Deadly desires: the Donna's obsession.

Scarlett shoved the door open, the slam echoing through the dimly lit hotel suite as she yanked Killian inside. She didn't even waste time glancing around the luxurious room, she had only one goal in mind.

She needed to test it.

Killian stumbled slightly at her force, his brows lifting in amusement. "In a rush, are we?"

She turned to face him, her lips curling into a slow, dangerous smirk. "Oh, sweetheart, you've got no idea."

Her voice was teasing yet commanding, and it sent a jolt of anticipation straight through him. He reached for her waist, his hand hovering just above the curve of her hip.

"Do I get to take the lead now?"

She tilted her head, her gaze darkening. "That's cute."

Before he could respond, she stepped closer, her fingers trailing up his chest. She pushed him back, guiding him until his knees hit the edge of the bed.

"Sit," she commanded, her tone leaving no room for argument.

He sank onto the mattress, but his sharp gaze watched her every move.

She leaned forward, closing the distance between them in one step, her hands trailing up his chest before tangling in his hair.

Tugging it sharply, she forced his head back, and leaned in until their lips were a breath apart.

"Let's get one thing straight," she whispered. "You're mine tonight. Not the other way around."

Killian's jaw clenched, his body taut beneath her touch, but he didn't pull away. Instead, his smirk widened. "Then take what's yours."

Scarlett's lips immediately crushed against his, fierce and unapologetic, a kiss that felt more like a battle than an act of passion. Her teeth scraped his bottom lip, tugging just hard enough to draw a hiss from him, and she smiled against his mouth.

Her nails raked down his back as she pushed him toward the bed, her body pressed against his.

She climbed onto his lap, straddling him, her knees on either side of his hips.

Killian's hands instinctively moved to her waist, gripping it firmly, but Scarlett immediately seized his wrists, pinning them against the mattress.

"Did I say you could touch me?"

His breath hitched. "No."

"Good," She grinned, releasing his wrists. "Then keep them there."

Her lips crashed against his again, this time even more fierce and consuming.

Killian responded instantly, his mouth moving against hers with equal intensity. But just as he tried to shift the balance of power again, she bit his bottom lip—not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to send a sharp jolt of pain coursing through him.

He groaned, his hands twitching beneath her grip.

"Mmmm," She moaned against his mouth, her smirk widening. "I like that sound."

Pulling back, her nails raked down his chest as she sat up.

Her fingers toyed with the buttons of his shirt, undoing them one by one with agonizing slowness.

"You're beautiful, you know that?" she teased, her tone deceptively sweet as she slid his shirt off, exposing the ink that decorated his chest and arms.

Killian raised a brow. "And you're dangerous."

She burst into laughter. "Oh, darling, are you just finding that out?"

He smirked.

She slowly leaned down, her lips brushing over the edge of a tattoo on his collarbone. Her hands roamed over his chest, her nails leaving faint red lines in their wake.

Killian hissed through his teeth, his body arching slightly.

"You like pain, don't you?" She murmured, her voice laced with curiosity.

"Only when it feels this good," he shot back, his tone rough.

Her grin widened, eyes gleaming with approval. "Good. Because I'm just getting started."

Her hands then moved lower, teasing the waistband of his pants. "Oh, poor baby. Do you want me to make it better?" She asked, rubbing his bulge. Her gaze turned back to him. "Are you sure you can handle me?"

"Try me."

She smirked, tracing a finger along his jaw, down the column of his throat, and over his chest, her touch light enough to tease but heavy enough to leave a trail of heat in its wake.

Killian's muscles tensed beneath her, his breath coming faster as she leaned forward, her lips dangerously over his ear.

"You're trembling,"

His lips twitched into a smirk, despite the flush rising on his skin. "You're not exactly unaffected either," he countered.

Her eyes narrowed. "You think so?" She asked, sliding off his lap, her hands trailing down his body as she sank to her knees before him.

"Let's see how true that is."

With a single motion, she slid down his pants, together with his boxers, her eyes darkening as she took in the sight of him.

His eight inches cock was hard and throbbing, standing proud and ready for her.

Scarlett's gaze never left it as she wrapped her fingers around it, her grip firm.

Killian sucked in a sharp breath, his hips jerking involuntarily as she began stroking him, slow and teasing.

"Still think I'm the one affected?" she asked, her voice a dangerous purr.

"Ah..." Killian's head tipped back, a low groan escaping him as her lips replaced her hand.

Her tongue flicked over his tip before she took him into her mouth, inch by inch, her nails digging into his thighs as she held him in place.

"Fuck…" he groaned, his voice hoarse, as he gripped the sheets beneath him, fighting the urge to touch her.

Scarlett hummed around him, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure through his body. Her pace quickened, her mouth and hand working in rhythm as she pushed him closer to the edge.

Killian's breath came faster, his chest heaving, one of his hands moved, tangling in her hair as the other gripped the sheets beneath him.

His hips bucked involuntarily, and Scarlett immediately pulled back, clicking her tongue in disapproval.

"Ah, ah," she chastised. "Who said you could move?"

Her groaned, his chest heaving. "You're going to kill me."

"That's the idea." She murmured, climbing onto the bed and lying on her back.

She raised her gown higher, then parted her legs just enough to reveal her black lace panties.

With a finger, she beckoned him closer. "Come and worship your queen."

Killian didn't need to be told twice, just the smell of her pussy was enough to make him drool.

He moved between her legs, his hands gripping her thighs as his lips trailed up to the inside of her pussy, his tongue leaving a hot, wet path in its wake.

Scarlett's breath hitched, but she didn't lose her composure. "You're not bad at following orders," she murmured, her voice tight.

Killian's response was a low growl as his mouth found her pink core.

His tongue flicked over the clit, drawing a sharp gasp from her lips.

"Mmm…" She moaned, her hands tangling in his hair and tugging hard enough to make him groan against her.

He worked her over with a slowness that left her trembling, his mouth relentless as he pushed her closer and closer to release.

Her breath came faster, her moans rising in pitch as she arched against him.

But just as she was about to finally release, she yanked his head back, her nails digging into his scalp.

"Enough," she said, her voice breathless but commanding.

Killian's lips glistened as he looked up at her, his mismatched eyes filled with both frustration and desire. "You're impossible,"

She smirked, pulling him up until he hovered over her. "And you love it,"

He didn't deny it.

She stood suddenly, "Get up," she commanded.

He blinked, his mind foggy, but he obeyed, his movements slow as he rose to his feet.

Scarlett stepped back, her hands trailing down her own body, unzipping her dress with agonizing slowness.

The fabric slid from her shoulders, slowly pooling at her feet to reveal her bare skin underneath.

That's right, she wasn't wearing any bra inside, just her pair of lace panties.

His eyes raked over her, his breath catching as she stood before him, her confidence radiating like a flame.

"Now. Show me what you've got, lover boy."