45. Obedient

Lips brush on top of mine and I suck in a sharp bretsh, trying my best not to give in to the temptation of kissing him. Of lunging forward and capturing his rough and bitten lips between mine. I wanted to taste his lips and tongue and I wanted to let him devour me as he knew to do best, but I had to control myself.

"Even if I understand, that doesn't mean I trust you, Killian." I answer and I can feel him smirk.

His lips catch my bottom one and he tugs at it playfully before locking his mouth on top of mine and kissing me forcefully, ignoring my little pleas and struggles. The man took what he wanted, when he wanted and at some point I'd have to get used to it and make peace with myself. This man was a conqueror. He would not expect me to bend to his will without a fight, but he did not care much for my fight and struggle. He took what he thought belonged to him.

Instead of pulling away, he deepens the kiss, tilting his head to the side, his tongue invading my Mouth and waging war aga