Chapter 35 #2
Still watching me, he clicks a few buttons and Tate McRae’s Greedy streams out of the speakers in the room.
“Mmm. Perfect,” I say, kicking off my flats.
Blowing out a breath, he removes his gun holster, lays it by the door and takes a seat in the middle of the C-cushion, spreads his knees and rests his fists on them. Then he bangs his head lightly against the wall and mutters something under his breath that I can’t hear over the music.
Amused, I release my hair from the wind-blown ponytail then reach down and pull my sundress over my head, leaving me in a nude lace bra and thong.
“Jaysus bleedin’ Christ,” Killian snarls. “Warn a guy, would ya.” He adjusts his hardening cock in his slacks as his eyes rake over my body.
A chuckle tickles my throat. God this feels good.
To be in control of something, to feel alive.
To feel safe in this small space with a man that is about to risk a mafia war for me and my daughter.
My need to show him exactly how much that means to me spurs me on.
I grip the pole and climb it, the movement relieving some of the anxiety constricting my lungs.
Wrapping my bare thighs around the cold metal, I roll my spine and hips, feeling the release in my muscles as I find the beat and then get lost in it, get lost in the sensuality of flesh and bone.
No one thinks about how much of a gift it is to be able to feel the sensations that only come from having a physical body.
The rush of adrenaline, the feel of your heartbeat in your chest, the electric current that spikes that heartbeat when you look into the eyes of a man who wants you more than his next breath.
The pleasure his touch brings when you finally give in. All of it is a gift.
It was one that was stolen from me. One I’m reclaiming.
Tightening my core, I hold a split midair, the effort burning in the most delicious way, and then inverting, I let my head fall so my hair is brushing the floor. I arch my back seductively. My gaze finds Killian, who’s holding himself still, except for his blazing eyes, which are eating up my body.
That look is like gasoline, igniting my sense of power and my own need pulsing at my core.
My grip loosens just enough to allow a controlled slide toward the floor. The pull to him is irresistible. Halfway down, I flip upright and let my body spiral around the pole. Then I raise my legs in a V, and point my toes, as I straddle the now warm metal, giving it a few rolls of my hips.
An audible groan escapes Killian’s throat. He laces his fingers and puts them behind his head like he’s fighting the urge to reach out and grab me.
I sink my teeth into my bottom lip as I lower myself to the floor in a split then roll my hips forward, my palms to the ground.
With our eyes locked, I pull my knees in and crawl to him, my breasts hanging heavy, just like I did during my audition.
Only this time, I’m not hiding behind a wig and mask.
I’m offering him the real me. To do whatever he wants with.
The thrill is a high sweeping all my fears and problems away for a blissful moment in time.
His hands are still locked behind his head as I grip his muscular thighs and slide between them, rubbing my body over his rock-hard erection and pressing my chest against his. His breathing is shallow, a dangerous glint in his eyes.
When I’m eye to eye with him, I whisper, “Hey, Killian…”
His voice cracks as he says, “Aye?”
I smile and whisper against his mouth. “Ruin me.”
And my next breath is stolen as his palms grab my face and his mouth slams down on mine with a feral growl.
I lose all sense of time, space and self as my world shrinks down to the way he’s devouring me, owning me, his tongue so deep and demanding, it’s less like a kiss and more like staking a claim.
He still has a hold of my face, tilting it for his pleasure as he bites and licks and sucks at my mouth, pulling breathy moans from my throat and dampening my panties.
When he finally releases my face, it’s to unhook my bra, his mouth still devouring mine. His warm palms land on my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my stiff nipples. A shot of fire shoots through my belly and my core contracts.
“You and these fuckin’ beautiful tits,” he moans. “They’ll be the death of me.” He squeezes and massages, pushing me to the edge with skilled hands and kisses.
I drop to my knees, squirming and squeezing my thighs together to try to get relief.
He pulls his mouth away from mine with a smirk. “Don’t you dare come, Vixen.” His chin tilts down and his eyes lock on my breasts in his hands. “So fuckin’ perfect.” He squeezes, pinching both nipples between his fingers sending a lightning bolt between my legs.
I whimper. With a glance at my face, he wraps his large hands around my ribcage and easily lifts me off the floor. “You’re too far away. Come here.”
I place a knee on each side of him, straddling his lap. Which puts my breasts right in his face.
“Much better,” he growls. Leaning forward, he brushes my hair over my shoulder and wraps his hot mouth around a nipple.
My head falls back as he licks and sucks and massages, giving equal attention to both breasts until I’m grinding against his steel cock beneath me, feeling the first contractions of an impending orgasm.
“Oh God, Killian,” I breathe, completely out of my mind with need. “Please…I need you.”
He pulls back, his eyes dropping to watch the way I’m shamelessly grinding my pussy into him. His nostrils flare and he leans his back against the wall, hands lightly resting on my hips. “Go ahead, love. Take what you want. Show me how you make yourself come on my cock.”
His command unleashes something wild in me. I rake my gaze over his face, down his chest. “Take your shirt off,” I breathe as I rock and grind my clit on him.
He obeys, unbuttoning and pulling it off without breaking my rhythm.
My mouth waters as I run my hands over the hard, inked swell of his chest and cut of his abs. His eyes flutter closed, and his cock twitches beneath me. His jaw clenches like he’s holding himself back.
I slide my fingertips beneath the belted waist of his slacks and grip it tight, using it to anchor myself so I can grind down harder. I know I’m soaking his pants, but I don’t care.
He reaches up and pushes two fingers into my mouth. I wrap my lips around them, and suck as they press down on my tongue, touching the back of my throat.
Killian groans. “Do you know how bleedin’ beautiful you look right now, pleasuring yourself on my cock.
A fuckin’ goddess.” He leans forward, brings his other hand up to gather my hair at the nape of my neck and holds my head still.
As he pumps his fingers in my mouth and his cock swells and twitches beneath me, I’m dangling on the edge.
Until he looks into my eyes and demands. “Come for me, Vixen.”
A scream lodges in my throat, behind his fingers, as my body obeys. My muscles lock, my core convulses, my mind is filled with a blinding white burst of pleasure as I come so hard, I almost black out.
And then Killian pulls his fingers from my mouth, slips them beneath my thong and shoves them into my pussy.
For a few blissful seconds I only hear the wet sounds of his fingers pumping inside me and our heavy breaths.
Suddenly, I cry out as another orgasm rips through me, my walls clenching around his fingers as he whispers dirty words of encouragement.
“That’s two, Vixen,” he growls, sliding his fingers out and grabbing fistfuls of my ass.
“I know you’ve got one more in ya.” He leans forward and takes my mouth again, his tongue exploring slower, his moan vibrating in my mouth.
Between kisses, he kneads my ass and then gives it a sharp slap. “I need to fuck ya now, yeah.”
My breath catches in my throat as he swings us around, laying me on my back. He tugs my thong off.
His eyes burn into mine and then he takes a slow perusal of my naked body beneath him. His jaw muscles ripple as he unzips his slacks. He’s watching every twitch of my face with those piercing eyes.
I can see the uncertainty. He’s thinking about what I endured with Michael and wants me to be sure.
I am.
So I reach between us and release his cock, palming it, feeling the pulsing heat, the impossible hardness. I stroke him, and swipe my thumb over the velvety head and steel bars. My eyes meet his. I nod.
He kisses the tip of my nose then reaches over in the drawer and grabs a condom, rips it open with his teeth and rolls it over his cock. He’s holding himself up with one arm. I grip his bulging bicep muscle and wrap my legs around his waist.
Leaning forward, he pulls my bottom lip into his mouth and sucks hard as he rubs his piercing over my clit. A jolt of pleasure zips up my spine. Then his head presses into my entrance and I gasp into his mouth. I can feel the metal bars even through the condom.
He rests his forehead against mine as I stretch around his head, pausing and breathing hard.
“The first time you danced for me, you wrecked me. You’re so fuckin’ perfect.
” He presses his hips forward, giving me a few more inches of his beautiful cock.
“I’ve never wanted anything as bad as I’ve wanted to be inside this tight little cunt since then. ”
His dirty mouth makes me clench around him, a gush of wetness soaking my thighs. He pulls his head back and smirks at me. “Oh, you like that, yeah.”
I’m too far gone for words. I can only stare and whimper as he presses and rocks his hips into me, pushing deeper, stretching me. He lowers his mouth to my ear, pulls the lobe into his hot mouth, sucking and biting, rolling his hips, his soft, deep voice holding me in a lust induced trance.
“You like it when I tell you how I’ve made myself come imagining being buried balls deep inside you, your beautiful legs wrapped around me, your pussy strangling me, soaking me, taking…
” he thrusts forward, his piercing adding a sensation of pressure that makes me see stars. “Everything.” Thrust. “I give you.”
He's breathing hard now as he drags his length out and slams it back inside me to the hilt.
“Oh-my-God-fuck-yes,” I whimper, digging my nails into his biceps and pressing my pelvis up to meet his. I already feel my walls fluttering around him as he reaches beneath me with one hand and tilts my ass up to change the angle so on the next thrust, his piercing hits my G-spot.
I can only whimper, breathe and writhe in pleasure to the background noise of music and flesh slapping against flesh.
His teeth graze my jaw, sucking and biting until he reaches my swollen lips. He’s alternating kissing my mouth and whispering the dirtiest things in my ear, while he drives into me, hard and deep, and I feel the pure power his body possesses.
“Killian I’m…” Before I can even finish the thought, the orgasm tears through me. Screaming his name, I come hard around his cock.
“Feck,” he growls, pumping deep inside me until I feel the swell of him and his body stiffens. A feral growl rips from his throat as he follows me over the cliff.
He holds me through the aftershocks, his face buried in my sweaty neck as our breathing returns to normal. Then he spends the next few minutes kissing me with a tenderness that cracks my heart open. This is so dangerous.
I check the monitor as we silently dress. Rona is still sleeping hard.
Before we exit the room, Killian holds my face, studying it like he’s memorizing it. Then he presses a kiss to my swollen mouth. When he pulls away he looks worried. “Promise me you won’t run, love.”
I blink and almost miss the agony in his eyes before he conceals it.
He’s opened up to me, let me in. A woman who’s being hunted by a monster.
And now he’s terrified of feeling loss again.
I almost feel bad. But now that I’ve tasted what being his feels like, I wouldn’t trade that experience for a lifetime of guarding my heart.
“I promise.”
I wish I had a crystal ball. Then I wouldn’t have made a promise I couldn’t keep.