Chapter 7: Crossing the Line

Killian’s groans vibrated against my neck as I kept grinding on his lap. The thick bulge of his cock pressed right against my soaked pussy through our clothes. Every roll of my hips made the leather of my dress ride higher and sent sparks shooting through my clit. I was dripping wet, my black lace panties ruined, and I wanted him to know it.

I sat up straighter, looking down at his face. His cold grey eyes were almost black now with lust. His big hands gripped my ass hard, fingers digging into the soft flesh under the short hem of my dress. He wasn’t pushing me away anymore. He was pulling me closer.

“Feel that?” I whispered, grinding down slow and dirty in a circle. “That’s how wet I am for you, Killian. I’ve been soaked since you dragged me up here. Since you looked at me like you wanted to fuck me in front of everyone.”

His cock twitched hard under me. I could feel every inch of it straining against his pants. Thick. Long. Ready. I rocked faster, pressing my aching pussy right along his length, letting the friction tease us both.

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” I breathed against his ear, my hair falling around us. “Since I was younger and you’d stand in the background watching me. I’d touch myself at night thinking about your hands, your mouth, your cock. You're my brother’s best friend, and yet all I could dream about was you claiming me. Ruining me for anyone else.”

Killian’s breath came out ragged. His hands slid up my sides, gripping my waist under the leather. His discipline was cracking right in front of me. The loyal right hand man who never broke rules was losing the fight.

“Princess…” he growled, but it sounded more like a plea now.

I leaned in and licked along his sharp jawline, tasting salt and skin. Then I whispered right against his lips, “I don’t care about Dante. I don’t care about the danger. I want you inside me, Killian. Right here in this booth. Fuck your little sister fantasy and take what you’ve wanted for years.”

That did it.

His control shattered completely.

Killian’s hand caught my hair, fisting it tight. He crashed his lips against mine in a brutal kiss. No softness. No hesitation. Just pure hunger. His mouth claimed mine, tongue pushing past my lips like he owned me. He tasted like whiskey and sin, mixed with the tequila still on my tongue. I moaned into the kiss, grinding harder on his lap as our tongues fought.

The kiss was messy, desperate, years of hidden want exploding between us. He bit my bottom lip, then sucked it into his mouth. I gasped, rolling my hips faster, rubbing my soaked pussy along his hard cock. His other hand slid under my dress, gripping my bare ass cheek and squeezing hard.

“Fuck, Alessia,” he growled against my mouth, breaking the kiss for a second before diving back in. His tongue fucked my mouth in rhythm with my grinding. I could feel his cock throbbing under me, leaking pre cum and making a wet spot on his pants.

I kissed him back just as hard, my hands sliding into his dark hair, pulling him closer. My breasts pressed tight against his chest, nipples aching. The booth felt like it was spinning. The muffled bass from the club matched the pounding of my heart and the pulse between my legs.

He tasted my desire. The tequila. The need I’d carried for him since I was a girl. And he gave it right back.

Killian pulled my hair, tilting my head back so he could kiss down my neck. His teeth scraped my skin, sucking hard enough to leave marks. I moaned loud, not caring if anyone outside heard. One of his hands moved between us, cupping my pussy through my soaked panties.

“So fucking wet,” he rasped, rubbing his palm against me. “This pussy is dripping for me, princess. All because you teased me all night.”

I whimpered and rocked against his hand, chasing the pressure. “Yes… for you, Killian. Only you.”

He kissed me again, deeper this time, his tongue claiming every inch of my mouth while his fingers pushed my panties aside. Two thick fingers slid along my slick folds, teasing my entrance. I cried out into the kiss, grinding down, begging without words.

His discipline was gone. The man who always stood behind Dante like a shadow was finally taking what he wanted.

I felt powerful and helpless at the same time, riding his lap, kissing him like I’d die if I stopped. His cock was rock hard under me, and I wanted it inside me so bad it hurt.

But he kept kissing me, devouring me, tasting every bit of my desire while his fingers played with my pussy. The kiss turned slower for a moment, deeper, like he was savoring the sin we were committing.

This was the line. We had crossed it completely.

And there was no going back.