My EX's Mafia Twin

Preface II

PREFACE II

Katarina.

|Past|

24 years old.

I'm drunk... so drunk.

I feel my feet moving across the floor as if I'm walking on fluffy cotton, my body swaying from side to side, the bottle of vodka hugged against my chest as I hum the song playing on the speakers.

I don't even remember why I'm like this. Being an actress sometimes confuses me so much that I feel like I'm acting out my own life. Pretending my parents are perfect instead of the mess they are, filling my life with trauma. Pretending that nothing happens when someone tries to make a pass at me. Pretending I'm not in pain from the ice that bathes my soul.

Lately it's all been leading me to the same thing, holding this beautiful bottle in my hands.

I keep swinging, here and there, here and there, back here.

Sweet doom.

Without stopping my drunken swaying, I pick up the bottle and look at my reflection.

Katarina, you are beautiful. The perfect ice princess. So why do I feel like I'm falling apart inside?

My smile feels watery and as a small tear rolls down my cheek, I tilt my face to wipe it away with my shoulder. Before I can do so, a hand reaches out from my right and grabs my jaw in a firm grip, then lips press against my ear.

"These are mine alone" the husky voice roars just before a warm tongue catches my salty drop, disappearing into his mouth.

My breath catches in my chest and I turn my face until our noses brush.

"Reid... "

"Here I am," he says almost bitterly, "your faithful knight in shining armor."

I'm so drunk I hear Killian's sarcasm in his voice.

"What are you doing here?"

"You sent me a text" he reminds me.

That makes perfect sense, that's what I always do.

I get drunk, I call Reid, we get more drunk and end up in a bed of mistakes.

What am I doing with my life right now?

Even though I don't feel any attraction for him, even though he doesn't feel anything for me either.

He, the famous singer of the moment.

Me, the actress of the moment.

He's my best friend, but when I kiss him drunk, I close my eyes and pretend he's his twin.

Someone on the disco dance floor pushes me and I stagger, crashing into Reid, which elicits a laugh from me and a grunt of annoyance from him.

Whoops.

"f**k it" I hear him mutter, then he roughly grabs my forearm and starts to pull me off.

I follow him, laughing like a maniac as this gruff man pulls me away as if I'm an inconvenience instead of his new plan to amuse us.

"I thought we were going to get even drunker."

"Get in the car, Katarina" he pushes me against the back seat, himself opening the door with his free hand, not waiting for my driver to open it. I fall face first against the seat and find that so funny that I start laughing hysterically again.

I laugh and laugh, ignoring Reid's irritated snorts as he climbs in beside me.

Now I'm hopelessly happy.

Today I can more easily pretend it's him.

For the first time, my drunken mind is doing a near-perfect job.

I straighten against the seat in a stumble, the bottle of vodka somehow hasn't slipped from my fingers, and I hug it tighter, happy that it's bringing me sweet ignorance.

I bring the bottle to my lips, but Reid's hand comes out and snatches it from me, then he throws the bottle out the window, not caring if he might hurt someone on the way.

I blink, watching his outburst.

Then I burst out laughing loudly.

"I'm hallucinating" I mutter and fall against him, resting my cheek on his shoulder.

He lets out a growl full of annoyance again and I smile, so drunkenly happy at his attitude.

I hold him so close that my lungs fill with the pungent, spicy smell he gives off. His rich aroma invades my lungs and expands into every atom of my being. And there I am, seeking more of that aroma, consuming it like an addict. I bury my face in the material of his leather jacket and inhale.

It even smells like him.

"f**k you, Katarina," he growls at me as I climb up his neck, burying my face in the hollow that gives off more of his scent. I could get drunk on this, I could live forever in this fantasy.

I laugh again and somehow roll over him and climb onto his lap. All this in search of more contact, longing for more touch.

Mmm...

Tentatively, I slip my hands inside his jacket, then reach under the fabric of his T-shirt and my fingers caress firm, taut muscles. His skin is warm and soft, also the man is still and stiff beneath me. Looking into his eyes, I see the anger and almost hatred with which he looks at me, but I also feel his erection pressing against my ass.

I throw my head back, searching for his eyes.

"That would be a first" I tell him.

"What?" He barks at me like a rabid dog and I laugh again, pressing my forehead against his to feel him closer.

"The first time you get hard so easily."

"Shut the f**k up" and though his voice is just a whisper against my lips, somehow it comes out full of hot, red rage.

I smile and stretch my lips to very gently taste his.

He doesn't move, his arms limp at his sides and his body still tensed beneath mine... but he doesn't stop me either.

I go back for more, tasting his mouth again. I take his lower lip in a long slow suck, my spine shudders and I rock against him a little. He tastes perfect, his lips hard, but supple under mine. And when I move across his upper lip, holding him longer inside my lips to suck him in long presses, a grunt vibrates in his chest, where my fingers press to feel his heat.

And I continue to eat his mouth bit by bit, sucking again and again on those perfect lips, without putting my tongue in, just savoring his still lips that don't encourage me, but don't show resistance either.

When I've had my fill, I move to the corner of his mouth and plant a small kiss there, pausing for a second to savor the moment. Then I move to the corner of his eye, which closes, allowing me to give him the kiss. I smile at his permissive gesture and an inexplicable tenderness fills my chest.

My body feels warm and everything about him feels perfect, right and the most real I've ever had.

Wanting more kisses, I pull my hands out of his shirt and run them up his belly, my fingers groping his taut muscles over the fabric. I take my time in my caresses and finally let my hands rest on his shoulders, seeking support to lift myself up and bring my lips to his temple. I pause for a second, caught up in the moment and the perfect scent my mind simulates. I smile against his skin, trace my lips down the line of his hair, then down his forehead, down his nose, the tip of his nose until I return to his mouth.

"Are you high?" He asks, looking up at me as I finally pull back, searching his eyes.

I smile even wider, looking into his dark eyes, darker than his normal brown that I'm used to by now. His long, messy brown hair, giving him a wild air that has always fascinated me about him, only him.

Every time something comes out of his lips, the fantasy becomes more real.

"Maybe" I answer, "because it never felt like that."

Fumbling, I reach for his hand and bring it to my face, wrapping my cheek with his touch.

I close my eyes and lean into that gesture, not letting go even as he tries to keep his hand. With a firm grip, I hold his skin in mine and take refuge in his neck, where that scent is still present.

And I coo there, lost in a fantasy, wishing it were real.

|...|

I open my eyes as I feel myself being placed on a bed. In the darkness of my room, lit only by the moonlight coming through the large window, I see Reid's silhouette on top of mine. He arranges the pillows as he looks for my best comfort, all in silence, as if he doesn't want me to wake up.

"Wait..." I tell him when he tries to move away.

"Go to sleep now."

"Then come..."

"I swear to God, Katarina" he says exasperated, looking at me angrily. "What are you, a kid?"

I just smile and pull him by the hand, throwing him on the bed and quickly climbing on top of him to prevent him from leaving.

I laugh at the look on his annoyed face.

"What gives you such a laugh, ice princess?"

"What my mind can do" I reply.

"You're like a vat."

I shrug at his words, because it doesn't matter, he may not even be real.

I settle better on his belly, my thighs on either side of him. Without looking away from my hands, I gently grope his chest, tracing my fingers across the white fabric of his T-shirt. He no longer has his jacket on, allowing me to feel him more freely.

"Is there something wrong with me?" I ask, not stopping to draw random patterns on his chest.

"I'm a therapist to a drunk now," he whispers under his breath, "There's something wrong with everyone, Katarina, but if you'd tell me exactly why you're asking, I could give you an answer."

It's so rude, but I find myself opening up to him.

"I was always asked to be perfect, to keep emotions only in front of the camera, the less I feel, the better..."

"It makes sense."

"So why do I still feel so much inside?"

"Just because you're an ice princess, doesn't mean your heart is too."

I raise my eyes to his, his words rolling like an echo in my being.

"And that's wrong?"

"It is what it is" he says with a shrug, "there's no point in trying to change yourself or go against the grain, you just have to embrace who you are... everything will be easier when you accept it."

He makes it sound easy and I almost believe him.

But the truth is, when all my life I was instilled with an indifference that is consuming me, it's hard to go against that.

Especially for him.

For him.

If I drop the mask, if I let my feelings come out, then I will be weak for him.

And he will tear me to shreds, break me into countless pieces.

I close my eyes and sigh, so many emotions pulling me in all directions.

"Will you hold me?"

"I don't know how to do it" is his answer.

"You don't?" I look into his eyes and it looks so much like him, I keep pretending it's him. "It's too easy."

"Not for me."

"Just wrap your arms around me, like this..." I help him, taking his hands and helping him wrap them around me. I never thought a hug would be hard to pull off, but somehow he manages to make it a difficult task to do. His arms are tense and all of him is tense, which makes me laugh harder at his discomfort.

His jaw moves in a sharp twitch and that movement captivates me so much that I don't even think about it to move forward and trace that hard muscle with my tongue.

His hands tighten further on my back, until they become fists, his fingers gripping in a firm tightening grip on my long hair, making me gasp as he pulls it tight. The sharp movement lifts my face back, exposing my neck to his warm breath.

"That's not a hug" I whisper, looking at the ceiling, waiting for his next move.

There.

My eyes close as his mouth opens against my pulse, sucking my skin hard, warming me from the inside out, so deliciously good.

His mouth is rough and urgent, sucking on my skin with his mouth open and running his tongue up the entire arch of my neck. I gasp at his actions. He is so primal and possessive, it makes my skin crawl with goose bumps. His mouth stops at my jawline and he nips the skin sharply with his teeth, making me shudder again. And he sucks and bites and kisses me until he's satiated, but I don't get satiated so easily, not from him. When he tries to pull away, I tangle my fingers in his own hair, lift myself up and lay my chest exactly against his mouth.

His hot breath blows on my n****e, but he doesn't make the attempt to take it into his mouth.

So I do it for him.

I pull away, his hands caress down my back to my hips and he looks at me with dark eyes as I pull my shirt off, unbutton my bra and lean back, taking my breast into his mouth.

And he still doesn't suck me.

With a newfound bravery, I cup my breast with my hand and slowly drive it further into his mouth, until his moist lips brush against my n****e.

I shudder, throwing my head back at that simple touch, his warm breaths raising goose bumps on my skin and I am a puddle between my legs.

I grind against his belly, seeking friction and when it's not enough, I lower my hand inside my skirt, push my panties aside and shamelessly rub my wet p***y against the firm muscles of his belly. I feel myself wetting his shirt, his hands on my hips tighten until they hurt, but I don't care, much less when his mouth opens and finally, finally he swallows my breast, sucking and sucking on it like a starving man.

"Damn you for making me feel desire" he growls angrily before using his fingers to take my breast almost whole into his mouth, pressing the plump skin of my tit to fit in a single, hungry mouthful. His other fingers attend to the other breast, stretching my n****e to pain, his mouth feeding on my breast with such dominance that I could c*m with just this.

But I need it.

I need him.

I need him.

"Killian" I moan voicelessly towards the ceiling, making sure he doesn't hear.

He takes my breasts in his hands and squeezes them, then proceeds to kiss them more gently, sucking one n****e and then another, wet motions stretching my skin, driving me to madness.

Desperate as ever, I move between us and reach for his zipper, but as I start to pull him out, he suddenly turns me around and slams me face first into the bed, climbing in behind me.

"Ah" I groan, his hand wraps around my hair like a bow and tilts my head back.

"Do you want my c**k?" He whispers against my ear.

"Please."

"Where?" He asks, tearing my panties to lunge shallowly against my ass.

"Please" I repeat, trying to look behind me, but his grip on my hair tightens and stops me.

"Where do you want me?" He repeats, bending down to bite one cheek of my ass so hard that I cry out. "Where, Katarina?"

The way he says my name, how he savors it on his tongue and repeats it more times than usual in each sentence thrown at me, I love it.

"In your ass?" He keeps asking, suddenly moving his thumb along the crack of my ass. "In your p***y? In your sweet little mouth?"

"Anywhere" I cry, desperate.

He murmurs a pleased nod behind me and lowers his chest against my back to whisper in my ear: "Now give me those tears, because you are not allowed to cry in any other situation, do you understand?"

And he suddenly plunges not one, not two, but three fingers into me.

I bite the sheet, my eyes releasing tears as those fingers ram violently into me. He's like an animal, possessed by something carnal as he slams into my v****a roughly, pulling the pleasure out of me as if he's punishing me for something I have no idea about.

"Say my name" he growls in my ear, pulling his fingers out and then slipping them in.

I deny.

No.

"Say my name" he growls again, adding another hard lunge that sends me bouncing back against the bed.

And this time the tears fall harder than before, because this is a fantasy and saying his real name would end it.

"Say my name, Katarina!"

"No!" I cry.

"Say it!"

"Rei..." His mouth swallows his own name and I thank him for it, because I couldn't stand it.

He kisses me angrily and I kiss him back, his fingers continue to lunge more roughly than before and just as my body begins to shake from orgasm, he turns me around, spreads my legs and eats my p***y like a maniac.

I scream, bending to him to claw at his back with my nails, his mouth sucks on my clit and he moves his face from side to side, ravaging my p***y in a way that tears me to shreds as well. I wet his jaw, mouth and nose, his fingers spread me open and he kisses me obscenely, lifting his eyes to meet mine as he defiles my body.

I bring my nails up in a hard caress until I clutch at his hair, lost in desire. He grabs my ass and lifts me to his mouth, almost pulling me off the bed so he can sink deeper into my p***y. And he penetrates me with his tongue, moving up my entire seam, opening my labia with a long caress until he latches onto my clit and sucks it in repeated motions.

I look at him, seeing himself enraptured with my p***y and I save that image for my future fantasies.

Finally, he sucks on my labia, first one and then the other, stretching them as much as possible until they snap back into place in a loud pop.

It hurts, my p***y hurts from his rough treatment, but I love it. The carnal, almost obsessive desire he shows is something I haven't had before and he has me there, right on the brink of a strange orgasm.

Suddenly, he rises from the bed and pointing to the floor, he grunts: "On your knees."

I shake my head, confused.

"Now, Katarina."

I do, disoriented by the sudden deprivation of orgasm and captivated by his now naked body, I move towards him and slowly fall to my knees.

"Opens your mouth."

Again, I just obey.

I keep my mouth open as he advances two steps and without preamble thrusts into my mouth, his hand tangling in my hair and moving my head, forward, back, forward, back, thrusting all the way down my throat. He is not considerate or respectful, he is selfish thinking only of his pleasure as he thrusts in and out of me, but that is precisely what turns me on.

His pleasure more than mine.

I control my gagging at his size. He drives his c**k into my mouth until my nose presses into his groin and my eyes water tears. I want more, I want him to c*m in my mouth. But he rams once, twice, three more times and pulls out of me without cumming. He grabs my forearm, pushes me against the dresser until my elbows rest on the wood and I feel him position himself behind me.

"Look at me" he asks and I do, I look at him through the mirror. "I want you to look at me at all times, I want you to look at who is claiming you. Because I am. I'm claiming you, Katarina. Your mouth, your p***y, your ass. You're f*****g mine, and tonight I'm not going to pretend otherwise."

He sinks into my p***y from behind, but this time he's not rough, this time he does it deliberately slow, never taking his eyes off mine as he stretches me with his size.

It burns and feels different than anything else.

I feel every delicious, thick inch as he penetrates me with the most perfect c**k I've ever had. His lips part and he breathes through his mouth, tightens his grip on my hips and moves me back, pushing us together until he's fully seated inside me.

Fuck.

The predatory expression on his face, the stretch of having him inside me and the heat of his body against mine is the best I've ever had.

"Perfect" he whispers against my shoulder, leaving an all too soft kiss on my skin.

My eyes blink wanting to close from the pleasure having him inside me, but his gaze holding mine doesn't let me, much less when he begins his brutal thrusts. His hand on my hip, the other in my hair, both serving as leverage, curving my body back as he lunges in long, firm lunges, his groin colliding with my ass in hard, forceful thrusts.

"Watch me, ice princess," he whispers in my ear, "watch me f**k you."

I do, I look at him, I look at me, I look at us... f*****g perfect.

Killian.Killian.Killian.

I moan in my mind over and over, his thrusts tearing sighs from me and marking me from the inside, taking s*x to a different level of pleasure.

Then he spits, I feel the saliva dripping onto my ass and there, his finger playing at my forbidden entrance.

My eyes widen like saucers and his dark gaze follows without releasing me as his thumb probes my taut ring.

"I told you I'd claim all of you, your ass too."

"No one has gone there."

He presses his thumb a little, penetrating only the tip and making me tremble under his hard hold.

I look nervously at him through the mirror.

"Relax."

But I can't and he, noticing it, lowers his other hand under his c**k still plunging into me and, with a nimble flick of his wrist, grinds the heel of his hand against my clit.

Hard.

I fall against the dresser, resting my cheek against the cold wood.

He spits some more, lubricating my hole more and as his heel is given free rein grinding my clit hard, his c**k sunk to the hilt in me, he drives his thumb all the way in.

It stings, but I c*m, wetting his hand and his c**k with my arousal.

I look at him through the mirror and the pleased, possessive, almost sublime expression on his face as he rips that perfect orgasm out of me is something I would never want to miss.

"Your p***y is perfect, Katarina."

"Only with you."

"Only mine."

I hum a meaningless reply, already half gone, but then he pulls my hands back and places them on my cheeks, making me spread my ass obscenely wide.

I'd blush if I had the strength to do so, more because of his hungry gaze, but I'm clay in his hands. He can mold me to his whim, I don't care.

"Keep it that way" he asks and I do, I keep myself open for him.

Then he starts to open the dresser drawers, as if he's looking for something and finally finds it.

I watch as he pulls out a jar of lube I had forgotten I had, pours an exorbitant amount on my ass and then his finger begins its play. He penetrates me slowly, moving it a little at a time, poking at my inner walls. Then he thrusts. In and out, in and out, pulling it out to put it back in.

"Your p***y is squeezing my c**k, you love this, don't you?"

"Mmmm" I moan, closing my eyes.

"Eyes on me, Katarina."

As if I was born to do his bidding, my eyes open and find his face, but he's looking at what he's doing, preparing my ass to claim me.

As I begin to accommodate to his size, he adds another finger and my back arches, a cry of surprise escapes me and his c**k is still throbbing inside me.

A hard slap is delivered to my ass and his teeth scrape behind my shoulder, almost breaking the skin.

"I want to mark all of you, f**k, consume you, possess you until it's clear who you belong to."

And pulling his fingers out of me at the same time his c**k comes out of my p***y, I feel him move something thicker and bigger into my ass, not pressing, just fiddling in my prepared hole.

"I'm sure this is going to hurt" he warns me, his voice rough, but when he lowers his hand to my p***y and traps my clit between thumb and forefinger, pressing both fingers on the sides of that little button, he is gentle, almost tender as he moves that little piece of flesh.

"Kiss me" I ask, turning my face to ask for his mouth.

He lowers his mouth to mine at the same time as the head of his c**k pushes forward, crossing the barrier until he thrusts into me, and kisses me. My mouth opens in a cry and he sucks on my lower lip as I struggle with the new sensations.

He pushes in a few more inches and I squeal, letting out tears that he catches with his tongue.

"You are so big."

"My c**k was made exclusively for you, Katarina, so it's going in full."

And it does go in, it goes all the way in at the same time his hand slaps my p***y in a hard slap and I cry and scream. And I don't know if I do it because of the orgasm he rips out of me, the burning of his c**k penetrating my ass or because I'm out of my mind, experiencing sensations beyond my awareness, but I feel myself losing consciousness for a few moments. When I come to, he is still behind me, inside me, motionless, stroking my hair with a tenderness I never knew before.

"Are you all right?" He asks.

"f**k me" I ask him.

And he does.

And, God, how well he does it.

His hand comes out and grips my throat, pulling me back against his chest, my hands still in between us to keep my ass open for him.

And our reflection in the mirror is perfect, so perfect.

I can't take my eyes off us as he penetrates me, thrust after thrust he takes over me and he doesn't stop looking at us either, intoxicated with such a perfect sight.

"Are you going to c*m again?" He asks, tightening his grip on my throat until he cuts off my breath a little.

I nod because yes, I will c*m again.

I will c*m again.

"Then do it" and lowering his hand to my p***y, he grinds it against my clit as he pushes his hard c**k into my ass again and again and again.

I stare at us, tears streaming down from my eyes as his are darker than ever, always looking into mine as he takes me over.

And I c*m at the same time he cums.

Killian, I moan in my mind.

My perfect lover lowers his lips, without taking his eyes off mine, and bites my neck.

Hard.

I cry out and another orgasm washes over me as he empties and empties inside me, murmuring obscenities in my ear, still grinding my p***y and depositing his semen deep inside me. When his hand releases my throat, the other still caressing my p***y, I slump against him like a lifeless body and he carries me quickly onto the bed, depositing me with a certain gentleness.

I watch him with sleepy eyes, my head moving on the pillow so I don't lose sight of him as he bends down to suck my n****e, then down to suck my clit at length and finally back to my mouth, eating me with abandon as his tongue penetrates me.

I tangle my fingers in his hair and lengthen the kiss further, wishing it wouldn't end.

"Tomorrow you'll feel me all day in your ass, in your p***y and in your pretty little mouth" he murmurs in a very low voice. "My c*m marked you where no one else has been and if you let anyone else touch you again, f**k, Katarina, I'm going to hate you and you're going to make me hate him even more. And you don't want that, I swear."

"What?"

"I'll make war on him and I'll tear him to pieces" he grabs my jaw hard, making me look at him. "And I won't feel a shred of remorse for that."

"I don't understand you" I whisper, the alcohol and the orgasms were too much and left me so tired that it's hard for me to assimilate what he's telling me.

He lowers his forehead to mine and murmurs in a very low voice: "I'm not afraid to embrace my obsession for you, because the scared ones should be them... but not you, never you, ice princess."

He runs his hand down my body to clutch at my p***y, hides his face in my neck and allows me to snuggle into him as I lose myself in oblivion just before he growls like a promise:

"I will burn the world for you and mark my name on your skin with the ashes."