I could see the confusion written all over Liz and Piper's faces—eyebrows drawn tight, mouths parting slightly as they tried to process what just happened.
Between you and me, though? Liz looked devastating. Her cheeks were flushed scarlet, a bead of sweat sliding down the side of her neck, her chest rising and falling in uneven breaths.
I tried not to stare at the way her blouse clung to her curves, but my body didn't care about good manners. I got so hard it hurt.
And I forgot—stupidly—that an equally gorgeous girl was sitting on my lap.
Piper gave a startled yelp as she shifted against me, feeling exactly what just happened.
"Piper?" Alicia asked from the backseat, her cute face scrunched up in concern. "Are you okay?"
Piper didn't even blink. She plastered on her usual cover-girl smile, voice breezy. "Yeah. Just jittery from that chase with the cops. I'm fine now."
I cleared my throat, forcing my voice steady as I pulled into the Pierre Pointe Mall's parking lot. "So… maybe skip Coaster Cliff World today. I think we've had enough adrenaline for one afternoon. How about the mall? My treat?"
"Sounds good to me," Piper said quickly. She glanced at her sister. "Liz, Alicia? Head in without us. I need a word with Killian about his reckless driving."
Alicia grinned mischievously. "Fine by me. Kill? Can I get some money, please?"
I dug into my wallet with a sigh, peeling out the thick band of ten grand in crisp hundreds that I had created earlier.
I handed it over like it was loose change. Liz blinked at the stack, eyes flicking from the money to me, then shook her head with a quiet, almost defeated sigh.
"Alicia, let's go," Liz muttered, taking her sister by the wrist and striding toward the entrance.
The second they disappeared, I felt Piper's hand sliding boldly into my waistband.
"Piper!" I yelped like a wounded chihuahua, gripping the wheel tighter as her soft fingers wrapped around me.
"What the hell...ungh...what are you-"
"Shut up," she cut in coldly, though her breath came quicker. "I already know my sister's the one who turned you on. Don't make me listen to your virgin excuses."
With that, she yanked my sweatpants down. The cool air hit me just as she gasped, staring.
"What the… hell?" Piper's voice dropped to a murmur, almost reverent. "This is… huge. Gotta be twelve inches…"
It clicked instantly—my [PROGENITOR HIGH HUMAN] bloodline must've come with more than just faster healing and sharper senses. Apparently, perfection applied everywhere. Sweet. Not a complaint here.
Then warmth—wet and soft—made me jolt. Piper's tongue traced my shaft with slow, deliberate strokes, sending sparks all the way up my spine.
Her blush deepened as she worked, her lips glistening as she licked every inch. The sight alone—her focused eyes, the little smudge of mascara beneath them—nearly undid me.
"Holy shit…" The words slipped out before I could stop them. My leg twitched against the brake pedal.
Seeing me lose control lit a fire in her. She went at me with both hands and her mouth, ruthless and skilled, like she had something to prove.
In minutes I was gritting my teeth, knuckles white on the wheel, fighting not to shout loud enough to shake the car.
When release finally hit, it was like my soul left my body for a second, not gonne lie.
She took every wave without flinching, then, with a mischievous flick of her tongue, swallowed and smirked at me.
"Damn… your hulk-dick nearly dislocated my jaw."
"Stop being dramatic," I muttered, still trying to catch my breath.
"At the very least," Piper said, licking her lips like she'd just sampled a dessert, "I think I earned myself a shopping spree."
I couldn't even argue. "Fair enough. Let's head in."
She looped her arm through mine like it was the most natural thing in the world, chin tipped up in that practiced "I own this place" way.
The automatic doors slid open, letting out a blast of cool air tinged with perfume, leather, and the faint smell of coffee from the food court.
I caught people staring as we walked in — not just guys checking Piper out, but women throwing curious glances at me too.
I wasn't using [CHARM], but even without it I seemed to draw eyes like a spotlight.
Piper noticed immediately. I felt her grip on my arm tighten, nails just grazing my sleeve. Possessive.
"Keep walking," she muttered, smiling wide but with a veiled threat for any woman who looked my way. "You're mine for the afternoon."
I let her drag me toward the nearest boutique — high-end enough that the front windows displayed suits behind velvet ropes instead of price tags.
Before we even stepped inside, Piper whipped out her phone.
"Pic first," she chirped, tugging me close for a selfie. She tilted the screen, found our best angle, then snapped it with a practiced pout.
"Really?" I muttered.
"Shut up. It's cute." She uploaded it in seconds, adding some flirty caption I didn't bother reading before pocketing her phone and marching in.
The moment we crossed the threshold, a sales associate in a tailored blazer appeared like she'd been lying in wait.
"Welcome to Chateaux & Co. Can I assist you—"
"Yes," Piper cut in smoothly, flashing a dazzling smile.
"We'll need at least three attendants. This is going to be… extensive."
The woman blinked, recalibrated, then gestured sharply to two more staff members. They appeared instantly, all polite smiles and hovering hands.
"Wait," I said under my breath, "three attendants?"
Piper shot me a look over her shoulder — not annoyed, just amused. "Killian, you dropped ten grand in the parking lot like it was lunch money. Don't start acting shy now."
What followed was less "shopping" and more "organized plundering." Piper moved through racks like a general giving battlefield orders — pointing at dresses, shoes, handbags — snapping her fingers for sizes and colors.
Everything she touched got handed off to someone. Liz and Alicia joined in at some point, arms full of clothes before they even tried anything on.
Every now and then Piper would press something against my chest — a leather jacket, a crisp shirt — "You'd look hot in this. Don't argue."
Then she'd toss it at an attendant to wrap up without waiting for me to answer.
By the time we hit the third store, I'd stopped trying to count. I had hinestly gotten tired of swiping my Black Card, but, unsurprisingly, Piper was glowing like a kid on Christmas morning.
Not from the clothes — though she looked amazing in everything — but from the power trip of it all.
"Alright," I muttered after signing yet another slip.
"We're officially out of trunk space."
"Perfect," Piper said brightly. "Call a U-Haul. Problem solved."
GODDAMN IT!
Fuck E=MC²!
Rich guy with Black card+ Pretty girl + mall= borderline psycho girl and a U-Haul!
I did what she wanted with a promise to never do this again. By hour three, a sweating delivery guy was tailing us through the mall with a dolly stacked taller than me.
Other shoppers stopped to gawk and record the parade of what looked like a K-drama. Three stunning girls carrying barely anything themselves, attendants loaded down with bags, and a tall handsome guy at the center of it all like a walking credit line.
When we finally staggered out the main entrance, the sun was dipping low, casting gold light over Piper's hair.
She looked at me sidelong, cheeks still faintly pink from earlier, lips curved in a satisfied smirk.
"You kept up pretty well," she said. "Most guys would've passed out from lack of stamina."
"Most guys don't have aren't me," I replied dryly.
She leaned closer, voice dropping just for me. "Is that so? If you're lucky, I might just test that theory later."
That playful threat sent a shiver straight down my spine. She knew exactly how to push buttons — and wasn't afraid to go and get what she wanted.
I never truly understood the term Femme Fatale... till now.