Chapter Thirty-two
Brynn
We get pastries for breakfast at a street café, then we head for the Champs-élysées where we’re supposed to meet up with Dare and Aubrey.
We catch them coming out of a shop, Dare already carrying a Louis Vuitton shopping bag.
“Oh my god,” Aubrey says as soon as she sees me. “I’m going to spend so much money here.”
I laugh at her mix of horror and delight in realizing it. “Have you been here before?”
I should have been able to tell by the look of wide-eyed wonder on her face—I’m sure I have a matching one on mine—but she shakes her head. “No, this is our first time. It’s so beautiful. I’m obsessed with the architecture in this city.”
“Right? It’s so pretty,” I agree. “Even the stores we have back home feel so French here.”
“I love it,” she says on a sigh, then she points down the road. “Do you want to head that way? I want to see the Arc de Triomphe.”
“Me too, but I don’t want to drive around the circles of hell that seem to surround it. That seems scary.”
Dare wraps his arm around Aubrey’s waist as we fall into step beside each other on the sidewalk. “There’s a café on the corner with tables outside you can view it from,” he tells us. “We could stop there so you can get your pictures.”
“I wouldn’t say no to a coffee,” I say, glancing over at Killian.
He slides his arm around my waist. “We can head that way. We need to stop somewhere and get you a coat first, though.”
“I want to go to Chanel,” Aubrey states.
I’m excited to window shop, but the shops on this street are too high-end to casually buy a coat from, so I shake my head. “I’m fine in my sweater, honestly. Who cares if it’s a little chilly? We’re in Paris.”
We head that way so we can get our typical tourist pictures in front of the arch and have some coffee, but Aubrey is hungry, so they decide to order lunch, too. We order something to snack on while we’re there, and she eats quickly so we can get back to shopping.
She does, in fact, spend a lot of money. I’m tempted to, but I don’t have any, which makes it a little easier to agree about things being pretty but continue on my way empty-handed.
When we get back to shopping after seeing the Arc de Triomphe, Killian tells me to pick out a coat so I don’t freeze to death tonight when it cools down even more. When I continue to refuse, he says, “Fine, I’ll pick one myself.”
But he picks more than a coat. He grabs dresses for me to try on, too, then he sends me to the dressing room to model them for him.
I don’t hate it, honestly.
It feels good to come out in the pretty dresses he picked for me, to turn and spin like I did on the faux-runway last night, but for a much-preferred audience of one.
He enjoys watching me, too. I can see it in his eyes.
“I like that one,” he decides when I’m trying on the third dress, a white fitted gown that clings and drapes in all the right places.
“So do I,” I say with a smile, looking at it in the mirror. “I do not like the price tag, though, and it’s a bit fancy.”
“You need a dress for tonight. We’ll get that one.”
I spin back around. “I already have a dress. I need a different dress?”
He nods. “A fancier one.”
“I’m intrigued,” I say, playfully narrowing my gaze at him.
He smirks. “You’ll see soon enough. Now, go get changed so we can get out of here.”
I hurry back into the dressing room to change into the dress I came in, but I’m only in there for a few seconds before there’s a knock at the door.
“It’s me,” Killian says.
I open the door just a tad and peek out suspiciously. “Can I help you?”
“Let me see that black dress again, the lace one you liked.”
I grab the dress and hand it to him.
He rips the tag off, then hands the dress back. “I’m buying this one, too. Put that on so we don’t have to go back to the hotel before our next stop.”
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I’m feeling spoiled as hell when we finally leave Dare and Aubrey and head off to do our own thing for the rest of the day.
Killian bought me two new dresses, a new pair of heels, a new coat, and a Chanel bag because he saw me eyeing one when Aubrey was picking out hers, and he didn’t want me to leave empty-handed when she was getting a new bag.
I guess having a double shopping date worked out for me.
I feel like I’m living someone else’s life when we get in the car and head back toward our hotel. When the driver takes the same turns and the hotel comes into view, I look over at Killian.
“I thought you said we weren’t going back to the hotel.”
“We’re not,” he says, watching out the window.
“Then where are we…?” My question dies as the driver pulls up to let us out.
At the opera house.
I already feel a spike of excitement, and then he says, “How about a tour?”
From the moment we walk in, I am entranced.
To say the place is beautiful would be a massive understatement.
Killian takes my picture on the grand staircase, but I can’t stop smiling even when the camera is no longer pointed at me. We head upstairs and look out over the balcony, then we wander the magnificent halls.
Killian can’t be bothered to follow rules, so even though most of the doors out to the balcony on the front of the building are roped off, he finds the one that isn’t and pushes it open.
I’m not a rebel, so I look around, paranoid that we’ll get into trouble. “What are you doing?” I whisper to him. “I don’t think we’re supposed to go out there.”
“Come on,” he says, going outside anyway.
“You’re going to get us banned.” I look hastily over my shoulder, but seeing no one to stop us, I hurry out there with him.
The balcony feels private with nobody else out here, and it overlooks the busy street so there’s a nice view. Since we’re staying right next to it, I can even see the balcony of our hotel room from here.
“Look.” I point at it, glancing back at Killian with a smile. “Should we get a picture on the balcony in front of our balcony?”
“You’re such a nerd.” He smirks, shaking his head, but drawing his phone out anyway. “Sure.”
I face him and flash him a smile as I point at our hotel room, and he snaps a picture of just me. Then he joins me, leaning close with our backs to the busy Parisian street, and snaps a shot of both of us. On impulse, I kiss his cheek, so he snaps another one.
“That’s the winner,” he says, smiling faintly as he looks down at his phone screen.
“Make sure you send those to me,” I tell him before turning around so I can enjoy the view for another moment before we leave.
“I will,” he murmurs, coming up behind me and bracing his hands on the railing in front of me. “Are you enjoying our first date?”
“Immensely. Thank you so much for this. There are truly no words.”
My hair is down and blowing like crazy out here, but I feel warm with his body pressed against mine. He nuzzles his face in the crook of my neck and leaves a little kiss there, and a shiver dances down my spine that isn’t from the cold.
I sigh happily. “This is so nice.”
“Isn’t it?”
“Mm-hmm. I’m still not sure if we’re allowed to be out here, though.” I glance back at him. “We should probably head back inside.”
“We could,” he says, but his voice betrays no interest.
Then his troublemaking hands slide slowly up my thighs until he’s squeezing my ass.
Interest stirs between my thighs, but this isn’t the time or place, so I ignore the pull of arousal and try to sound stern. “Killian Walsh.”
“Brynn Blakely,” he mocks.
“We need to go back inside.”
I turn around so we can get back to our tour before he causes any more trouble, but rather than let me escape, he grips the railing and moves closer, caging me in.
I cock an eyebrow and look up at him as if he’s not deliberately crowding me. “Can you move?”
“What’s the magic word?” he teases.
“Please,” I say sweetly.
His blue eyes seem to darken. “Christ. It’s hard to say no to anything when you look at me like that.”
I smile, biting down on my bottom lip, then licking them. I’ll admit, I’m flirting with him a little, but I am not planning to pay for my actions.
Killian’s plans don’t look like mine.
His gaze drops to my mouth like a magnet, and he lets go of the balcony to grab my neck with one hand and my hip with the other, pulling me close and slanting his mouth over mine.
His kiss is overpowering, and it makes my tummy flutter. Despite the beauty all around us and the bite of the cold from the wind, I forget where we are for a split second. We could be anywhere, as long as I’m there with him.
Killian must maintain a firmer grip on his senses, because as he kisses me, he walks me backward, and doesn’t stop until my back is pressed against the opera house exterior. We’re between the columns over here, so we’re not clearly visible from the street or through the doors unless someone else comes out.
But someone could easily come out.
Apparently unconcerned, he sinks his hand into my hair, cradling my skull and devouring me. I can taste him on my lips, feel his hardness pressing against me.
Delicious tension builds in my lower body and between my thighs. I love when I can feel him needing me like this.
When he takes a break from dominating my mouth, he kisses his way along my jaw, and my head tilts back as he makes his way down my neck. The building exterior is cold against my back, but his hands are all over me and my skin feels flushed.
“Killian, we have to stop,” I say softly, despite it being the last thing I want to do. He’s going to get me too worked up, and then I won’t be able to think straight while we finish our tour.
“Yeah?” he murmurs, his breath warm against my skin. “Who’s gonna make me?”
I crack a smile. “The French police, if you keep this up.”
He chuckles, but he doesn’t stop. He nips lightly at my neck, and I feel it in my pussy. “Let ’em come for me, but they’ll have to wait until I’m finished with you to drag me off.”
“Killian, I’m serious.”
“So am I,” he says, pushing my coat open more so he can palm my tit through my dress. He squeezes, and a soft, helpless moan slips out of me.
“Please,” I say, but my body gets confused when the word slips out. I can’t tell if I’m asking him to stop, or not to.
I get my answer when he releases my breast and I feel slightly disappointed. But the disappointment is quickly replaced by alarm when he reaches down and gathers a fistful of black lace, bunching it up my thighs.
“Killian.” Startled, I look up into his eyes. “What are you doing?”
“Enjoying the sights.” He kisses me again, but I think this time it’s to shut me up. He pushes his hand down the front of my borrowed tights, and I gasp against his mouth.
“Killian,” I whisper urgently, trying to push his hand away. “We can’t. Not here.”
He ignores my weak attempt to stop him, using his fingers to spread my pussy and shove a finger into me. I moan softly at the unexpected intrusion, my head falling back against the cold building.
A chill shoots straight through me. I don’t know if from it’s the cold or the fear of getting caught, but I can’t hold on to it when he starts teasing me. It feels too fucking good.
“If you want to go back inside,” he whispers against my ear, his breath warm and tantalizing, “you have to come for me first.”
Oh my god.
“I can’t,” I tell him, caught between desire and fear as he strokes my pussy.
“No?”
I shake my head.
He curls his finger, brushing my clit and drawing a helpless shudder out of me. “I think you can. In fact, I know you can, and if you don’t want to come on my fingers, I’ll have to give you something else to come on.”
My heart flutters, and I look anxiously at the door.
“No.” He grips my jaw, forcing my gaze back to his. He holds my gaze as he plunges his finger deeper, and I gasp, my body arching away from the wall. “That’s it,” he says, his voice warm with approval. “You stay with me while I play with this perfect pussy.”
I don’t want to, but when he draws his finger back, then shoves into me again, I can’t ignore the need he’s stoking inside me. He’s rough with my pussy, fucking it with his fingers like he would his cock.
Maybe it’s his roughness, maybe it’s knowing how easily we could get caught out here, but it’s not long before the telltale tremble in my thighs tells me I’m getting close.
Close enough not to care about getting caught.
I whine softly, arching against the building and rocking against his hand.
“You like that, pretty girl?”
“Mm-hmm,” I moan, my eyes drifting closed.
“You want more?”
I nod mindlessly, riding his hand.
“Good. Because I changed my mind.”
“Hmm?” I murmur, unable to concentrate on anything except the building tension as I grab the edge of the building, trying to hold on to something because I feel my climax approaching and I know I’m about to fall to pieces.
Then, just when I’m gasping and reaching for the promise of that delicious pleasure, he pulls his finger out of me.
No!
I gasp for breath, confused and a little disoriented at first. I look around for why he stopped, but there’s still no one out here.
“Get on your hands and knees.”
It takes a second for his command to register. “What?”
Rather than repeat himself, he grabs me and pulls me away from the wall, then forces me down to my knees.
I look up at him once I’m down there, feeling vulnerable and a bit uncertain.
“Beautiful,” he says, reaching down and tenderly caressing my face. Then he lets go and walks around to get behind me.
I brace my hands on the ground, but my tummy flips with nerves. “Killian, I don’t think this is a good idea.”
He isn’t listening.
He gets down on the ground behind me.
I hear him unzip his pants, and my heart goes into overdrive.
He pushes up my new coat and bunches up my dress.
He pushes the lined tights and my panties down to my knees.
The cold air hits my exposed pussy, and I shiver, but Killian doesn’t give me a chance to object. He spreads me open, then brings his hard cock to my entrance.
“Wait,” I say, my heart sinking. That was too quick, and I didn’t hear him grab a condom.
He doesn’t wait.
He shoves into me, and I nearly cry out at the forceful invasion, but he quickly reaches around and seals his hand over my mouth. I gasp against it, struggling to take his cock without the added barrier of the lubed-up condom. I’m wet and needy, but I can still feel my body stretching as he forces his way deeper.
I’m also mildly fucking panicking because he’s shoving his cock in me without protection, and I am not on birth control.
“Killian,” I try to say, but he only tightens his grip on my mouth and forces himself the rest of the way.
I lean down closer to the ground, my ass naturally going up higher in the air as I do.
“There we go,” Killian says, drawing back, then pushing his cock in my pussy again despite the way my body fights to keep him out. “Christ. You’re fucking perfect.”
I want to stop him, but when he lets go of my mouth, it’s only so he can grab my hips, holding them tight so he can start fucking me harder.
The friction of his bare cock rubbing against my walls makes it hard to focus. The pleasure overwhelms my senses, and forgetting common decency and even the law, I sink all the way down, hugging the stone tile while Killian dominates my pussy.
He fucks me like he has to, like his life depends on burying himself as deep inside me as he can. Every thrust hits harder, the pleasure more dizzying and more intense.
He fucks me until it hurts, and then he fucks me some more.
Need coils through me, tighter and tighter as he gives my body more of what it needs. I’m gasping for breath, clawing at the ground as his cock slams into me.
It’s too much.
I can’t hold on anymore.
I cry out helplessly as he drives his cock deep, hard and fast enough to throw me over the edge. My legs shake and I whine, my body bouncing as he continues to fuck me through my orgasm. I whine and moan as pleasure shoots through me, and his cock hits me harder and harder.
The orgasm feels like it will never end.
Then he slides his hand along my pussy while he’s still fucking it and starts teasing my clit.
I gasp, my face pressed hard against the ground. He angles his hips and drives forward, and his cock hits me in a different way.
I slap a hand over my own mouth to quiet myself down as he plays my pussy like an instrument, teasing it and fucking it with skillful strokes until I make all the sounds he likes. I’m lost, my whole body trembling with a potent mix of pleasure and need.
“Killian,” I cry softly.
“Let it happen, baby.”
And then I do.
I don’t know how, but I come again, and it’s even more intense this time. Pleasure erupts inside me like a volcano, exploding through me and knocking out all my senses. All my strength. My vision goes white, and I’m lost in a haze.
Dimly, I hear him utter a low curse. Feel his fingers bite into my hips as he gets close, too. And then he comes with a groan, burying his cock deep and filling me with his cum.
I close my eyes in the aftermath, devoid of strength and lost in a sea of bliss. I feel drunk on pleasure, and I couldn’t stand if my life depended on it.
Killian pulls out of me, and I’m aware of the shameless way I’m positioned with my ass in the air. The cold air hits my wet pussy, and I feel his cum dripping out of me and running down the inside of my thigh.
“Don’t move,” he says gruffly.
I couldn’t move my body if I wanted to, but I turn my head so I can look back. I know I should be horrified when he draws out his phone and turns it in a way I know means he’s using the camera. His gaze meets mine, then he snaps the filthy picture of my pussy full of his cum.
I should be embarrassed.
I should be embarrassed when he crawls forward, using his thumb to gather the cum dripping out of me, and pushes it back in.
I feel mindless and vacant as he pushes as much as he can back in, pushing his fingers inside me and playing with me as he does. There’s a hollow feeling inside me, mixed with a dim sense of excitement.
I think he broke my brain. All I can think about is coming again. Being used by him. Taken.
He pays such close attention to me, I think he can tell by my shallow breaths that I want it.
Every instinct I have tells me to resist whatever this is, not to let him touch me anymore, but my body seems to belong to him. He pumps his fingers in and out of my well-filled pussy, and he doesn’t stop until I come again, my convulsing muscles squeezing his fingers as I cry out against the cold stone beneath my face.
It feels different this time. Scary. I feel like he used up all of me, and there’s nothing left.
And my pussy has never been this wet in my life.
If he shoved his cock in me again, I’d have no choice but to take it. I want him inside me and near me so badly, I wouldn’t even be able to stop if someone did walk out and see us.
He knows how desperately I need him, so this time when he finishes me off, he pulls up my panties and my tights, and tugs my dress back down.
I still feel… detached from myself, but not in a bad way this time. Not in a traumatic way. I just feel so attached to him, there’s no way I could also be attached to anything with the capability of tearing away from him. There’s not enough of me for both of us, so my body and mind choose to be his.
I’m like his poltergeist in this moment; I would follow him to the very ends of the earth. I don’t have a choice.
Killian pulls me back over to lean against the building, and he sits down beside me. He knows what I need, so he pulls me into him, holding me tight, kissing my forehead and caressing me as he tells me I’m okay.
I wrap my arms around him tight and close my eyes, listening to his heartbeat and fighting a confusing need to cry.
“It’s okay,” he promises, leaning down to kiss my face.
Oh, I guess I’m not fighting the need. I didn’t notice, but tears have leaked down my cheeks. He’s kissing them away.
I meet his gaze, feeling like my heart and soul are in my eyes and he could simply reach out and swipe them.
Killian cradles my face and softly kisses my mouth, and then he holds me until I’ve recovered from this intense need and vulnerability.
Recover doesn’t seem like the right word. I get to a point where I can stand again, but the moment he lets me go, I feel bereft.
He takes my hand and hauls me back into the opera house to finish our tour, but it’s not enough contact. I need to be closer to him.
I wander aimlessly through one more room, but I can’t enjoy myself anymore. I feel like an addict who can only concentrate on their next fix, so I ask, “Can we go back to the hotel?”
He seems surprised, but this whole trip is for me, so of course he says yes.
We spend the rest of the afternoon in bed together, touching, fucking, and being as close as humanly possible.
I never want to leave him.
I never want him to leave me.
Even when my body couldn’t possibly take another round, I curl close to him, absently caressing his perfectly chiseled pecs before settling my hand over his heart and my head on his shoulder.
I’ve been dreaming of a feeling like this my whole life, and my imagination fell short.
Because this is… everything.
I know it’s absolutely crazy, but I know what I feel.
This can only be love.