CHAPTER 26
Samia
As we stare into each other’s eyes, Kian’s hand steals between my shuddering thighs, and he rubs his full palm crudely, trying to make me come again, which will take seconds and make me forget I want to be fucked callously.
“Forgive me, please, Samia.” He rasps into my mouth, but we’re not kissing, just connected, lip to lip. His hand increases in speed, and I begin panting. “I don’t know how to say sorry when I know I’m not sorry for what I did. I’d do it again if I have you as my wife.”
“Are you sorry you hurt me?”
His cobalt eyes flash, and there’s only sincerity in them. “Of course I am. I’d kill myself rather than hurt you again.”
“Then it’s enough, you crazy man. I forgive you.”
“Thank Christ.”
He’s on me then.
Nothing holds Kian back now as he frees his cock and impales me in seconds, and I’m full of white-hot bliss. So full. Kian’s fingers dig into my hips as he guides me to ride him, but I hardly need coaxing. The pleasure is already upon me, and I’m addicted to feeling my husband moving inside me.
“Fuck. I missed you, dreamgirl.”
“You knew what you were doing with those letters, Kian.” We kiss between words, between heavy thrusts. I can’t hold out much longer and don’t want to, not when I feel this good. Being connected to Kian is like being plugged into life again. He might be cunning and corrupt, but he’s all mine.
His smile dazzles me. “Hoped.”
My husband has model looks, but he’s a proper villain.
He fucks like one, if nothing else, and my eyes roll back into my skull as he whispers the dirtiest things to make my clit throb with urgency. He has me trapped between him and the table, and he uses that to shove into me impossibly deeper from below.
I grip the back of his hair and roll my hips down, loving how he groans. He’s not the only one in charge here.
“You knew I’d fall in love with you again.”
“Did you, wife?” he presses a thumb on my clit, and I splinter apart, breaking into stardust and ecstasy as I squeeze his cock and feel how he grabs my hips, and pumps up into me several ferocious times, before he loses it in a hot-like grunt.
“Yes.” I exhale into his lips, giving him my life, my promise. Kian’s chest releases the air he was holding. His hand cups around my neck, and he puts our foreheads together even as he thrusts up. Hard. The pleasure continues in rushing flutters.
“Thank fuck for that.”
“What would you have done if the letters didn’t work?”
“Something else.” The villain kisses me lightly. “I’d voluntarily walk into hell if it meant I could keep you.”
I believe him. There’s nothing Kian won’t do; he has no limits where I’m concerned, and I’m finally seeing him for the man he is.
Because I know he’s a fan of them, I offer Kian some words he’ll like.
“Can we make a deal?”
His eyes flash, and I smile, rubbing his mouth with a finger. “Anything.”
“I have to trust you, Kian.”
“You can.”
“We have no marriage without it.”
“You can trust me,” he recites, more forcefully this time.
“No matter how ugly you think the truth might be, I need that between us. Lie and manipulate everyone else, but never to me again. Trust means no matter what, I will always run to you. I want to be partners with my scheming husband, not looking in from the outside, wondering what he’s planning. To be the safe person you know you can always turn to, even if you’re wrong, I’ll still fight your corner. You’re who I want. May god save my soul.”
“He can’t.” Smirks, my husband, “But I can. No matter what, we’re a team.” He repeats with a promise in his voice. “Do you love me again, dreamgirl?”
“I suppose I must. Or you’ve corrupted me into being as insane as you are.”
His laugh is smoky, lighting me up inside as he grips my waist.
“I mean it, Kian. No more lies. I should be your confidant, not your prey. The one you turn to if there are problems to talk through. Consider me your consigliere.”
He chuckles again and cups my face. “What do you know about consigliere’s?”
“I watch stuff. I know he’s the person who knows most about the boss’s business. I don’t want to be in the dark ever again, okay? Even if the police are at our door. Especially if the police are at our door. I’m not na?ve enough to assume you’ve turned over a fresh leaf just because you give the best pussy eating apologies.”
Kian smirks, nipping at my lower lip with his teeth.
“You’ll always be an immoral villain. Only now, I’m by your side to be a villain’s wife.”
“You don’t know how long I’ve waited to hear that, baby.”
Kian’s still buried inside me, and we don’t appear to be in any rush to change that. He nuzzles my neck, and I’m euphoric as my arms loop around his shoulders.
“You hungry, baby?” he asks.
I give a suggestive eyebrow raise. “For food?”
Kian’s eyes go smoky as he lightly laughs and licks the pulse point on my neck. “My dirty girl, you’re gonna get it.”
“Please, yes. You have days’ worth to make up for.”
Kian grunts in reply and crushes my mouth underneath his, forcing his tongue inside. He tastes of everything I’ve been missing and I cling like I never want to let go. His very being has constantly stirred my atoms and shifted my thoughts. Call me crazy, but he told fate he could do a better job and joined our lives; there’s something romantic in that.
His existence has forever caused a momentum in the air surrounding him. He brings power to his voice and the way he moves. He’s dangerous with his actions and how he handles his lifestyle, which makes my heart flutter.
To know he’s mine is thrilling.
Loving a man like Kian MacNamara, becoming his wife, and knowing how to handle him means giving him everything he wants. And he wants me. In doing that, I get what I need, and it’s being loved with a single-minded obsession that borders with over-the-top attention.
Kian is that and more, so I know spending my life with him will never become boring. If anything, some of my mundaneness will have to rub off on my husband to calm his wayward chaos.
He told lies to get me, but it’s the truth and nothing but the truth that makes me keep him.
For life. Forever.
Where my Kian goes, I will follow.
“I love you,” I whisper into his lips, feeling how they spread with a devious smile. He squeezes my butt and holds me closer.
“I never had a doubt, dreamgirl.”