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 myentrance 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.
Chapter 36
Killian
The next two weeks go by in a blur. If it wasn’t for the tension of everyone being on guard, I would consider them perfect. I spend the morning with Sam and Rona, having breakfast, swimming, coloring. Bloody coloring. If my men saw me, I’d never hear the end of it. And falling hard for both of them.
Rona’s tiny fingers wrapped around mine when she wants to show me something, her giggles, her hugs, her silly dances… she’s the most enchanting creature I’ve ever spent time with. Besides her mam, of course. I catch myself wondering what my own daughter would’ve been like at this age. It hurts. But I realize it’s more of a sweet ache, not a knife to the gut. Spending time with Rona is somehow healing that gaping wound.
Then Sam puts Rona down for a nap and trains the dancers while I work and have meetings.
We eat an early dinner, and she bathes and tucks Rona in for the night. Once the lass falls asleep, Sam joins me on the floor.
I love having Sam by my side. When she’s not there, I feel an emptiness, like a piece is missing from my soul, which is probably not healthy, but who gives a fuck. No one expects a healthy mobster. I’ve also learned how much of a fighter Sam is. I mean, we’re both fighters, but where I use my fists, herweapons are brains, grit and empathy. Everything about her just knocks the wind outa me.
After the club closes, we find a private space to try and satiate the appetite we have for each other. Unfortunately, each time I’m buried inside her only makes me more addicted. No matter what happens, I will always remember this as one of the best two weeks of my life.
And the club is doing well. Tonight is Friday, so my captain will take us out to sea to open the legal gambling deck.
I walk up behind Sam as she clutches the railing, watching the sun sink into the horizon. I shoot a deadly look at two men eyeing her ass.
Not on the menu, boys.
