Fearless Sinner (Empire of Sinners #3)

Chapter 16

Cillian

Chapter Sixteen

Chloe leans back on her hands and my shirt slides down her shoulder.

She’s wearing nothing but my shirt and it swamps her tiny frame.

She’s sitting on the table next to the wine I brought home from the bar, and I’m on the chair in my joggers watching her.

It’s God knows what time of night—or rather morning—but we’ve been out on the terrace for a few hours, enjoying each other.

Now we’re playing that game again. I steered us toward it on purpose.

As the clock ticks I know this magical dimension we’re in will fade.

We’ve been drinking and fucking. When the sun comes up I know everything will change.

Before it does I want to be sure she’s okay.

I know she’s not and she might not have told me everything, but at least she’s here. Here with me. And my God did I get my fucking fill of her. I devoured every inch of her. And still I want more. It’s like I haven’t had her yet.

Like this, perched on the table like a statue, she looks like a goddess.

“What’s your question, lass?” It’s her turn.

“When are you going back to Ireland?”

“Christmas. I like the winter there. I often go off for weeks on an adventure.”

“What kind of adventure?” Her eyes sparkle.

“Any. Last time I climbed Mount Carrauntoohil and went camping for a few days.” That was before Virgo found Olivia.

“That sounds exciting.”

“It is. My turn now.”

She pours herself a drink and sips on it. “Ready.”

“I liked watching you dance. You looked amazing.”

“Thank you. Did you see me almost fall over?”

“Yeah.” I saw the moment the pain took her. “But you were smiling. Why were you smiling?”

“That’s your question?”

“Aye, lass.” I lift her leg, study the slight silvery scars I can see in the moonlight, and kiss them again. Her eyes swell with awe and while I love seeing her looking at me like that, the source of the scars enrages me. It should never have happened.

“It was the first in a long time that I did that move. It was painful, but the fact that I did it and held it for so long gave me hope.”

“Maybe you can dance again.”

“I wish that were possible, but I won’t be able to manage anything more than what you saw for more than a few minutes at a time. There’s a chance I could get a little better, but my legs can’t handle a performance.”

It’s fucking sad. I see the way her eyes light up when she talks about dancing or even thinks about it. “Well, I liked what I saw, and I’d pick watching you over any of that prissy group you were part of the other night.”

“I shouldn’t have gone to that interview.” She shakes her head. “They really did not like me one bit. I thought it would be nice to get a job in that school. It would look great on my resume.”

“Better will come, lass.”

“You sound sure.”

“I am sure.” I kiss her knee.

“Your turn.” She pours the wine for me and I drink. "Everyone seems to know you. Do they?"

“You mean at the bar?”

“Yeah.”

“I go there sometimes. My friends own a club in the city but when we want to hang out we go to places like Kimera. That’s how they know me.”

“That’s cool.”

“My turn.”

She drinks and glances at the sudden softness of the sky. It’s turned a fraction lighter and I suspect the sun will rise soon. Chloe looks like she’s afraid of tomorrow, but she does a good job of masking her emotions.

She looks back at me with a small smile on her lips.

She’s sexy as fuck but her smile isn’t touching the warm brown hue of her eyes.

"Give me your question."

“Are you okay?” I gaze deeply into her eyes, loving how strong she is.

"No.” Her voice is small and low. “But this is helping. Being with you.”

"Then it’s time for me to make you feel good again. Would you like that?”

“Yes. I would love that.”

I move aside the bottles of drink and our glasses, then I undo the buttons of the shirt so her naked body is exposed.

She smiles seductively and I nibble on her breasts, feasting on the erotic vision of her.

I cup her sex and flick my finger over her clit, making her pant at my touch and her body tighten with desire.

I work my way down from her nipples to her pussy, where I find her wet for me. “Always wet for me.” I suck her clit until moans of pleasure fall from her lips.

The sound makes my cock as hard as steel again.

I eat her out until she comes on my face and I have her shamelessly arching her body and screaming my name.

It’s times like these that I’m grateful I live alone and any staff I have are only here during the day.

I don’t want to share my beauty’s screams with anybody. Right now, I’m jealous that the moon and the sky can hear her.

As she pants I push my shorts down and take out my cock, then I bury myself deep inside her.

Sliding into her delicious body is like nothing else.

God knows how many women I’ve fucked but no one has ever felt like Chloe Ricci.

No one.

It’s a scary thought.

Chloe feels way too good to go slow, so I start to fuck her the moment I’m buried to the hilt.

I pound into her like I lost my mind, wanting to take everything.

Greedily, I take all that I can, and I even try to steal the parts she’s guarding from me.

I fuck her raw until I come, flooding her body with my release.

But we don’t stop there. I carry her upstairs, where I take her again.

I make the mistake of falling asleep.

I never fully sleep, but it’s ten in the morning when I wake up. It’s the sound of my maid, Trish, hoovering that stirs me.

One look around the room and I know Chloe is gone, but I confirm it when I search the house and don’t find her.

I knew she would do that. I guess it was logical, except I didn’t want her to go.

I at least wanted to be awake, but maybe she didn’t want that.

It’s easier to disappear when there’s nothing to confront.

And I’ve created another elephant between us. The one asking us what we are and asking me what I am doing with her if I’m supposed to get married in five weeks.

Shit. This is all fucked-up bullshit. And what do I do now?

The twisted part of my mind comes up with an equally twisted answer.

I grab my laptop and access the software I use for tracking. I input Chloe’s number. Within minutes it shows me she’s at the hospital.

Okay, it's understandable why she’d be there. This way I can keep an eye on her, as creepy as it seems.

It is, and I think it would frighten her, but my problem is I’m obsessed with her.

And I think…I fell for her. She became my lass the moment she came on my dick.