Chapter 14 She Knows
Chapter fourteen
She Knows
Cian
Iwas wrong. I was so obnoxiously wrong. Turns out I can, in fact, be angry at Trissa.
Not only is she ignoring me as Casper, but she’s completely cut me off as Cian as well.
How the hell am I so gloriously bad at this?
Some guys don’t stand a chance with the girl of their dreams—I managed to snag myself two chances and blew them faster than my load.
I groan in frustration and watch Trissa from the back of the room through narrowed eyes.
I’m stuck hovering over in the corner like the reject that I am because my emotions are too tumultuous when I’m close to her, and I keep accidentally slamming doors and making the lights flicker.
After being threatened with sage, a priest, and the bloody Ghostbusters I gave up trying to interrupt the madness unfolding in my sitting room.
A small growl escapes my chest as Gabbi snaps some more provocative pictures of my girl in a strappy little dress that has had my cock painfully hard since she pranced out of the washroom flaunting her copious assets.
I was wrong about Gabbi too. We’re no longer cool.
I sigh miserably and cautiously float closer to Trissa, rubbing the ache in my chest. If Gabbi would just leave I could touch Trissa and speak with her, face to face.
Come clean about everything and beg forgiveness…
or something, anything would be better than this—having to watch her create some elaborate plan to find someone else to be with.
A pang of loss rocks through me and my shoulders slump.
If she really wants someone else—fine. I won’t stop her…
It’s just… at the very least I want the chance to speak with her and try to fix… whatever this is between us.
Although, I don’t know how I plan to do that when I’m not sure exactly what I did to turn her off so completely.
I’m floating closer now, about an arms-length from Trissa, and my emotions surge so powerfully that it makes me pause for a moment to let the disorientation of it pass.
Frustration flames hot through my veins and figurative embers of irritation and helplessness fill my ears with popping and crackling noises, which only distress me further.
“That’s perfect, Triss. I think we got what we need.
I’m gonna run to the bathroom and then we’re ready to upload everything and get you live!
Be back in a few.” Gabbi tosses the phone down on the sofa and rushes off down the hall.
My heartbeat kicks up as I race to close the distance between Trissa and I, taking full advantage of this minute alone.
I position myself directly in front of her and take a steadying breath before reaching out and grabbing a hold.
I snake one hand around the back of her neck and fist her hair, pulling on it gently to tilt her head back while I lift my free hand to notch a finger beneath her chin, holding her in place.
I groan against the onslaught of emotion as I materialize, watching Trissa’s face as she takes in the situation.
Surprise, and then excitement color her beautiful features and my eyes drop to her mouth as her lips part and her tongue darts out to slide lasciviously over her full bottom lip.
I want to chase that tongue and capture it with my own—to taste her and drink in her essence.
I lean in reflexively, stopping myself as our lips are only a hair’s breadth away.
I can feel the warmth of her breath on my lips, and the hair on my arms stands at attention, as if responding to the electric current of sexual tension permeating the air around us.
“Trissa… please. Get rid of her. I—I need you. I need to talk to you… can you do that for me, love? Please?” My voice is an urgent plea that I hardly recognize as it rumbles out over her lips, gritty with desire and pent-up frustration.
Trissa hums and I can feel the vibration of it against my lips.
In that instant my rubber band snaps and I feel a choked growl in my throat as I close that small distance and capture her mouth in a searing kiss.
She tastes so fucking sweet. Trissa moans and leans into me, kissing me back with a passion that overwhelms me.
My hand holding her chin drops to her waist and I reach around to cup her luscious ass, quickly grabbing a handful of it and pulling her to me.
My fist tightens in her hair and I grind my throbbing cock against her stomach, desperate to keep her in place.
Trissa’s chest is rising and falling rapidly against my own, and the needy little noises she’s making are pushing me further into insanity.
I need her. She’s mine. I grip her ass tighter, sure she’ll probably bruise later, but the thought of marking her—claiming her—only makes me grunt with a sick satisfaction. Good.
One of Trissa’s hands fists my hair and she pulls hard as I groan at the exquisite mixture of pleasure and pain.
She slides her free hand under my shirt and glides it over the bare skin of my stomach before snaking it down toward the buttons on my pants.
She makes quick work of them, deftly freeing my aching cock.
The cool air hits me as her warm fingers wrap around the base of my shaft and squeeze.
The breath shutters out of my chest and I choke.
Fucking Christ! A low guttural sound rips from my throat and I lift her quickly, darting us across the room and slamming Trissa against the wall, careful not to actually hurt her.
My tongue dances with hers in a kiss so intense I’m not sure if I’m breathing room air or just borrowing it from her lungs.
The idea of infiltrating her so completely, of being the air she breathes, sends me into a frenzy.
I lift her legs and wrap them around my waist, pushing her harder against the wall to pin her in place as I break away from her mouth long enough to look at her, at what I’m doing to her.
Her strappy dress reminds me of her plans to try to find someone else and my lip curls as I meet her glassy blue eyes.
Her throat works and she swallows, her breasts jiggling with each ragged breath she draws.
I slide my palm along her thick thigh and follow it to the lacy string design she’s wearing as panties, hooking a finger around it and ripping it in one quick, forceful jerk.
Her heavy-lidded eyes widen, and her kiss swollen mouth drops open as she pants.
I push her dress further up her thighs and dig my fingers into her hip, relishing the dimples it makes in her flesh.
I want to rip this fucking dress off her gorgeous body and burn it.
She doesn’t need it to find men to fuck, not when she’s got a ghost to possess her—mind, body, and soul.
Some of my earlier frustration burns through me and my free hand reaches up to wrap around her throat.
Our eyes lock and Trissa moans as I lean in, capturing her mouth with mine again.
She arches her back, confining the length of my pulsating shaft between the soaking wet lips of her cunt.
My eyes squeeze shut, overwhelmed with the ecstasy of sensation and I roll my hips against her wet heat, covering my cock in her juices.
Trissa gasps and squirms, desperate for the friction of my solid shaft against her clit.
I rock my hips faster, pressing into her harder, watching as she uses me for her pleasure.
I’m shaking with the effort not to shift and sink into her delicious heat, to claim her and pound into her until she forgets that other men even exist. My hand tightens on her throat quickly before I break our kiss and still my hips.
Trissa whines pathetically and breathes out a desperate, “Please. Please, Cian, please! Don’t s-stop.” Her eyes are wild and she arches her back while her hands tug at my shirt. I can hardly think over the rushing of blood being diverted to my throbbing erection.
“You’re mine, Trissa Wilde.” I stare at her with all the intensity of my overwhelming emotions.
She nods her head frantically, pulling at my shirt harder now. I release her throat and grab her hands in one of mine to pin them tightly over her head. Trissa gasps and her eyes darken, she nods in encouragement and rolls her hips.
“Say it. If you want my cock, say it.”
“Yes, please! Yours,” her eyes are pleading and she whines in frustration when I don’t move.
“Not good enough,” I say as she opens her mouth to speak and I shake my head.
“And don’t you dare say it if you don’t mean it, because I promise you, Trissa…
once you say it, there’s no going back.” I have no control over the words spilling out of my mouth.
I’ve never spoken to a woman like this before, never acted like this with a woman before…
it’s a compulsion both thrilling and slightly terrifying.
Her lust drunk eyes hold my gaze as she rasps out, “I’m yours, Cian. Please, please… I’m yours. Take me.” Warmth fills my chest and my body is racked with shivers of pleasure that quickly turn into unyielding concupiscence.
An electric pulse courses through my body and I slam my lips down on hers, my heartbeat a pounding in my ears that drowns out everything else.
I notch my cock against her entrance, still slick with her juices and my own steadily beading pre-cum.
My tongue invades her mouth, stealing her breath and replacing it with my own as I push forward, desperate to be inside of her—connected to her.
Fucking hell. She feels impossibly good.
I groan as the tip of my cock slides into her perfect heat and she clenches around me.
There’s a tightness in my chest from lack of air, and my head is spinning, but I don’t care.
Trissa squirms uselessly and gasps around my lips, “Please, I need you. Now!”