Chapter 21 — Kiera
Sunlight spilled in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, its warm golden glow draped over my face. I lay on my belly, naked under the sheets, legs spread apart.
My eyes fluttered open, my vision blurry for the first few seconds until I blinked a couple of times. Birds were chirping in the trees outside, and the curtains were swaying in the gentle breeze.
I lay there, my breasts pressed against the soft mattress beneath me, too weak to get out of bed. My heart sank when I recalled what had happened last night: the spontaneous sex, the blowjob, and the finishing on my face.
My cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and a strange kind of satisfaction. Although I was in my bedroom, the scent of his cologne still lingered in the air, invading my senses.
It was hard to believe I’d let myself lose control like that again. I knew it would only be a matter of time before I fell for his flesh. I just didn’t think I’d end up testing my blow job and hand job skills on him. At least not this soon.
I should’ve only done that when I was certain of who or what I was to him. Maybe it was selfish of me to think that after he’d already gone down on me. Twice.
Perhaps deep down, I felt guilty for basking in the euphoria of his mouth on my cunt without reciprocating the gesture. He didn’t mind giving me head—in fact, he seemed to love it.
Nial’s pleasure was in pleasing me the way I wanted to be pleased. His actions were selfless, thoughtful, and strangely respectful. He always put my needs before his as though his own desires didn’t matter as much as mine.
Honestly, that was the reason I chose to shut out my sense of reasoning and go down on him. My lips curved into a faint grin as I recalled the expression on his face. A mask of sheer pleasure.
The sound of his guttural growl still echoed in my head, reminding me of how much he enjoyed my work. Pride crept into my heart together with the need to do it again.
I wasn’t sure what had come over me last night. But I was glad it did. Unashamedly, I stroked, sucked, and choked on his length, all while staring into his eyes. The way his face twisted in ecstasy and the sound of his deep groans fanned the flames of my desire.
The sex had made me completely forget all about Vika’s arrogance earlier that night. My smile broadened as I recalled how Nial’s kiss had sealed my lips. That single move was the reason the night turned out the way it did.
I should be ashamed of myself right now, but I wasn’t. Instead, I felt a flutter in my chest just thinking about how I made him feel. I reminisced on the way his legs trembled as he shot his load on my face—warm and sticky.
My hand traveled down between my legs, my fingers caressing my clit. I bit my lower lip, my waist grinding slowly as I fingered myself.
“Nial…” I murmured, a jolt of electricity surging through my body. “Oh, fuck….” My face twisted in pleasure, heat spreading across my body.
I arched my hip for better access, my fingers rubbing over my clit, slow and reverent. My shoulders rose in ecstasy, my eyes fluttering shut. I clutched against the sheets with my free hand as soft moans escaped my mouth.
The more I touched myself, the more I wanted him, and that alone was terrifying.
“Miss Kiera,” a voice called from outside the door, accompanied by two steady knocks.
“Shit!” I whispered, alarmed as I withdrew my hand from under me.
Quickly, I pulled the sheets over my naked body and rolled to the other side of the bed—the side facing the door.
I cleared my throat, my heart still racing in my chest. “Who is it?”
“It’s Polina,” she replied. The housekeeper. “Sorry to disturb you, but the boss wants you downstairs.”
My brows knitted together, confused. “Like right now?”
“Yes,” she answered. “Breakfast is ready, and he’s waiting at the dining table.”
I paused, trying to process the invitation. This had never happened before. We never ate together. Never.
“Uh….” My fingers combed through my hair. “I’ll be down in a minute.”
Silence.
Next thing I heard was the sound of her receding footsteps down the hall.
I lay on my back, staring blankly into space and wondering why he wanted to have breakfast with me. The invitation was unexpected, flooding my heart with mixed emotions.
The only way to know why I’d been invited was by honoring the invitation.
Without further hesitation, I got out of bed and headed into the bathroom to freshen up. Once done, I changed into a clean dress—a flowered flare gown with a V-neck that dipped enough to reveal my cleavage.
My golden-brown hair fell loosely over my shoulders, my skin glowing under the soft light. Quietly, I headed out the door.
The nearer I drew to the dining room, the faster my pulse raced. I braced myself as I moved, painfully aware of every step.
At the base of the stairs, I heard the faint sound of classical music coming from the dining area. I drew a breath, locked my jaw, and walked into the room with my head held up high.
He was seated at the head of the table, clad in a black suit, exuding his usual air of confidence. He wasn’t kidding last night when he told me not to get used to that put-together version of him.
Nial had returned to his old self this morning—tousled hair, gloved hands, and a loose tie. I wasn’t shocked, nor was I disappointed. He still looked ridiculously attractive.
“You sure took your time,” he said, meeting my gaze across the room, his jaw moving as he chewed.
“I overslept,” I said, taking my seat at the table.
“I’m sure you did.”
Embarrassed, I lowered my head slightly, adjusting in my chair.
The air was filled with the buttery scent of toasted bread and freshly brewed coffee. Golden scrambled eggs and crisp strips of bacon were laid out neatly on the table.
A small plate of flaky croissants, still warm from the oven, sat beside a bowl of fresh berries. The mouthwatering aroma drifted through the dining area, warm and inviting.
Too shy to meet his gaze, I sat across from him in silence, my emotions churning.
He reached for his mug, lifted it to his lips, and sipped his coffee. Neither of us said a word, the silence stretching by the minute. Until he broke it.
“You can resume work tomorrow. Finish your ongoing case.”
I paused, my fork halfway to my mouth. My head tilted upward, my eyes meeting his in an instant.
Did I hear him correctly, or was my mind playing games with me?
He continued, his cutlery clinking against his plate. “Once that is done, you will step back and take a break. Until the baby is born.”
A wind of relief washed over me, and I should be thankful. But at the same time, I couldn’t help feeling irritated by the fact that he was still deciding for me.
“You do realize you’re talking about Vika’s case, the Bratva’s arrogant brat,” I said, my voice low and even.
A pause.
“You were right.” He leaned in, his gaze unwavering. “That asshole deserves to be punished.”
I was right?
Did Nial just say that I was right?
My expression remained neutral even as my heart swelled with something unnamed.
He looked me dead in the eye. “You do what you do best and make sure it fuckin’ hurts.”
Those words and his dangerous tone sparked something fierce inside me, something encouraging. I leaned back in my chair, a small smile tugging at the corners of my mouth.
What did this mean?
Were we no longer on opposite sides of the law? Or was this a one-time thing because he, too, was sick of that arrogant prick?