33. CHAPTER 33 #3
“Yeah, you are,” he said, grin creeping back. “But I like watching you try, princeling.”
I rolled my eyes, but the sting settled deep. My fingers found the ink on his chest again. I traced them because I needed something to hold onto that wasn’t the mess inside my own head.
“Will you come with me to Korea next week? To meet my family.”
Cillian went still. Then something cracked open in his face. “Did we fucking switch bodies?” He stared at me. “You eye-fuck me in the middle of the cathedral, drag me out and fuck me, and now you want to take me home? To your family? In Korea?”
He swallowed hard, eyes gleaming with wild, delighted hunger.
“Jesus Christ, Moon. I’m more than okay with being owned.
Yes. Take me. Parade me. Show your whole fucking family exactly who the Aster heir is wrapped around.
I’ll be your pretty Irish pet, your dirty secret, your trophy, whatever the hell you need me to be over there. ”
I laughed, small and shaky. “Just be yourself, Cillian.”
He pulled me down by the neck and kissed me. The kind of kiss that said he knew exactly how much it had cost me to ask. When he broke it, his forehead stayed against mine.
“On all fours, prince,” he said quietly. “I want to fuck you from behind now.”
I moved before my brain could catch up. Hands and knees. Sheets still damp beneath my palms. My arms shook once before I locked them. Ass up. Back arched. Everything I’d just confessed spread open and fucking bare.
Cillian’s palm dragged down my spine, claiming every vertebra. Two slick fingers circled my hole, then pushed in, careful, stretching me open again with that same unhurried possession. I pushed back, desperate for more.
Cillian’s breath ghosted hot against my ear. “That’s it. I think you’re ready for me now, prince.” Only then did he replace them with the blunt, thick heat of his cock.
“Breathe,” he growled against my ear. I tried.
The air shattered the second he shoved in.
He’s so fucking big, splitting me open. The stretch burned.
I dropped my head to the pillow, ass up, taking every brutal inch until his hips slammed flush and I was stuffed full of him again.
My breath came out wrecked. I hated how fast my body surrendered now.
Hated how desperately I needed him to ruin me after I’d failed so fucking badly on top of him.
Cillian’s hand clamped onto my hip, fingers digging hard. “That’s it. Fucking take me.”
He pulled back and slammed in, hard enough to jolt me forward.
A broken moan tore out of me. He did it again.
Harder. Faster. Every stroke dragged right over that spot until my arms shook and my cock hardened again, aching untouched between my legs.
I couldn’t stop pushing back. Couldn’t stop wanting more.
His hand fisted in my hair and yanked my head up, hard. I moaned, the arch in my spine forcing every thick inch deeper, claiming me completely.
“You asked me to come to Korea,” he growled against the back of my neck. “Asked me to meet your fucking family after spending a whole year treating me like a dirty secret.” Another brutal thrust. “After you fought yourself harder than you ever fought me.”
I made a wounded sound. The words hit harder than his cock. Cillian’s hand slid around my throat, squeezing.
“You were terrified of wanting me. I was only ever terrified of losing you.”
He fucked me harder. The rhythm turned vicious, possessive, skin slapping loud in the quiet room. Every thrust jolted me forward on the sheets. I grabbed for the bedpost, knuckles white, trying to brace against the force. Cillian just yanked me back onto his cock with a growl.
“Don’t you fucking run from me now.”
I wanted it. Needed it. Punishment and forgiveness in every brutal stroke. One hand stayed in my hair; the other gripped my hip hard enough to bruise.
“You’re going to come again for me,” he ordered against my ear. “Just like the spoiled little heir you are.”
His palm cracked hard across my ass. The sharp sting sent a jolt straight through me. I shattered with a broken sound I couldn’t swallow. My cock pulsed untouched, striping the sheets as my body clenched violently around him.
Cillian fucked me through it, short, brutal thrusts, until he buried himself to the hilt and came with a groan.
For a long moment neither of us moved. Only ragged breathing and the wet heat of him still buried inside me.
Then he pulled out slowly, turned me onto my side, and dragged me back against his chest. His arms locked around me.
I stared at the wall, throat raw, body still trembling with aftershocks. Shame and relief twisted together, choking me. I had asked him to come to Korea. To meet my family. After everything I’d just confessed. After a year of pushing him away.
My hand tightened on his side, fingers digging into warm skin. Cillian’s fingers stroked through my hair, the same way he had before.
“Whatever you want, princeling,” he murmured against my temple, lips brushing skin. “I’m already yours.”