Killian’s pov

The proof of my weakness was everywhere—spattered across the sink, the tub, even the tiled walls. My cock was still in my hand, dripping with cum, while I stared at the mess I’d made.

Jerking off because of a woman was the last thing I thought I’d ever do. With the looks, the body, and the money, women usually crawled at my feet, begging for my choice. Weak men were the ones it was for, those who couldn’t bag a tight cunt or even a loose one. But here I was, ...