“Nothing happened,” she said to me. “And you just said that you hated me, so?—”
I moved one hand to her face, then brushed a trail of wet tears from that cheek. “I do hate you so fucking much, but we could’ve lost our daughter.”
“Ciara was fine,” she said once more.
My hand moved over her quivering lips, and I closed my eyes as the many nights I had planted mine over these same ones came rushing back. I’d loved this girl to distraction, and once she was gone, I’d agonized about every inch of her body that I’d saved to memory because I had known a day like that fateful one would’ve come. I’d just never believed it would’ve been so soon.
My thumb brushed back and forth until a soft moan escaped, which brought me back to the present. My eyes opened just as my hand dropped back to her neck. Her wide eyes reopened too, and I stared down into them.
“He had his men there. They were watching you both.”
“W-who?” she stammered.
“My grandfather,” I replied. Her frightful gaze turned to stark terror, but from my words and not the tightish grasp I had on her. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out.
“Leon being there was the only thing that had saved our daughter.”
I tore my hand from her throat, then stepped back. If I held her any longer, I might snap her fucking neck in two. My hands balled up into tight fists at my sides, and I suddenly slammed one against the dresser, making her flinch. Pain exploded fromthe knuckles, but it wouldn’t be the first time I had bloodied them over this woman, but it would be the last.
“While I don’t give a damn what he does to you, I’ll not allow anyone to hurt my daughter. If you leave this fucking place again, I’ll have you tossed into a cell to languish forever.”
“You can’t mean that. I won’t be a prisoner in?—”
After closing the distance between us again, this time, I lowered my mouth to hers. “You’ll do what I say, or else you won’t live long enough to regret it, Anamchara.”
As her tongue darted out to moisten her lips, the smallest touch of it against me made me groan. Seconds later, I fused my lips completely against hers. As soon as I covered her mouth with mine, I thrust my tongue inside.
I hadn’t meant to kiss her at all, but now that I had started, I needed this. Not so I could take some trip down memory lane, but to remind myself that I did once love this woman. And love, it was such a random term for what it was I had truly felt at the time. Obsessed would be a better one. Addicted, even. I’d never wanted anything more in this life than I had wanted her. No matter what consequences I had faced, I would’ve gladly taken them again and again for just another taste.
And I wasn’t the only one. As I probed the roof of her mouth with my tongue, she slid hers alongside mine. Soon, she was clinging to me as I ravaged her mouth and kissing me back with the same fervor. Our emotions might’ve been taken over by hate and betrayal, but deep down, there was still a shred of something altogether different between us. And, it was something that neither of us could resist.
As I continued to kiss her, one hand slid over her hip and down her thigh before I hiked her leg up against me. She moved as naturally as she ever had before, and all I could remember were the many times I had taken her. At night, when all alone under nothing but a blanket of stars, I’d fucked her in nearlyevery place on that campus. I’d also taken her in every place as well.
Her mouth was always so warm and wet, as was her pussy. And tight, too. Her ass...Fuck! My cock hardened as I thought about slamming into her while she clutched the edge of the pier. That first time, the moon had seemingly followed us, and as she lay beneath me with that luscious ass of hers up high in the air, I’d slammed into it, making her launch forward with every hard thrust. She had clung to that wooden edge to hold herself in place, which allowed me to take her just the way I had needed to. The way she had needed me to.
My cock was throbbing now as she steadily rubbed herself against me. I could feel a thin layer of perspiration starting to coat my own skin as I continued to kiss her. Her moans were now getting louder, and each whimper sent fire racing up my cock. I needed to be inside of her, and soon.
I dropped her leg, then swept her up in my arms. Our mouths separated for the briefest of seconds until I slammed mine back over hers as I carried her to the bed. Once there, I lowered Reagan down to the mattress, following her without breaking off the kiss. She was now completely under me, and it would be so easy to slide my hand between her legs. She would be wet. I knew that much.
As I rose off her, I reached down, but before I could do exactly what I had intended, I looked at her pale flesh, which was flushed, and as my gaze reached hers, those blue eyes that had haunted and tormented me turned toward me.
The phone call with the pictures, and the very ways my grandfather had tortured me with them over the years came rushing back, and the pain was just as crushing now as it had been at the time. And the longer I stared down at her, I was viciously reminded that it had all been for nothing.
“I hate everything about you so goddamned much,” I confessed.
“Cillian,” she whispered.
“I hate how damned stupid I’d been for you back at school, and how foolish I still am. I shouldn’t have your treacherous lips plastered against mine and your taste on my tongue. I should have your corpse in front of me with your blood on my lips instead.”
“You don’t mean that.”
I smirked ferally at her. “If Ciara didn’t love you so much, I’d turn you over to my grandfather myself and let him have his men cut any piece of you off that they wanted. You’d be his problem and not mine.”
“Get out!” she said to me as she scrambled upward.
“Putmydaughter in harm’s way again, and I will makeyousuffer, and worse than you’ve ever mademesuffer.”
“Get out!”she said again, this time a bit more forcefully. “And make no mistake about me. You haven’t even begun to suffer for all that you’ve taken fromme.”
