Chapter 20 Mia
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Mia
I woke up this morning feeling hot and sweaty.
My hair is smashed against my face, and I can feel drool on my cheek.
When I try to roll out of bed, something hard is around my waist, keeping me from moving.
I look down and see a thick, muscular arm wrapped around me.
When I glance over my shoulder, I see Kieran looking peaceful in his sleep.
The only thing that gives me any insight to how last night went is how he’s holding me as if I might run away or he needs to ground himself.
I must've been really tired because I never heard Kieran come in last night. I mean, when he's awake he's gorgeous, but seeing him in such a peaceful state—unguarded—is even sexier.
Gripping his arm, I try to peel it off of me, but Kieran just tightens even more. "Kieran," I whisper-yell, but he doesn't let up, instead, he pulls me into him even more.
"Kieran," I try again, yelling his name even louder this time, but nothing.
A wicked thought runs through my head making me wonder if it will work, or if he'll just get mad.
Kieran can be hard to read or know how he's going to react, but I know he won't hurt me.
Since the day I've met him, he's only ever tried to make me feel safe, and he's doubled down on the message since he forced me to marry him.
Using my thumb and pointer, I try to grab a bit of skin and pinch real hard. Kieran doesn't even flinch. Does this man have any working nerves? I know my pinch hurts, it's the same one my sister and I would use on Ella.
Releasing his skin, I roll over onto my other side, so that I'm facing Kieran, who is just in his boxers. My heart comes to a complete stop when I see how much of his skin is exposed.
I can’t help but drop my gaze and take him in. Kieran’s chest is immaculately sculpted, dusted with the perfect amount of hair. It’s obvious that he works out. My fingers twitch with the need to rub them down the front of him. To feel him.
All of him.
His torso is decorated with tattoos, and a few scars that do nothing to deter how gorgeous he is. I zero in on one tattoo in particular—a phoenix that takes up half his ribs.
My pulse starts to pick up the longer I stare at him. Fuck, how did I fall in this trap?
From the moment I saw his damn regal face with his full pouty lips, high cheek bones and perfect nose, I just knew he would be fucking sexy underneath his clothes, now I’m in trouble.
Trying to push my thoughts away from how gorgeous his face is or that he's wonderfully built. His broad, muscular shoulder, that is helping to hold me hostage, is right in view, so I do what any sane person would do—I open my mouth and bite down on his shoulder as hard as I can.
"If you're trying to turn me on, wife, you're doing a great job," he says, his voice a little rough.
I can't help but roll my eyes at his words as I let go of his shoulder, but he doesn't let go of me. I try prying his arm off of me before begging, "I have to pee, Kieran. Let go."
Kieran reluctantly let's go of me, and I jump out of bed running to the bathroom.
It only takes me a few minutes before I'm waltzing back into the room, but I freeze when I see Kieran sitting up in bed. In this position I can see more of his very built body, and it doesn’t hurt that he has a very defined stomach.
Licking my lips, I can't help but stare at his beautiful body. When I rake my gaze down him, my eyes go instantly to the outline of his cock. Oh fuck. I take a gulp. It doesn’t matter how many times I’ve seen his cock, I’m always surprised by how big it is.
"You like what you see?" he asks and I can hear the amusement in his voice.
I roll my eyes at him as I crawl back into the bed. Kieran's arms wrap around me the moment my knees hit the mattress, dragging me into him. "You know we still have about an hour before my parents get here for breakfast," he whispers in my ear.
"I'm going to meet your parents?" I whisper, but forget all about it when Kieran's hands rub down my front, making sure to touch my already pebbled nipples.
Arching my back, I press my breasts into his hands, loving the way he makes me feel just by a single touch. Every other man I've ever been with has never made me feel so worshiped, or so sexy. I don't even realize I've closed my eyes until Kieran's deep voice washes over me, "Eyes on me, wife."
They pop open when he spins me around and I realize I'm facing the mirror.
He mutters against my neck, "There you go. I want you to see exactly what I'm doing to you, how much you like it."
My head is complete mush, so there is nothing to say as he pushes my hair out of the way, exposing more of my neck before kissing down it. I don't stop watching, but the view gives me the confidence to grab the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head.
Kieran's eyes become even more hooded when I expose my top half to him.
He doesn’t pause, not even for a moment before going straight to my breasts, kneading them as he continues to kiss my neck and down my shoulder.
I watch the two of us in the mirror—Kieran’s large, dangerous hands slide down my spine as he kisses down my body, his face a mask of concentration to make sure that I feel good.
In this moment, I can't help but see how powerful the woman in the mirror is—she has a man who could kill someone in an instant, worshiping her.
I lean back into him, relishing his every touch, feeling more and more powerful with each one.
When he suddenly stops, I concentrate back on the mirror again and watch him stand up, stripping.
Shit, this man is everything. Danger and power radiate off of him—you can see it in every move he makes—and when he touches me, it's like it transfers to me.
"On all fours, wife," he commands. I do what he says, I want to feel his power run through my body once again. As soon as I'm on all fours, he pulls down the boxers I'm wearing, leaving them at my thighs.
Kieran smacks my ass as he climbs up behind me, and for now I’m just going to feel, giving into the sensation, smiling with every touch.
Shit, this could get addicting, or maybe I'm already addicted because I can't imagine not having this ever again.
Feeling bold once more, I lock eyes with Kieran in the mirror and command, "Fuck me. "
My words have Kieran's sexy smirk making an appearance before he lines his cock up with my pussy, saying, "I plan too."
Then plunges into me, arching my back, I hold on for dear life.
“Every.” Thrust. “Day.” Thrust. “Of.” Thrust. “Our.” Thrust. “Lives.” Thrust.
I watch in the mirror as Kieran continues to slide in and out of me. "Fuck, Mia, look at you taking my cock so good. Look at how beautiful you are. I'm never letting you go. I want to feel you wrapped around me, every minute of every day."
His hands skim over my sensitive nipples and I can't help but push myself into them, arching my back, making his cock change position, and I feel even fuller.
Kieran moves his hands from my breasts to my spine, and he skims his hands along it, leaving goosebumps in his wake.
"I love the way you look. So wild for me. "
My gaze goes to the mirror, and I see what he sees—I mean, my hair is all over the place. My skin is flushed, my eyes are so dilated that all you can see are my pupils. I'm not sure I've ever seen myself like this before, and maybe I like this version of me, too.
I can feel my orgasm approaching as Kieran thrusts into me, stretching me in the best way possible. His hands are still roaming all over my skin, I'm not sure there isn't a spot he hasn't touched, and I love that he can't seem to get enough of me.
A tear streaks down my cheek. I drop my head, hoping that he won't see how emotional I'm getting.
What the hell is wrong with me?
Unfortunately, I'm not so lucky and Kieran does see the tears coming down my face. I'm still trying to hide my face when he stops thrusting into me, in fact, he pulls out and I cry out from the loss of him. Collapsing on the bed, I try to smother my face, wishing it would just swallow me whole.
But Kieran has other plans. He flips me over, his eyes softening when he looks at me. "Talk to me.”
I try to turn my face away from him, not wanting to talk about it. It was never a good thing to show vulnerability growing up, people just use it against you. And maybe Kieran has shown that he might not do that, but I'm not ready to expose that part of myself to him, yet.
His hand comes to my chin, and he pulls my face back toward him, forcing me to look at him when he carefully asks, "Mia, what's going on, mo bhanphrionsa. Tell me. Did I hurt you?"
I don't answer, I just shake my head, hoping he will drop it, but I should've known better. Kieran is like a dog with a bone. "Tell me," he commands again.
Knowing I need to give him something, I say, "I’m just a little emotional. I've never…" I trail off, pleading with my eyes. He seems to understand what I'm trying to say, as he leans down, giving me a chaste kiss before muttering, "I feel the same."
Before I can reply, he pushes my legs apart, forcing them around his waist. He wraps his hand around my neck, lightly holding me in one spot as he pounds into me.
Hitting that one delicious spot. I can't even process what is happening before my orgasm hits me so hard, I can feel my pussy squeeze around Kieran's cock.
"That’s right, mo bhanphrionsa, you want my cum, take it from me," he grits out.
I squeeze my pussy one more time as Kieran begins to go faster as he chases his own orgasm. I can feel his dick swell inside me and shortly after he groans, "Yes, wife," before he paints my insides.
Kieran leans over me as I collapse on the bed, trying to catch my breath as his cum drips out of me. I'm about to ask him to grab me a washcloth when I feel him pushing it back in.
Looking up at him, I ask incredulously, "You don't care that I could get pregnant."
He doesn't move his focus from what he's doing before he answers. "I can't imagine anything better than you round with my child." When he finally looks at me, I search his face for a lie, but I can't seem to find one.
I jump when a knock on the door comes, but Kieran pushes me back down, shouting, "Go away."
"Kieran. Your parents are here," a man's voice yells back through the door. "I thought you might want a heads up before coming out of your room."
Kieran chuckles. "Good thinking, Henry. We will be down in a minute."
"Got it," Henry replies and then we can hear his footsteps retreating.
Kieran smiles down at me, saying, "Let's get cleaned up."
"Yes. I don't want to meet your parents smelling like sex."