Chapter 22
EDEN
I don’t remember getting in the car. My mind is hazed over, and my skin is overheated. I try to fucking breathe, but Kieran’s presence is overwhelming me as his hand smooths up my thigh.
When he told me he was taking me somewhere tonight, I hadn’t expected the cages.
I recognized it from the pictures, but being there in person pulled a visceral reaction out of me.
The second we stepped inside, my body started humming with adrenaline and excitement, and the sight of the mats made me reach for my blade.
All the bloodshed had me wanting to find my own challenge.
But sitting in Kieran’s lap while watching it? I’ve never been more turned on.
Especially not with his hands all over me, his lips on my neck, and his husky voice in my ear. He painted the most erotic pictures, and I don’t care if I shouldn’t want to ride him after watching such a gruesome death—I still do.
Jude’s eyes keep flicking up to look at Kieran in the mirror as he drives up the mountain. But Kieran hasn’t tried anything with me more than his fingers edging closer and closer to my center. It’s driving me mad, and I’m trying to hold it together—and failing.
The tension is thick in the car, and I tremble when Kieran leans over to brush his lips against my ear. “Be thinking about how you want me to fuck you. If you ask nicely, I just might give it to you.”
“ Kieran ,” Jude growls, and Kieran sighs as he pulls away.
“I wasn’t doing anything.”
“I don’t fucking believe you.”
Kieran’s eyes narrow. “I should have Till take us from now on. He knows he can’t give me commands.”
Jude turns around the last curve, the houses coming into view. “Please fucking do,” he mutters, pulling into Kieran’s garage. He’s out of the car as soon as it’s off, pulling open Kieran’s door. “Now get out.”
Kieran smirks up at him, and I half expect him to argue with Jude. I’ve learned that it’s Kieran’s love language—pissing off the people he cares about. I’m not sure what that says about me.
But then his green eyes look back at me, heat simmering in them, and he steps out of the vehicle. His movements are so smooth that I get fucking turned on watching the man stand up and straighten his shirt.
I slide out after him, not quite hearing whatever he says to Jude, but it has the other man nodding.
All traces of his earlier anger are gone, and when he looks at me, those ice blue eyes aren’t so cold.
He offers me a twitch of his lips and a nod before heading toward the side door that will lead back down to his house.
Because I’m watching Jude, I don’t even realize that Kieran is moving until he’s already picked me up. I yelp as he throws me over his shoulder, arm wrapped around the back of my thighs.
“Kieran!” I debate twisting to wrap my legs around his throat. My fighting instincts have become more prominent lately, and he’s playing with fire.
Then again, I think he likes it.
His other hand smacks my ass as he steps inside. “You weren’t moving fast enough.”
I lean forward, trying to shift my hips up on his shoulder so I can choke the bastard with my legs. “Put. Me—” I gasp as he drops me to my feet, grabs both my wrists, and pins them above my head. The last word comes out pathetically quiet. “Down.”
Kieran grins, and it’s enough for me to forgive him for carrying me inside. I’m too desperate for relief to push him right now because he’ll drag it out, and I can’t take it.
“I love when you’re like this, wife.” He steps closer, dragging his nose down my cheek. The light scruff scratching against my skin has my body igniting. “When you’re so fucking needy for me that you’ll take anything I give you.”
My chest heaves as I suck in breath, every part of my body on fire. I’m so eager for him that I can’t do anything but nod. “I need it.”
His cockiness is annoyingly attractive, just like that thick accent as his voice drops lower. “You need what, Eden?”
“My husband’s cock.”
His free hand drags up my thigh, and I whimper. He’s been doing this all night, and I can’t take it anymore. My head falls back against the wall, and he scrapes his teeth along my exposed neck.
“I want to see how ready you are for me, mo chuisle .” He reaches the button of my shorts, the other hand still holding me in place. “If you soak my hand, I might reward you.”
I grit my teeth as he pops the button and drops my shorts. Arching my hips, I help work them down my body until they fall to my feet. I step out of them, kicking them to the side, and Kieran brushes his thumb down the front of my thong.
“Do you want out of this, too?”
He’s going to make me beg for it. “Yes,” I moan, his hand brushing over my clit as he slides lower.
“So fucking wet, aren’t you?” I groan in response, and he hooks a finger around the thin fabric, yanking. He does this almost every time, so I don’t even notice the burn as he pulls the scraps off my body. “Spread your legs for me.”
I kick my feet apart, eager to get his hands on me. Kieran must be just as turned on because he doesn’t waste any time before sliding two fingers between my thighs.
My eyes fall closed, and his hands tighten around my wrists to keep me standing upright. Pleasure blooms through me as he glides over my clit and down to my entrance.
“Have you been this drenched the entire time?” I nod my head frantically as he teases me. “My poor wife. She needs to come so bad, doesn’t she?”
“ Yes ,” I cry, hips rocking forward. “Please, Kieran.”
His chuckle is low and dark, and it sends another wave of arousal through me. I like when Kieran’s dark side comes out.
He pushes into me slowly, easing off every time I try to rock into him. It’s such an excruciating form of torture that I feel tears prick my eyes. I just want him inside of me, and he’s going to force me to go at his pace.
When I finally sink back against the wall, defeated, he brushes a kiss against my temple. “That’s my girl. You’re at my mercy. Act like it.”
“I need to come,” I whimper.
He curls his fingers, stretching me as he finally gives me what I want. “I know, mo chuisle. And you will.”
I don’t dare move in case it makes him stop, and Kieran works me to a pace that has my thighs trembling. His mouth moves down my neck, teeth leaving behind stinging bites as he goes, and I can’t even think straight as he works me higher.
“Fuck, yes,” I moan loudly when he bites my breast through my shirt. The material is thin enough that I can feel every graze down to my nipples. “Kieran, I’m so close.”
He chuckles. “You don’t have to tell me. Your sweet cunt has been gripping my fingers since I slipped inside of you.”
A cry rips through me when he clamps down around my nipple, and my head tips back. I’m on the edge, and his thumb pressing against my clit as he sinks his teeth in harder sends me right over.
I scream loud enough for the entire house to hear me as I come, Kieran holding me up as he works me through the orgasm. My entire body is shaking, sweat coating my skin, and it takes me a moment to come back down from the high.
Kieran’s hand eases out of me as I do, snaking around my back and holding me to him. He licks at the sweat across my collarbone, groaning as he lets me catch my breath.
Despite nearly blacking out, I’m immediately ready for more. I asked for his cock, and I’m tired of waiting. If he needs a push, I’ll give him one.
I tug at his hand, and he lets go of my wrists, fisting my hair instead. I run my hands down his torso, two fingers curling into the waistband of his pants and tugging him closer. My other hand roams down to his cock, palm grinding against his hard length.
“ Fuck ,” he grunts, driving his hips forward. “Still greedy?”
“Always.” I stroke him, squeezing him until he hisses. “Don’t you want inside of me, Kieran?”
His fingers pull harder at my hair and dig into my skin, his restraint growing thin. Kieran never gives in—he snaps every time. He drives us both to the brink of madness, and then fucks me until I lose my mind anyway.
I wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Don’t you want to feel my pussy squeezing you?” I keep stroking with one hand while the other undoes his pants. “Don’t you want to fill your wife?—”
A growl rips free of him, and I barely have enough time to react before he spins me around. His chest presses firmly against me, pressing me against the wall, and his lips brush the shell of my ear. “You want to push me, wife? I’ll fucking punish you for it.”
I bite down on my lip to keep from moaning. I want him to, and we both know it. I want him to test my limits every time he fucks me.
Clothes rustle behind me, and then he’s grinding against my ass. Just the feel of him has me arching my back, silently begging for him to drive into me.
One of his arms circles my waist, pinning my hips to his. He shifts, his cock slipping between my thighs and sliding through my arousal. This time, I do moan because it feels incredible when his head brushes my swollen clit.
“That’s it, mo chuisle .” His other hand slides up my back to my neck. “Beg me with your body to fucking ruin you.”
I push back against him. “Kieran, please fuck me.” I roll my hips, wishing he’d stop this torture.
A satisfied rumble echoes through his chest. “Oh, I will.” The hand on my neck slides around, encircling my throat. He pulls me tightly against him, holding me in place as he tilts his hips. “I’ll fuck my pretty wife until her pussy can’t take it and she’s hoarse from screaming.”
He slams into me at the same time his hand tightens on my throat. I cry out his name, palms pressed to the wall to keep me upright from the force of it.
“Louder, Eden.” He drags out slowly before snapping his hips forward. “Or do you not need to breathe? Should I choke you for pushing me?”
A soft moan works its way up my throat without my permission, but he hears it. With the next thrust, I groan as he bottoms out, and his hand tightens as soon as I draw in a breath. His grip on my hips grows harsher, too, digging in until I’m certain he’ll leave bruises.