“Feck.” Cillian slapped his hands on the island so hard I jumped at the crack. “I don’t know what to do. That’s a fair point ye have, but I’ll be fecked if I got a good answer.”
“You don’t know?” My gut sank.
Cillian shook his head and glanced away. His shoulders slumped, and it was so unlike him the sight made my stomach ache. “I like ye. Let me lay it out. The people that we’re with, the fellas and I, the ones we work for, won’t be pleased with police involvement. We have to be a wee bit clever. Ye have to use that brain of yers and we need to figure out another way.”
“People are worried about me.” I crept my fingers across the island top until they brushed his, and he snatched my hand up, almost like it had been a trap to lure me in. “My mom knows I’m alive, but other people are concerned.”
He lifted my wrist to his lips and breathed against my skin.
“I wanted to... I didn’t want to do the wrong thing,” I said, feeling small and lost. “I didn’t listen to anyone before, so instead of just deciding and doing stuff on my own, I wanted to ask you what you thought. And now you don’t know.” Frustration built in me and I tugged my hand free.
“Vail—”
“No. If I don’t talk to the police,” I said, blurting out what had just popped into my head, “how am I going to teach my classes?”
He rolled his eyes and hurt smashed through me. “Oh, ye’re not doing that.”
“What do you mean? Yes, I am!”
“No, that’s too bloody dangerous. Ye’re gonna stay here.” He tugged on my blanket, roughly adjusting it more firmly around my shoulders. “Right here, where ye’re safe.”
“What? Just stay here forever? And do what?”
“Be alive?” Cillian wrapped his arms around me and smirked. “Make a career of blowing me?”
My face flushed, and while I loved doing that for him, right now it sort of pissed me off that he would go there.
“I’ll keep ye busy.” He jostled me like he wanted me to smile, and I saw red. Sometimes with my ADHD and the way it made me distractible, people treated me like a fucking child. Sometimes I didn’t see it happening, but it was obvious he didn’t think too much of me if sucking him off was his answer to the rest of my life.
Struggling, I tried to stand up, but he held me close and molded his lips over mine. The heat of his mouth was pure bliss and part of me wanted to allow him to soothe my anger that way, but I pushed at him. His teeth sank into my bottom lip just enough to have my breath catching at the bright burst of pain.
He hooked his fingers around my blanket and dragged it off me. I wasn’t prepared when he grabbed my shoulders and spun me around to face the island. The edge of the wood dug in against my stomach, knocking the wind out of me as he pushed me forward.
“Ye’re mine now,” he growled into my ear, his warm, muscled front plastered to my back. I whimpered as he yanked down my boxers and they pooled on the floor around my ankles. I jabbed my elbow backward, and he slapped my ass hard enough to steal my breath. “I protect what’s mine, Vail. Do ye get that?” He grabbed the nape of my neck and slammed my face down on the wood. It hurt, but not so much I thought I was injured.
“I’m not going to allow ye to kill yerself. Look how feckin’ beautiful ye are. I could weep over it, if I were that kind of bloke. Yer arse is perfect for my teeth to sink into, yer thighs are round and solid and just soft enough that they feel good around my waist.” He cupped my dick from behind, and I moaned. I was hard and didn’t necessarily want to be, but pleasure thrummed in my veins. “And this? It’s mine, too. Ye’re all mine, and I’m not about to allow ye to be aneejitand lose me something so feckin’ perfect. Feck that.”
He leaned up and shoved his fingers into my mouth, and I nipped at them. He let out a feral warning sound that had the hair on the back of my arms standing on end.
“Suck.”
Angry or not, I moaned because using my mouth on him, however he asked for it, was fast becoming one of my favorite things in the world. I did as he ordered, and he groaned out a “yes” and pressed his hips to my ass. His dick firmed up as he rocked against me. With him clothed and me naked, I felt owned by him. He pulled his fingers from my mouth, and I closed my eyes, bracing for the pain to come, but he was gentle as he worked my asshole open. The spit wasn’t enough for him to fuck me, but it let him get inside my body, and my breath caught.
“Cillian,” I cried out. My cheeks heated with embarrassment because I’d meant to sound angry—fucking furious—and instead his name was a needy plea.
“Ye’re mine. Ye want me to let ye go off and die, but I just got ye,” he said harshly. “I’m going to show ye exactly where ye belong.” He dragged his fingers out of my ass, and I was worried, but he let out a harsh breath and stepped back. A cupboard door opened and closed behind me. There was a curse, then something that felt a hell of a lot like lube was rubbed around my hole. I held my breath as my dick throbbed while he eased his slick fingers into me. I clenched my hole around the intrusion.
“What—”
“Coconut oil,” he said, but he let out a little laugh.
Then there was no more talking. He yanked out his fingers and was quick to nudge his thick cockhead against my hole and push in. The slide of him splitting my body open overwhelmed me and I knocked my forehead against the island. He kept pushing until his groin was tight to my asscheeks.
“This is all you want me for?” I asked, not sure if I was more hurt or livid.
He pressed his lips tenderly to my shoulder and shook his head, but he pistoned his hips hard. He fucked me like a champion and pleasure coiled fast and furious in my gut. I didn’t feel better, per se, but tears gathered in my eyes at the simple relief of something other than guilt and grief. I let out a sob as he grasped my hips hard enough to leave bruises and tilted my ass higher in the air. The lewd slapping of his body against mine filled the kitchen. He hammered my prostate and tingles raced along my shaft to dance on my cockhead. I gasped and scrabbled at the wood of the island top, wanting to jerk off but knowing he probably wasn’t in the mood to let it happen.
“Say it. Say ye’re going to stay safe and use yer goddamned head for something other than theories,” he demanded.
