11. Natasha
11
NATASHA
K illian’s tongue must be a creation born from the god of desire. Because it takes him no time at all to make the nerves in my body sing. Heat radiates from my core as my muscles tighten deliciously, every inch of me begging him for more.
As he licks and sucks my clit, his hot breath washes across my folds, delivering tantalizing relief. I won’t be able to hold out much longer. Telling myself that this is blackmail does nothing to deter the fact that I’m seconds from an orgasm. And we’ve only just begun.
A soft groan rushes past my lips as I jerk fruitlessly against the fuzzy cuffs trapping me to the headboard. But I have nowhere to go. He’s taken away every ounce of my control.
I shouldn’t enjoy the fact that I’m completely at the mercy of this Irish brute.
But somehow, it turns me on all the more.
Because even as he uses me to fulfill his fantasies—and there’s no doubt in my mind that he gets off on the control—it seems as though I’m reaping all the benefits.
“God, you taste so bloody good,” he murmurs against my pussy lips. Then he strokes his tongue along my slit as fresh arousal rushes from my entrance.
Something about his rough, husky growl turns my insides to jelly.
And it feels like, even though he’s the strongest, most formidable man I’ve ever met, he finds more pleasure in worshiping my body than taking his own satisfaction. He gets a thrill out of making me come—even if I say I don’t want it.
Breaths rushing from me, I can’t seem to think straight. The tingling euphoria has completely wiped away my common sense. And in its place I feel only sinful greed. My hips roll in his palms, my toes curling as my need for release becomes almost unbearable.
And as if he knows exactly what I’m chasing, Killian adjusts his grip.
Then slides two thick fingers inside of me.
I’m still sore from last night, my channel aching from the hours of friction and the relentless way he fucked me. But still, it feels agonizingly good. My walls throb, tightening around him as my anticipation hits its peak.
And when he curls his fingers to stroke my G-spot, I topple over the edge. With a cry of pleasure I don’t even try to muffle, I fall apart in his capable hands. Clit throbbing against his tongue, pussy pulsing, I come hard and fast. My ears ring with the sound of my heart sprinting.
The tingling euphoria is intoxicating, and with each panting breath, I feel less and less guilty for having fallen prey to my trickster King once again. Because hiding beneath all that hubris is a sex god I’m dangerously eager to learn more about.
Killian releases my clit, his fingers sliding slowly from my entrance, even as my aftershocks of pleasure attempt to pull him back in. And he licks my juices from my dripping slit one last time before straightening.
He flashes me a devilish smile before wiping his chin with the back of his hand. And I know he’s reveling in how easily he could prove I’m lying. The cocky bastard loves that he can make me enjoy his stupid deal. And it makes me want to kill him all the more.
So, why do I get butterflies at the thought of what comes next tonight?
“Well, love?” he asks playfully, voicing my very thoughts as he settles on top of me. “Are you going to tell me now that you didn’t enjoy that?”
“I hate you,” I murmur, glaring up at him with all the ferocity I can muster through the fog of my euphoric bliss.
He chuckles, low and dark, seeming completely unaffected by my response as he leans close to kiss me. The smell of leather and eucalyptus surround me, mingling with the hint of tang from my arousal. And when his lips find mine, they’re dangerously soft and tempting. “Maybe,” he breathes, his mouth brushing against mine. “But I think your body feels differently.”
His kiss grows passionate now, his tongue delving into my mouth, enticing me to kiss him back. And though I want to punish him for being such a smug jerk, he’s right. It’s like my body has a mind of its own.
I gasp, my lungs dragging in the delicious scent of him as my tongue strokes out to meet his. My nipples harden against his strong pecs, his soft chest hair grazing against the sensitive tips until I might just lose my mind.
One calloused hand explores my curves, the rough pads of his palm raising goosebumps in his wake. A moment later, his silken tip finds my entrance. Nervous excitement pools in my belly. If two fingers were a lot for my abused pussy to take, I can only imagine what the full girth of his massive cock is going to do to me.
And still, I can barely wait and find out.
I want him inside me.
Desperately.
With the same kind of intense craving a starving man would have for his next meal.
Inch by tantalizing inch, Killian eases inside my entrance. He goes so slowly, it makes my walls tighten and my clit throb. I’m so slick with arousal, he could easily slide the whole way in, filling me as ruthlessly as he did last night.
But it’s like he knows how sore I am—and how insanely good it feels that he’s taking his time. Despite the fact that I just came all over his fingers and tongue, I’m on the brink of another climax.
“You’re so wet and ready for me,” he groans, the agony in his voice making my core clench.
I strain against my cuffs, my back arching as my body ripples with the need for more. More of him. More of the pleasure he brings me. More of the dangerously addictive way he makes my body sing.
I whimper, my legs quivering as I wait for him to finish burying his cock deep in my depths. And when he does, an intense wave of satisfaction washes through me. Wrapping my legs around his hips, I roll beneath him, grinding against him to seek my own pleasure as my walls grip his considerable girth.
Killian grunts, the carnal sound sending my arousal into a dangerous spike. His hand slowly exploring my body slips behind me. And a moment later, he has his arm wrapped around my waist to lift me slightly so he can fuck me, slow and soft, from a deeper angle.
He’s astonishingly tender.
And I’m starting to wonder if he might actually be trying to go easy on me.
That thought blows my mind.
A devious, blackmailing brute who’s renowned for being ruthlessly violent putting in enough consideration to intentionally fuck me gently so he won’t hurt me? Not a chance.
But God, it feels good.
“So damn good,” he rasps, claiming my lips more eagerly now, and heat flashes across my skin as I wonder if I might have said that last part out loud by accident.
I’m so lost in pleasure, I can’t be sure.
“I could fuck you all night,” Killian groans, the sound almost agonized. And he rocks in and out of me with slow, deliberate thrusts, making me feel every inch of him as he enters me again and again.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I register the fact that his words could mean he doesn’t intend to keep me all night. But that can’t be right. Because he has me until first light. And last night, he took advantage of every last second of it. I wasn’t slipping out his balcony door until moments before sunrise.
My body throbs at the idea of doing it two nights in a row.
And I’m not sure if it’s with anticipation of pleasure or pain.
Maybe both.
But before I can delve too far into my response, my building excitement reaches the tipping point. And I gasp against Killian’s lips as a fresh orgasm blasts through me with astounding force.
He groans, his hips slowing even further as I milk his cock. Walls pulsing around his thick girth, I ride the liquid pleasure that seeps through my veins. Our lips part as my head falls back onto the bed, and my eyes roll back into my skull.
Nothing should feel this sinfully good.
Especially not with a man who I’m supposed to be killing right now.
I just can’t help myself.
Something about the way he touches me, the way he claims my body and commands it to do his bidding, is so utterly irresistible. If I were being perfectly honest with myself, I could let him fuck me like this all night long. Because it feels so…damn…good.
Killian’s lips find the tender spot behind my ear, and he sucks gently, trapping the skin between his teeth. My pussy clamps down around him, and I suck air sharply past my lips as fresh arousal chases away the lingering clouds of ecstasy.
His cock twitches inside me, seeming to swell and harden more—if that’s even possible.
And though I can tell he’s leaving a mark on my neck—putting a hickey on my flesh as if to claim his territory—I can’t find it in me to object. Tightening my thighs, I rock into him, grinding my clit against the base of his shaft.
It doesn’t matter that Killian is my family’s enemy. It doesn’t matter that my father wants him dead. All I want is to feel him come inside me. This time, I’m ready for it—despite the fact that I promised him he would never get the pleasure of a night with me again.
Maybe that’s where I went wrong.
Maybe, in the back of my mind, I hoped for this outcome.
Or maybe, I subconsciously knew what a formidable foe he really is.
Whatever the case, I’m glad my IUD will take away the suspense of whether he might impregnate me. Because clearly, he doesn’t care. He’s not pulling out.
“God, you’re so damn sexy, love,” Killian growls, his arm tightening around my waist as his thrusts grow more adamant.
I can feel that he’s getting close, and despite myself, I can’t ignore the thrill that rushes up my spine every time he calls me love. It’s like my brain is hardwired to feel pleasure whether he means it or not. And he can’t mean it.
Obviously.
This is just a deal.
An arrangement that keeps him satisfied and me alive.
But it feels significantly more than that.
The zinging pleasure that crackles up my spine and out to my fingers and toes tells me so.
“Come for me, Natasha,” Killian commands. “I want to feel you come all over my cock again.”
Like the trigger on a gun, his words blast me into my next release. I cry out, convulsing in his arms as my orgasm rips through me with earth-shattering force. And I pant as my pussy spasms, gripping his cock like it might never let him go. My clit throbs, twitching against the base of him as he gives one last powerful thrust inside me.
And hot cum floods my core a moment later, filling me with his seed.
Breathing heavily together, we still, my legs wrapped around him, his arms holding me impossibly close. It wasn’t rough or fast or desperate, but somehow, sex this time was infinitely more powerful.
And the relief that comes from it is so completely consuming that a bone-deep contentment seeps through me.
Killian’s lips brush across mine in the softest of kisses. Then his tongue traces my lower lip, releasing a shiver up my spine.
Gently, he takes his time easing back out of me. And as he does, my legs turn to jelly, dropping to the bed.
Light dances in Killian’s green eyes as he straightens, looking down at me as he remains kneeling between my thighs. “I could get used to a sight like this,” he purrs, his gaze casting up to my cuffed wrists before trailing lasciviously down my naked form.
It’s about as sexual as a look can get. And despite the fact that I’m so sore I honestly don’t know if I can handle another round, my core tightens with anticipation.
Without a word, Killian reaches for the drawer beside his bed. He pulls out a key a moment later and takes his time unfastening my restraints. My wrists don’t hurt at all, thanks to the fuzzy covering that protected them from the cold metal. And to my astonishment, a flicker of jealousy ignites in my stomach to think of how many other girls he must have used them on to have them ready at a moment’s notice.
“So, you’ve got a kink?” I ask as I sit up and rub the circulation back into my fingers.
Killian quirks an eyebrow, his amusement growing as he studies my face with a dangerous level of perception.
I jut my chin toward the handcuffs to mask my sneaky green emotion and pretend to clarify what I mean. “How many girls have worn your pretty little bracelets?”
“Those are there just for you, love. I had a feeling I might need them tonight.” His grin widens into a wicked and dangerously handsome smile.
I narrow my eyes, glaring at him suspiciously. “Because you intentionally antagonized my father into sending me again?”
He shrugs one shoulder, the rich ink of his tattoos standing out in the moonlight from the balcony door. “I trusted you would come for me either way. After all, you promised me last night you’d be back. But there’s nothing wrong with an insurance policy from where I stand.”
“You are such a?—”
“A pig? So I’ve heard.” Killian chuckles as I grind my teeth. Then he slides from the bed to retrieve his boxers.
I watch as he puts them back on, a little confused by the choice. Does he want to take a break and talk? I hope not. Last night didn’t involve much conversation time, and I would rather keep it to a minimum. Killian is clever enough, he might try to trick me into giving up inside information if I’m not careful.
But I don’t say as much because I don’t want to give him any ideas. So instead, I eye him cautiously, waiting to spot his next move. And as he finishes dressing, he stoops to collect my bodysuit.
“Go home, love,” he says, handing it to me. “Get some rest. I want to have fun with you, not break you.”
My jaw nearly hits the floor.
Still, I accept my clothes with a healthy level of suspicion and watch him closely as I start to put my suit back on. His eyes follow my movements in the dim light, but he doesn’t make a move. And I’m shocked when he even hands me my mask after I finish zipping myself back in.
It touches me, despite my attempt to remain unemotional, because even though Killian’s an arrogant ass, he’s actually demonstrating some kind of empathy. And my pulse flutters as his gaze follows me out the balcony door a moment later.
I almost don’t want to go.
Which is ridiculously confusing. And my conflicting emotions combined with Killian’s surprising display of compassion keeps me preoccupied as I sneak all the way across his heavily guarded estate. I sling my leg over my all-black Ducati waiting on the far side of his gated community and drive across the bridge to Manhattan once more.
But I’m still lost in thought as I ride the elevator up to the penthouse of my family’s home. And when the doors ding open on the top floor, I only give it half my mind as I quietly slip inside to avoid waking anyone.
The other half remains in Killian’s bedroom—which is why I don’t notice the dark figure sitting alone in the dimly lit living room. And the deep voice makes my heart stop dead in its tracks.
“What took you so long?”