Chapter 25
Cillian
Chapter Twenty-Five
“Just listen to the sound of my voice and feel me.” I trace my finger down the smooth skin of Chloe’s cleavage and stop just under her breastbone.
I want to look at her like this.
She’s sitting naked on the bed, blindfolded and her hands bound behind her with a silk scarf. I would normally use chains but because she mentioned Nathan chaining her up, I shoved that idea away. I don’t want to do anything to her that reminds her of that bastard.
I certainly don’t want her thinking about him when she’s with me.
We have two more nights left here in Saint Tropez and I want to make them count.
I saved up this idea for tonight because I wanted to test her throughout the week just to see how freaky she would get with me.
“I want to see you.” She shuffles, trying to look around to see where I am.
I like watching her search around for me and the way her breasts bobble when she moves. I’d do this all over again just to see that.
“You’ll see me soon, lass.”
“What are you going to do to me?” Her voice is low and sexy, just the way I like it.
“Whatever I want. You owe me one more favor, wife. I’ve been saving this one up.”
“Okay, then I’m all yours.”
I cup her face and she leans into my hand. Her small face reminds me of a cute little forest creature. Almost like a pet. A very exotic pet in the shape of a beautiful woman who’ll do anything I want and fulfill any desire I crave. Whether she truly wants to or not.
I get the feeling, though, that, like me, she wants what I want and will do what I want because there will come a time when we won’t have this. These moments between us are amplified by that insatiable need we feel for each other.
I kiss her lips when she straightens and feel up her breasts as she presses her body into my chest.
I move down to her legs and spread them apart so I can see her pretty, pink pussy.
I nuzzle my face between her thighs and nibble on the smooth skin there, making her moan. But the true moans come when I start licking her pussy, when all she can do is take what I give her.
She can’t reach for me like she usually does when I eat her out, and she can’t place her hands out to balance herself.
“Oh my God, Cillian. It’s too much.”
“No, that means I need to give you more.”
I do, and Chloe falls back on the bed in a beautiful symphony of pleasure-filled moans, writhing against the sheets and my tongue lapping up her pussy.
She arches her body up and I get the perfect angle to push my tongue deeper. Then I flick her clit with the tip of my tongue, my magical move that works like a charm every single time on her. This time is no different to the hundred times I’ve done this to her, so she throws her head back and screams my name.
But this time I know she feels more pleasure because I can see it.
Like a madman obsessed, I’ve memorized her body like I’m studying for the finals of my life. I know every inch of her. What she likes and which special places to touch to bring out the best orgasms.
Now that I have her where I want her, it’s time to play another game where she gets to explore my darker tastes.
While she shudders in my grasp, I pick her up and set her on her knees. I position her hands so that she can balance herself better and she turns her head to face me.
“I think I’m going to fall over.” She bites back a smile.
“Don’t worry. If you fall I’ll make sure it’s on top of me. Then you can fuck me.”
Her little mouth parts and I can imagine her eyes widening like they do whenever I shock her with my dirty words. I get the feeling I corrupted this good girl and pulled her over to the dark side to be with me.
“Ready for me, lass?”
“Yes.”
Always yes for me. I can’t even remember what the word no sounds like on her gorgeous lips.
It was a yes when I bested her into owing me twenty minutes.
A yes the first time I wanted to fuck her.
A yes to marrying me when she’d only known me for a little less than two weeks.
And a yes to me tying her up tonight.
But I have more up my sleeve.
On seeing her lush ass waiting for me to take, I take off my boxers and get on the bed behind her.
My dick is already aching to be inside her, so when I sink into her hot, wet pussy, I know I’m going to lose control. And that’s exactly what happens.
Feeling her walls wrapping around me and hearing the sound of her cries fuel my movements and I release inside her, filling her up with my cum.
She comes, too, slumping down on the mattress, showing me more of her ass.
She thinks we’re finished but I’m not done yet.
“There’s more to come, lass.”
She pants and turns her face toward the sound of my voice. “More?”
“More. Do you want more?”
“Yes. I want more.”
I press against the tight rosette of her arsehole and she gasps.
“What about here?” I move to her ear and lick over the shell, then I return to her beautiful arse and lick it. “Are you a virgin here, lass?”
“Yes.”
I expected her to say no, so I almost feel like bringing out the champagne on hearing her confirm that there’s a place on her body I could have for myself.
“Will you give me this, too, lass.”
“Oh…”
I wait, wondering if she’ll say no.
“Will it hurt?”
“Just a little, then I’ll make you feel unimaginable pleasure.”
“Then yes. I'll give it to you.”
Another yes, and it has me hard again as if I didn’t just come inside her.
“Thank you, baby.” I grab the bottle of lube I left on the floor and smear it over her little hole.
She flinches, but I hear the slight sound of pleasure in her gasp. The sound is as satisfying as having her touch me.
When I’ve put enough lube on her, I line up my dick with her entrance and push in.
At first her passage opens to take me, then I feel her tightness squeezing me.
Chloe sucks in a deep breath and starts panting. “Oh God, it’s too…much.”
“Trust me, you’ll like it.”
I glide my dick in and out, opening and stretching her to take me. When I do, I slide deeper and, fucking hell, she feels so good I lose my mind again.
Her cry of ecstasy tells me she’s there with me.
“Do you feel good, lass?”
“Yes. Oh my God.”
That’s all the confirmation I need before I unleash and fuck her arse.
My whole body feels alive joined with hers. Every pound I give her feels like I go deeper and deeper to own every inch of her. The parts I can see and the places I can’t. I want it all.
It doesn’t take long before I come again. This time I come harder, filling her up and leaving my cum in both her holes.
I slump on the bed, hunched over her, sharing the same sexual exhaustion.
I pull out of her and undo the blindfold and scarf from her wrists.
The first thing she does is reach out to cup my face and kiss me, then we fall back on the bed.
I kiss her harder, getting ready for a repeat of what we just did.
It’s pouring rain outside.
The rain is falling so heavily we can’t even go out on the beach. Chloe and I have been eating dinner in the hall. It’s Japanese katsu curry chicken with sticky rice in a bowl, so we’re sitting on the floor by the biggest archway, watching the rain fall.
The only plus about the storm is that I added an extra day to our stay in Saint Tropez.
To save us from flying back in turbulence and possibly hazardous weather conditions, I arranged with my pilot to fly out on Monday evening. That way we’ll get back to New York by morning the following day.
Chloe and I can spend the day together getting over the jetlag before we have to return to the real world. I’m not looking forward to that.
I haven’t exactly left it behind while being here. I’ve had the guys check in with me to keep me updated on what’s going on. Which is not a goddamn thing.
Every motherfucking thing is exactly the same as it was weeks ago. We’re still keeping tabs on the hotel in New Jersey, still looking for Harlan, still looking for Lance. And it looks like Jaxon won’t get the second part of his shipment back.
I think it was nothing short of a miracle that we were able to get any of it. And that was thanks to Virgo. The fact that he can’t track down the rest means that Lance must have realized how we got to them and disabled the tracking mechanism in the rest of the shipment.
“Hey, you’re spaced out again.” Chloe holds out a glass of wine to me.
I take it. She drinks hers, too, then smiles at me.
“What’s on your mind?” she asks. From time to time, she tries to ask me about what’s going on. I won’t tell her. One thing my father always taught me was to keep women and children out of business. It wasn’t because he thought my mother or Olivia and I needed to be kept in the dark. It was because he didn’t want us to worry.
It’s hard enough being a mafia family, but to worry about your life continuously as well is hard.
“I’m thinking about the rain.” I smile back at her.
She knows I’m lying but humors me with a smile. “I’m thinking about the rain, too.”
“Do you like the food?”
“That’s like asking me if I like sunshine.” She laughs. “The food has been amazing. Every day I have a different favorite dish. This is my new one.” She raises her bowl, which is nearly finished. I devoured mine within five minutes of getting it, whereas she’s savored hers.
“I’m glad you like it.”
“I love it, and I like it here, too. I always used to hear people say they went on vacation and found it hard to head home, but I’ve never experienced that until now.”
“I know what you mean.”
“If not for my mother, I could stay here.”
“We can stay if you want to. We could fly your mother here. Roxanne could visit whenever she wants. She and Adrian look close, so I don’t think he’d want her gone for too long.”
Chloe stares back at me as if I just landed from the moon with a parachute. “You’re actually being serious?”
“Of course, if it would make you happy.”
“You’re just…”
I brush my shoulder against hers. “I’m what?”
“Unbelievable. But in the best way possible.”
“That’s good to hear.”
She finishes the last of her food and sets her empty bowl next to mine. Then she positions herself so she’s facing me.
“I’d love to escape to this beautiful country with you, but it might be a little too much too soon. Besides, don’t you have your gorgeous home in the Hamptons?”
“I do, but I still kind of feel like a nomad.”
“Really?”
“I know it’s weird. Home for me is just a place where I live, so that could be anywhere. What about you?”
“Maybe it’s the same for me. I just haven’t thought about it yet.”
“I hope you enjoy living at my place when we get back.”
She giggles. It's the best sound. “Of course I will.”
She didn’t have much to move in, so I brought her stuff over the week before the wedding.
Because she’s been back and forth between the hospital and the restaurant, we’ve hardly had that time together in my home—our home.
Her mother should be in the hospital for another two weeks, but then I suppose Chloe will want to spend time with her at her old home.
“It’s going to be hard going back to New York after this.”
“Well, I might have something that might make it a little easier.” I have another present for her. I was going to wait until tonight to give it to her but I may as well do it now.
“What do you have for me?” Her eyes twinkle with excitement.
“My wedding present.” I reach into my pocket and pull out a door key. It has a little pink bow on it.
“A key? Thank you. What does it open?”
“Do you want to guess?”
“Nooo.” She starts laughing. “I suck at that game.”
“Okay. I’ll tell you, then. It’s the key to your very own studio.”
She sucks in a deep breath and her skin goes pale. “What? You didn’t…”
“Mr. Corbin, the owner of the building, was delighted to sell it to me. When I told him it was a wedding present he threw in the section leased by the accountancy firm. It just so happens that the owner of the firm is moving to New Zealand, so the entire building is yours.”
She stands and gazes at me with disbelief. “Cillian, this is way too much. You can’t do this for me.”
I join her, towering over her petite frame. “This is what you wanted to do when you came back to New York, wasn’t it? Above everything else.”
She touches my cheek and nods. “Yes. It was all I wanted to do.”
“Then it’s not too much.”
“I don’t know how to thank you.”
“Just be happy.”
She throws her arms around me and hugs me, then she pulls back to stare at me. “I am happy.”
“Then I did my job.”
I slip my arms around her and read everything shining in her eyes. Everything she wants to tell me and knows she shouldn’t.
She’s easy to read, so I know she fell for me, too.
Seamus’ words come back to screw with me. It’s been well over a month since I heard them, but I hear him now talking to me as if he’s right here.
He might have been right about what he said, but not in the way he thought.
I never chose to marry Chloe because it would be easy to let her go. I also didn’t pick her because I thought I couldn’t have a future with her.
I picked her because I saw her being my everything, and I thought I’d rather have her in my life for a short time than not at all.
Chloe rests her head against my chest when I don’t say the words that are fighting to break free from my mind.
I love you.
She doesn’t say them either. She shouldn’t have to say them first.
It’s me who has the problem. Not her.
Because of my truth, which is this—death fucked me over.
Not just Erika’s death but my parents' too. I guess the problem started with Erika, though, because that was my first brush with death.
I planned to marry her, then she got sick and we were told she wouldn’t make it back, and I realized that death was something I couldn’t fight. When she took her life, the hard truth hit me worse because I blamed myself.
I got the same mind-fucked feeling after it was confirmed that my parents were dead.
I’m a man who needs to be in control at all times, and losing the people I loved chipped away pieces of me I can never get back.
I would never dishonor my father by being unfit to take the lead of the clan. Sealing off my heart is the only way I know how to do that and not lose myself.
If not for the marriage clause, I would never have brought Chloe into my life at a time when I’m in the most danger.
Because of who and what I am danger will always be in my life, so I can’t promise her that death won’t follow me. And I can’t be the guy who stays married to this beautiful girl, has kids with her, then has to accept his failure when death comes to take them from me.
This is all I can give her. So this is what it has to be—the way we are now.
No matter how hard it is for me.