her until Alice’s legs started shaking.
She gripped his shoulders, crying out, and suddenly her pussy squeezed hard around his fingers.
A hot gush of squirt sprayed over his hand and wrist, dripping down her thighs as she came with a loud scream, soaking the floorboards.
Alice’s hand fumbled desperately at his trousers, freeing his cock. He was rock-hard, thick and heavy, veins pulsing along the rigid shaft.
The swollen, flushed head was already leaking precum. She wrapped her fingers around him, stroking from base to tip, her thumb swirling over the slick head.
"God, you’re so fucking big," she whimpered, pumping him faster, loving the way his cock throbbed in her grip.
Kian growled, slamming her back against the wall. He hooked one of her legs over his hip, lined up his cock, and thrust in with one brutal stroke, burying himself balls-deep in her dripping cunt.
Alice moaned out loud at the sudden stretch, her walls fluttering around his thick length. He felt enormous inside her, hot and pulsing and stretching her perfectly.
He didn’t give her time to adjust.
He fucked her hard against the wall, hips snapping, driving his cock in and out in long, punishing strokes.
The wet slap of skin on skin echoed with every thrust.
Every time the image of Isabella’s face or Aaron’s mocking smile flashed in his mind, Kian slammed harder, deeper, his balls smacking against her.
Rage and lust twisted together until he was pounding her like he could fuck the humiliation out of his system.
Alice clung to him, moaning shamelessly, her tits bouncing with every violent thrust.
"Yes—don’t stop Kian—fuck me!"
He gripped her ass, spreading her wider, driving even deeper and the climax came fast.
With a low, ragged growl, he buried himself to the end and came hard, thick ropes of cum flooding her pussy as his cock jerked inside her.
Alice whimpered, still trembling, but Kian pulled out abruptly, his cock still half-hard and glistening with their combined fluids.
She reached for him. "Kian, wait—"
He didn’t answer with words. Instead he grabbed her, spun her around, and bent her over the back of the couch.
Her ass was up, legs spread, his cum already leaking down her thighs. He slapped her ass once, hard, then pushed back inside her in one smooth glide.
This angle let him go even deeper. He fucked her in long, powerful strokes, one hand fisting her hair, the other gripping her hip hard enough to bruise.
"Take it," he snarled, slamming into her. The wet squelch of her cum-filled pussy filled the room as he railed her.
Alice pushed back against him, moaning louder, her second orgasm building fast.
Kian reached around and rubbed her swollen clit, and she caved again, squirting around his cock in messy pulses that soaked his balls and the floor.
The sight and feel of her coming so hard pushed him over the edge a second time.
He buried himself deep and unloaded again, pumping more cum into her spasming cunt until it overflowed and dripped down her legs.
Only then did he pull out, breathing hard.
Alice stayed bent over, legs shaking, thoroughly used and leaking. Kian tucked himself away, adjusting his clothes with cold efficiency.
"Kian..." she murmured, voice hoarse.
"I can’t stay," he said flatly. "If Isabella notices I’m gone for too long, she’ll start asking questions. Be patient."
He left without another word, the door clicking shut behind him, leaving Alice alone with his cum still dripping out of her and the ache of fresh bruises on her skin.
Back in the master bedroom, Isabella lay wide awake in the heavy silence, her unseeing eyes staring up at the ceiling.
Nearly an hour later, the bedroom door clicked open. The mattress groaned as Kian slid back under the covers beside her.
Isabella held her breath, her entire body going stiff from fear.
The air around him was thick. He reeked of strong alcohol, sweat, and the sharp, unmistakable scent of another woman’s perfume.
A cold, sickening realization settled deep into Isabella’s chest, making it hard to breathe.
She had been so incredibly stupid in her past life, entirely blind to the betrayal unfolding right under her own roof.
She squeezed her eyes shut against the darkness, forcing her breathing to remain slow and steady as she lay next to her murderer, praying that Aaron Kazarov would answer her call.