4. Cillian #2
She is—I don’t have a word for it that isn’t embarrassing.
Every composed, untouchable, carefully armored inch of her is completely dismantled.
Her skin is warm under my hands.
Her pulse is fast at her throat.
She gets my shirt open and I’m not sure when that happened.
Her palms slide flat against my chest, and she looks at what she’s doing for a moment with a look that’s trying to remain contemptuous and failing, then those dark eyes come back up to mine.
“Don’t look at me like that,” she says, and her voice has gone low and rough in a way I’ve never heard from her before and I want to hear it again immediately.
“Like what,” I respond, my brain fuzzy and my cock throbbing painfully against my pants.
“Like you’ve won something,” she shoots back, her eyes narrowing.
“I haven’t won anything,” I tell her, which is true. Whatever this is, it’s not a win, but it’s not a loss either. It’s something that doesn’t have a category yet, and I’m not going to stand here on a dining table trying to find one.
She pulls me back down to her by the back of my neck and I stop thinking about categories entirely.
Her hands are everywhere—in my hair, across my shoulders, her nails tracing lines I’ll find in the morning and know exactly where they came from.
I push her hair back from her face because I want to see her, need to see her, and she lets me look for half a second before she drags me back to her mouth like being looked at is something she can only tolerate in small doses.
I find the zipper at the side of her dress by feel and she shifts to let me.
I pull back just far enough to look at her again.
Her hair is spread across the table and her dress is half undone.
Her lips are swollen and parted, and she looks at me with equal parts fury and want.
“Still hate me?” I ask, and I don’t fully know why I ask it.
She looks at me for a moment.
“More than anything.” She pulls me back down.
I stop thinking entirely.
I slide my hand between her legs, marveling at how smooth and soft her skin is as I run my nose against the length of her neck, coming to rest beside her ear.
“I can’t wait to feel you come on my cock, begging for more,” I tell her harshly, enjoying how her breathing picks up.
“I’m going to find out all the filthy things that come out of your mouth when I’m fucking you. ”
Valentina inhales sharply but doesn’t pull away.
Instead, she yanks me back down so our lips crash together so hard our teeth clank.
My hand shifts slightly up to grip her jaw as I feel her tongue slip inside my mouth and her nails dig into the flesh of my arms.
Our lips fight in an intense battle as we both struggle for control.
She bites down on my bottom lip hard enough to draw blood and I pull back sharply.
There’s a wild and intense storm in her eyes as she looks up at me.
My lip stings from the bite and I run my tongue over it before a slow smile creeps up on my face and I bring her mouth back to mine.
The intense pleasure the feeling of kissing her gives me is unbelievable.
My kiss turns hungry and I let out a groan against her. Valentina roughly yanks off the rest of my shirt before her nails scrape against my neck.
My own hands slip down her body, pulling and squeezing wherever I can reach.
My hips slam into hers forcefully against the table, ignoring the screech of the table as it moves from the force of my movements.
I kiss her so hard I’m sure my lips will be bruised the next morning.
I can already feel my lower lip swelling.
The harder I press against her, the more intoxicated I feel. I can feel every bad decision I have ever made float away at the scent of her.
A growl escapes Valentina’s lips as she forcefully shoves against my chest.
My body is flush against her as I grind my erection against her thigh. She moans at the contact.
Reaching up, I finish unzipping her dress and impatiently tug it off her.
Valentina’s dark eyes rise to mine as she pushes at me again.
The movement causes my eyes to drift down toward her exposed black lacy bra.
Her chest is rapidly rising and falling as she pants, trying to catch her breath.
I inhale through my nose. “Fuck,” I mutter as I take in the sight of her. She’s so fucking beautiful and intoxicating—all wrapped in a fiery package. I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t get enough of her.
Valentina squirms against me.
Her nails dig into my exposed chest as I reach up and take hold of her arms.
She feels so small against me.
Delicate.
But the woman in front of me is anything but delicate.
She’s a fucking viper.
“Quit struggling,” I command in a deep voice.
I don’t know why I bother because she does not stop. Instead, she fights harder. She claws against me as she struggles to push me away, but the blush across her skin gives her away. We both know the fight is pointless. We both know where this is leading. I already told her after all.
“I hate you,” she spits. Her pupils are dilated, but the gold in them glitters like embers in a fire. I can see myself in the reflection and it takes my breath away. “I shouldn’t be allowing you to touch me.”
I chuckle low in my throat and lean my head down until my lips are resting just above her ear. “But you are,” I taunt. “You want this just as much as I do. Consequences be damned.”
Valentina scowls at me. “I shouldn’t let you touch me,” she snaps. “Give me one good reason why I should.”
I clench my jaw, pondering her question. I have her. Now I just need to reel her in.
“Because you’ll enjoy it as much as I do.
” I trail my fingers down her arms, watching as her flesh erupts in goosebumps.
“You’ll get turned on by all the dirty things I say to you.
You’re already horny as fuck, Valentina.
Besides”—my eyes trail over her body slowly until they meet hers again—“the forbidden-ness makes the reward so much sweeter.”
We crash together with the force of an impending storm.
I release her arms before I reach down and grip her thighs.
Her legs wrap around my waist, and I can feel the heat of her core press up against me as she grinds her hips. I rip my mouth away from hers with a moan.
“Fuck you,” she says as she digs her nails into my shoulders, shuddering as my teeth scrape against her neck.
“I plan to.”
I reach down and tear her lace underwear from her body, tossing the scraps of fabric to the floor.
Valentina cries out as I quickly slide a finger inside her, meeting no resistance.
I hold back a groan at how ready she already is for me.
I smirk. “Wet already.” I thrust my fingers in and out as she fights against me. “You can’t lie to me and say you don’t enjoy this as much as I do.”
Valentina rolls her hips against my fingers as she moans loudly. “I still hate you,” she pants out, digging into my shoulders harder.
I grin. “Then hate me.”
When I pull my hand from her, she lets out a reluctant sound at the loss, but I’m not done with her yet.
Making quick work of my belt, I shove my pants and boxer briefs down until they pool around my ankles, and I kick them to the side.
Her body shakes in anticipation as I grip her thighs tightly. My hips flex and I slide against her once, twice, before notching myself at her entrance.
“You will be the end of me,” I breathe.
Her mouth opens to answer, but before she can I thrust inside her in one fluid motion.
Valentina cries out at the sudden entry, keening at the stretch. Her nails claw at my back and her teeth sink into my shoulder.
I welcome the pain as a million sensations wash over me. Fuck, she feels amazing.
It’s not fucking fair.
Her warmth coats me in the best possible way and I groan, pulling out slightly before snapping my hips back to hers.
She is slick and ready for me.
“Fuck me, Cillian.”
I push against her as my hips begin thrusting. Valentina bites, claws, and meets me thrust for thrust.
The more she fights me, the harder I fuck her.
Her hands reach out and tangle in my hair before her fists close and she yanks forcefully, causing my head to tilt back.
A growl forms deep in my chest.
I take hold of her wrist and slam it back on the table above her head, shifting slightly to make sure she doesn’t slide off.
She gasps in a mixture of pain and pleasure as I continue to fuck her.
Our breaths are heavy, stuttering between moans and curses at each movement.
“Valentina—fuck—you’re so—”
She struggles against me, still vying for control.
Her hips rock against me, meeting each of my thrusts as she clings to my shoulders.
Her dark hair tickles my face as I lean my forehead against hers. I can smell the scent of her shampoo.
A mixture of vanilla and lavender invades my scenes, causing me to grow even harder.
Fuck.
The table groans under our weight, and for a moment I’m seriously concerned it’ll break.
I pull out of her quickly and drag her to the floor.
Valentina squeals as her bare body touches the cool hardwood.
Her fiery brown eyes stare up at me in surprise as she pushes herself up on her elbows.
Her eyes roam my body and my cock twitches as she bites her bottom lip.
I cover her body with my own, and her hands slide up and pull me flush against her.
With one thrust, I’m back inside her, my hips punishing as I lean back, my hands roaming her body.
I cup her breasts through the black bra and squeeze, causing her to writhe and thrash beneath me.
“Do you like this?” I ask in a gravelly voice. “Do you like the feel of me? Hmm?” I palm her breasts harder, running my thumbs teasingly over her nipples.
Valentina cries out as she arches. But stubborn girl, she refuses to give me the satisfaction of an answer.
“Look at me.” I slide my hand up her chest and move to her neck. Her eyes snap open as my hand tightens around her throat. “Answer me. With words.”
A flash of defiance passes over her eyes as she looks up at me. “Yes,” she says thorough gritted teeth.
I push it further. “Yes sir,” I growl. My hand stays on her throat as I lift onto my knees, my other hand hooking under her knee to open her up even more.
I sink into her further and we both let out a deep moan.