Chapter 27 #2
“You stay with me.” His palm cracked against my ass. The sting rippled through me, and I let it take over me, soothe me, and release me from my thoughts.
“You’re not leaving.”
He slapped my other ass cheek.
“Not without me by your side.”
Slap. I moaned around the heating ache.
“Protecting you.”
Slap. He switched cheeks again, and I rocked into the touch, my pussy tingling and desperate again. Why did I love this so much?
“Holding you.”
His palm cracked against my butt, and my juices trickled down my thighs.
“Fucking you.”
He kneaded my cheeks, soothing the burn, and rubbed his still rock-hard erection against my slit from behind in tantalizing strokes that electrified my insides.
“Is this what you want, sweetheart? I’ll give it all to you. I’ll be the devil to your angel, forever. You’re stuck with me.”
“Oui,” I whimpered, my voice cracking. “God, yes.”
“Good answer.”
With his hand wrapped around my throat, he pulled my back to his chest and impaled me in one single thrust. My breath locked in my lungs, unable to escape, unable to take any more in.
I was so full, and he was so deep, it felt like I’d never dislodge him.
I wasn’t sure I ever wanted to. His fingers squeezed, and his teeth nibbled on my earlobe, making one thing clear.
I was at his mercy, and that frightened me because this wasn’t at all what I had planned when I stormed into the basement of his gym, and only now was I realizing how easily he’d gotten me to forget my purpose, again.
“Just…” The word splintered out of me, hoarse and scratchy. “Just tell me why. Why me?”
“Why?” he snarled, hot and heavy in my ear, the sound like the crash of a whip. “You really want to know why?”
Desperately, but I couldn’t admit that. Not when this all sounded like he was playing to my fantasies. I was the woman who always got left behind. The woman who was never good enough, no matter how hard I tried. The woman who forced herself into her husband’s life just to get him to pay attention.
His punishing grip on my hip renewed. Slowly, he pulled his cock out to the tip, and I regretted the question if it meant this stopped. Then he rammed himself back inside me to the hilt.
“You. Make. Me. Feel.” He punctuated each word with a hard thrust of his hips.
He didn’t say more. His cock said it for him—in and out, it split me open, thrust after thrust. He took me at a frantic pace I’d never experienced before.
Hard. Demanding. Punishing. Each time he buried himself inside me, I gasped.
The pressure built and built. The twinge of pain rocketed the pleasure higher.
His balls slapped against my clit, and each buck of him against me rammed me closer to that peak, his piercing homing in on my g-spot in the best possible way.
Ragged cries tore out of me. Heat shot through me.
His belt scratched against the tile. That grating sound merged with the obscene squelches of our arousals as he pounded into me like a man possessed.
“Look at that cunt. Sucking me in. Who owns this pussy?”
“You do,” I babbled, lost to this, to us, to how deep he was going, how his piercing rubbed the best spots, and how fierce the sharp build toward the edge was.
His dark, hoarse chuckle in my ear sent me higher. “That’s right. Mine. Say my name.”
“Cillian.” His name burst from me in a desperate cry as I felt him swell inside me.
With a rasped growl that seemed to darken the lights above, his cock pulsed, and liquid warmth flooded my inner walls.
It rammed me over the crest, and I jerked up amid my spasms around his cock to stay afloat.
His grip around my throat shoved me back down as he turned my head and swallowed my cries with his lips.
The world dimmed, mute and vacuumed out of existence under the sound of our heaving bodies. There was nothing but us.
Sweat coated our skin. My back slid up and down his front. My pulse throbbed against his fingers, our labored breaths heaving as one. I’d never felt more connected to someone before, so full, so warm, so safe, and I wanted to cuddle into it. His cock twitched, still inside me.
“You look so perfect like this. Exactly where you belong. Under me.”
His voice pitched with a possessiveness that both swept me away and burned me to ashes.
He kissed my nose, my cheeks, my chin with a tenderness that nearly broke my heart, because his words were pretty little lies that I hoarded, despite knowing they would grow teeth and eat up my fragile, beating organ once the sex haze vanished.
I snapped my head away. This wasn’t real.
We weren’t real. He was a callous man who abandoned his wife without a care.
A man like that couldn’t ever love someone like me, not long-term.
Maybe no one could. Maybe that was why every ounce of hard-earned affection I’d ever received slipped through my fingers the moment I took my eyes off the prize.
He turned my face back to his over my shoulder.
“Oi, where did you go?”
He thumbed my lower lip, forcing me to release it from the bite of my teeth.
My gaze bounced around his face, the lockers behind him, the bench to our left…anywhere but his eyes.
I was just here to make him realize my worth and tally up the orgasms owed to me before convincing him to sign the divorce papers, one way or another. But when he looked at me like that, like I was the missing atom to complete his molecule, I wasn’t sure I believed that anymore. Or that I ever had.
It was one thing to be left at that altar when he’d been nothing more than a signature and a fantasy of what I could have had, but now he was real and tangible, as were the feelings he spurred inside me.
“We should go.”
I went to get up, but his arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me back down. A twinge of soreness stung between my legs where I remained impaled on his half-hard erection.
“Someone could come in.”
“They won’t. Relax. You’re fine.” He nipped my ear, the smell of him dizzying, and cinched his arm tighter. “It’s the drop of adrenaline, innit?”
“What?”
“Happens after your first kill, but you handled it like a pro.”
Wow, he completely missed the mark. “That was not my first kill, and it certainly won’t be my last.”
He groaned. “Fuck, that’s hot as hell, sweetheart. Tell me more.”
As if to confirm his words, his cock pulsed inside me.
“You seem to forget what I do for a living. Screw me over, and it’ll be the last thing you ever do.”
“Your threat’s music to my ears.” His hips rocked up into me.
“Stop that.” I wiggled in an effort to sever this connection and get off him, but his strength kept me locked in place.
“Keep at it, and we’ll go another round.”
“You would like that, wouldn’t you? Just so you can toss me out again once you’re done with me.”
He nosed the edge of my jawline as he wedged me deeper into his lap.
“No, never again. I meant it. You’re never getting away from me again. Every minute you have left is mine, and I’ll own everything you are before the end. Even then, I won’t be letting you go. You’re stuck with me, even if I have to cuff you to me. There’ll be no escaping. Ever.”
Shivers zapped down my spine, but I refused to show him how much those words affected me. I had to hold strong. Words meant nothing if not backed up by actions.
A door banged against a wall in the distance. Muffled voices clashed against the seclusion of our clandestine tryst. This time, when I jerked, Cillian let me go. He slipped out of me, and immediately my pussy clenched around the void he left behind, the hussy.
We redressed in tense silence, or at least tense for me. He looked completely at ease, back to wearing the most stoic expression the world ever knew as he retrieved his shirt and buttoned his pants.
I adjusted my skirt over my bare vagina since Cillian pocketed my panties.
That didn’t bother me. I’d attended enough galas going commando in skintight dresses that it was practically second nature.
However, the front of my top was in shreds with a shoulder strap dangling at the seams, forcing me to wear it backward to hide my breasts.
Plus there were wrinkles in my skirt, and my hair was a bird’s nest of tangles.
I raked my fingers through my hair and shook it out.
I blew out a shaky breath and cringed at the sight in the mirror.
I looked like a walking disaster, so far from perfection I might as well have rolled in dirt.