37. CHIARA
Two hours we spend in the small torture chamber at the very bottom of the underground mansion, and when Sergiu dangles lifelessly from the suspended chains, Killian finally turns to face me. He’s covered head to toe in Sergiu’s blood, but all I see is him.
His chest rises and falls with rapid breaths, and it’s clear he’s on the edge. Yet despite everything he just did to a man he called family for so long, despite the rush of guilt and unease no doubt pulsing through his body, he’s looking at me, silently asking if I’m okay.
He’s selfless.
Incredible.
Absolutely everything I’ve ever needed.
And without question, I cross to him, throwing myself into his blood-soaked arms as the machete clatters to the ground behind me. My lips fuse to his with a deep desperation as he cradles the back of my head. Sergiu’s blood smears across my body, but all that matters is Killian. All that matters is holding him tighter than I ever have before.
His tongue plunges into my mouth, warring with mine for dominance, but where Killian is concerned, he will always have the upper hand. The hunger intensifies within me and before I know it, I’m held within his strong arms as my legs lock around his waist.
“God, I have to have you,” I groan against his lips.
“Are you sure, Angel?” he grunts, the hesitation in his tone coming in thick and hard. He doesn’t want to stop, but if I’m not ready for this, if it’s too soon, he’ll stop.
“I’m sure,” I pant. “I need you to remind me how much I love sex. Make me feel, Killian, but fuck, I need to know I’m in control. Don’t take my control.”
“You’ve always been in control,” he tells me, dropping to his knees in the pool of blood marring the pristine marble tiles. “Since the very first time. Always you.”
Killian pulls me to my knees, whipping me around so that his chest is flush against my back and when he grabs handfuls of my silk gown and tears it off my body, I shudder, unable to wait a moment longer to feel him inside of me.
I’m fucking drenched, and while a part of me is nervous about how this is going to go, that he’s going to touch me and I’m going to shut down, he’s always known exactly what I need. He’s always read my body and the signals I give off better than I know my own mind, and I trust him to do that now.
His hands roam over my blood-soaked body, setting my skin alight, and when his lips fall to my neck, working over my sensitive skin, I can’t help the desperate groan that rumbles from deep in my chest.
My hand closes over his, and our fingers entwine as he roams over my body. It’s like he’s committing every last curve to memory. His cock grinds against my ass, and there’s no doubting how big he is. He’s starved of my touch, his desperation just as powerful as mine, and I can’t resist reaching behind me and quickly working his belt.
Killian helps me to free his cock, and the moment his heavy shaft lands in the palm of my hand, I curl my fingers around him and start working up and down. My thumb circles his tip, feeling the small bead of moisture there, and every part of me wants to lap it up, but I won’t dare take my hand off him.
He shudders behind me, his body becoming weak beneath my touch, and it’s the most powerful thing I’ve ever done. Bringing a man like Killian DeLorenzo to his knees will always be my greatest achievement.
Killian groans, and the sound spurs me on, feeding my hunger in a way only he ever could, and when his hand trails down my waist and into the front of my thong, I crumble beneath him.
His skilled fingers push between my folds and instantly circle my clit, making my hips jolt. He doesn’t dare stop as his lips continue working my neck, and I close my eyes, tip my head back against his wide chest, and let the intense pleasure rock through me.
It’s too much, and he’s barely started touching me.
“Please,” I beg, the breathy word slipping through my lips. “God. Please, Killian. I need to feel the way you stretch me. I need you inside me.”
His hand slips further beneath me, and I can’t help but feel as though he’s testing the waters, needing to see just how much I can take.
“How much do you need me, Angel?” he growls in my ear as he slowly pushes two thick fingers deep inside of me, taking all the time in the world. “How fucking ready are you?”
There’s no denying how ready I am, and I know he feels it just as much as I do. I’m fucking drenched for him. “Again,” I demand, and as if on cue, his fingers slowly pull out before thrusting them back in, only this time, he curls them and massages my walls from within.
My eyes roll, the satisfaction so intense it takes me by surprise, and before I know it, I start grinding down on his fingers, desperate to take everything he’s got. “Don’t keep me waiting, Killian DeLorenzo,” I demand, tightening my grip on his heavy erection. “If you don’t bend me over and fuck me right now, I’ll do it myself.”
“Mmmm, that’s my girl,” he rumbles, and the way I feel the vibration through his chest makes my whole body shudder. “Spread those pretty thighs, baby. As far as they’ll go.”
A sultry grin spreads across my face as I quickly do as I’m asked, spreading my thighs almost to the point of pain, and when I feel his hand at my back, I release my hold on his cock and voluntarily lower my chest to the ground.
The blood instantly stains my long golden hair, but right now, only his hands on my ass matter. He tears my thong from my body, and the vulnerability does wicked things to me. I feel his heavy gaze locked on my drenched cunt, and I’ve never felt so beautiful in my life, and when everything clenches, he lets out a low, desperate groan.
“Angel,” he breathes as his fingers dig into my hips.
He takes his other hand and swipes his fingers through my center, and I push back against him, hungry for more. “Again.”
This time, he pushes those same two fingers deep inside of me, twisting and curling his fingers with every movement, and at this angle, he might as well kill me now because there’s no way I’m going to survive his wicked pleasure.
He works my body right to the edge, and I clench around his fingers as my whole body begins to shake. “Fuck,” I groan.
“You ready for me, Angel?”
“God, yes. Now.”
Killian wastes no time freeing his fingers from my cunt, and not a moment later, I feel that heavy tip at my entrance. “Touch yourself, Chiara. Show me how you like it.”
I don’t hesitate to slip my arm beneath me, and as I roll my fingers over my starved clit, Killian slowly pushes inside of me. He takes his time, taking me inch by inch, and I let out a breath of relief, not having realized just how much I was fearing this moment, but with him . . . it’s only him.
He keeps pushing and stretching until he’s fully seated inside of me, and I clench around him, my eyes rolling with the sweetest satisfaction. Everything pulses, and I’m so close to coming undone, but I won’t dare let go, not until he’s right there with me.
My fingers work manically over my clit, and as Killian begins to pull back, his fingers collect my wetness and dance across my ass. Without skipping a beat, I groan and push back, and he gently presses his thumb to my hole.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” I breathe, and when he pushes back inside of me, I feel it all. Every inch of him, every angle he touches me, every pulse of my walls around him.
It’s too much.
Too good.
“More,” I tell him, determined to take it all, but damn it, he needs this release just as much as I do. “Faster.”
Killian picks up his pace, thrusting harder and faster, and my body quickly comes undone. It’s more than I can take, and it’s absolutely everything. I’ve never felt so alive, so on fire. “KILLIAN!” I cry as the intensity builds to new heights within me. “I’m going to come.”
“Give it to me, Angel. Let me feel how that pretty cunt squeezes me.”
“Fuck.”
His words are my undoing, and I fall to pieces, coming harder than ever before. My walls violently convulse around him as I cry out, every piece of me shuddering with the richest pleasure. It pulses through me, filling me with the sweetest intensity, and I clench my eyes as my hand curls into a tight fist.
The high blasts through me like an explosion, and as Killian groans behind me, my whole world seems to settle. He comes right along with me, each of his precise movements increasing the intensity until I physically can’t take it anymore and begin to pull away.
He relaxes behind me, panting heavily, and with his cock still buried deep inside of me, he pulls me up so my back is against his chest once again. “Angel,” he breathes, the sound so desperate it’s as though I’m the only thing in the world holding him together right now.
“I love you,” I whisper into the blood-soaked room. He remains silent, but as his arms tighten around me, I know he’s soaking in every syllable that just came out of my mouth, so I look back over my shoulder and cup my hand to the side of his face as he meets my stare. “I love you, Killian. So fucking much.”
“I know, my sweet angel. I feel it just as you do. Every beat of my heart belongs to you. Everything that I am is yours.”
I melt into him, and not a moment later, he picks me up off the ground and lifts me into his strong arms. He walks us out of the torture chamber, blood dripping off us and staining the floors, and as he makes his way into the massive bathroom, I can’t help but dance my fingers up and down his sculptured arms.
He’s absolutely perfect.
Every ridge of his strong body, so perfectly carved out of stone, is a testament to years spent in excruciating training, and I get to call it all mine. Yet despite how entirely incredible he is to take in, nothing beats the soul inside. The man that I’ve come to know. He’s so beautifully broken, but so am I, and the pieces of our shattered remains fit together like a complex puzzle.
“You know, I was nervous about that,” I admit as he clutches me tighter and leans into the shower, turning on the taps.
“Which part? Sergiu or letting me fuck you?”
“Both,” I say. “But in particular, the part where you bent me over and pushed inside of me.”
His gaze softens and as he pushes my blood-soaked hair off my face, he steps into the warm water, only just when I think he’s about to say something monumental, a cheesy smirk settles onto his full lips. “To be fair, you bent yourself over.”
I roll my eyes, and as the water rushes over us, I can’t help but notice the way it turns red, washing away the sins of what just went down. “I was worried that the second I felt you, their faces were going to torment my mind and suddenly it wouldn’t be your hands on my body, it’d be theirs. But it didn’t. It was only you I saw. Only you I felt.”
Killian nods and settles me onto my feet. “You won’t ever have to worry about them again. I’ve got you, Chiara. And I’m not letting you go. I was foolish to think I could do life without you.” He pauses as I hold his stare, and as the water finally runs clear, he circles his arm around my waist and pulls me against his strong chest. “Grapes are crushed to form wine, and seeds only grow when in darkness.”
My brows furrow as I try to make sense of what he’s saying, but he ignores my confusion and goes on. “Olives, they must be pressed to release their fine oils, but diamonds, my sweet angel. Diamonds are formed under immense pressure, and while they are undoubtedly beautiful and dazzling, their strength is unmatched. You, Chiara, you are my diamond.”
Everything within me melts, and he lifts my chin to hold my stare. “You’ve overcome the impossible, Chiara. You balance me, and despite knowing what kind of man I am and what I am capable of, you continue to love me anyway. You see through the darkness, and I will never take that for granted. I wish to be your world, Chiara. I wish to give you everything you could ever desire.”
“Don’t you see?” I murmur, pushing up onto my toes and kissing him. “You’ve already given me everything. Just getting to be in your presence is more than I could have ever asked for, but you give me yourself, and within you, I’ve found where I truly belong. You once told me that when you declared me as your wife, it felt real, and while I know we were only starting to get to know each other, I couldn’t have agreed more. I feel like I am your wife, and I want to keep being your wife. I want to give you joy and a family to be proud of. I want to give you everything you never thought you deserved because you do deserve them. You deserve it all.”
Killian scoops me back into his arms and presses me against the wall as I feel him harden between us. He doesn’t waste a moment, slipping back inside me, and as if on cue, we both let out a satisfied sigh. “I’m going to marry you, Chiara DeLorenzo.”
A stupid grin pulls across my lips as he slowly starts to rock in and out of me. “You already did,” I tease.
“For real, Angel. I want your signature on the little dotted line. I want to see you in a ridiculous white dress, walking down the aisle right into my arms. And once I officially make you mine, I’m going to spend the rest of my life between these pretty thighs and listening to the way you scream my name.”
“Oh really?” I ask, seeing the rest of our lives playing out so clearly in my mind. “And just how soon do you plan on making this happen?”
Killian grins, and the way his gaze softens makes my heart race with undeniable happiness. “Who knows?” he murmurs, his dark eyes twinkling with excitement. “Got any plans tomorrow?”
Well, shit.
I grin right back at him, that same excitement brimming in my chest. “I do now,” I tell him, and with that, the most dangerous and powerful man in the country pulls me off the shower wall and walks straight out to the bed, throwing me down and showing me exactly how he intends to spend every day of the rest of our lives.