Fighting For You (Book 2)

Oh, but it hurts so good

Look at me, I'm on a roll. Just don't get use to these back to back updates. I'm quarantining bitches, so, I have more time to write. Once I start back working next week, you guys are gonna have to reread these chapters to fill the empty spaces that my slow updating ass will create. Anywhore, here another sexy time chapters for you. I'm currently working on the next one as you read. I'm trying to update as much as I can before work take over my life 😫 I love you guys and your comments give me life. I love them!

Before you get to reading, I'd like your opinion on something. I'm thinking (emphasis of the word thinking) of writing a book 3 which will focus on Killian and Lilly’s daughter, Rose. What do you guys think? Would this be something that you'd be interested in reading? Let me know if I'm getting way ahead of myself. Depending on how many of you reply than I'll know if there will be a book three. I love you guys. Now read on!

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Lilly’s P.O.V

I tried to move. I desperately needed need to use the bathroom and I was hungry as f**k. However, the pain in my body was not allowing me to go anywhere. Frustration built as I tried again with no success. Everything hurt and my body was protesting. It just wanted to stay lying down for the better part of a month, but I really needed to pee.

I tried several times but ended up giving up because it hurt so much just to move my legs. My need to pee also went away as my bladder realised that I was not going anywhere any time soon.

Killian reached for me at the same time that I decided that moving was not on my to-do list for the rest of the day. He pulled me closer to him. Tucking me in beside him. The action caused me to hiss in pain.

“God woman. Every time I try to punish you, I only end up punishing myself.”

If I could turn my head to look at him, I would, just to stare at him in disbelief and to see that cocky look I know must be on his handsome face. The bastard! The arrogant, cocky bastard. How did any of what I just experience was a punishment to him?

If I remembered correctly, which I most definitely did. It was my hands that he had secured so tight with his belt that I could feel the leather digging into my skin, not him. And I was the one that he was f**king so hard into the bed that the f**king thing almost fell apart. It was like he was trying to destroy my p***y.

I was the f**king one that he almost choked to death with his dick, and let's not forget the fact that he had me on my hands and knees, with my hair wrapped around his hand, almost trying to scalp me as he forced his dick in my ass. Reminding me that he’s the only one that’s ever been there. How the f**k did any of that hurt him. I was the one being punished motherf**ker! Me, not you! If you ask me, you were enjoying your f**king self too f**king much.

I didn’t actually say any of that out loud because I was more than afraid that he would not take my back chatting too well. And I definitely was not in the mood for any more of his punishment. I had enough to last me a lifetime, thank you very much.

I might be upset about the pain that I was in, but I also can’t deny the immense amount of pleasure I felt as well. I know that probably sounded sad and twisted, but I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t like my sex a little twisted. I’m a f**ked up person and I can’t deny it.

He pulled me even closer to him and I used what little energy I had in me to snuggle up to him. He ran his fingers through my hair.

“I might not have your heart, but your body is definitely mine.”

I didn’t reply because I knew better than to try and argue with him. There’s no changing Killian’s mind once he sets it on believing something.