This isn’t right.
He belongs inside of me.
With one powerful, unforgiving stroke, he begins to relentlessly thrust into me, swallowing my cries of pleasure that teeters on the precipice of pain. His hand circles the back of my head while his other lifts my leg up until my knee is hooked over his elbow. The angle tips my hips up, allowing him to drive deeper into me, and his weight presses into my pelvis so his cock rubs my g-spot before hitting the wall of my cervix. When hereaches the deepest part of me, he grinds his pubic bone against my swollen clit, and through tear-streaked eyes, I see stars.
In that moment, I surrender to him in every way I know how, holding him to me and silently begging him not to let me go.
Stay.
Please stay.
Don’t leave me.
I don’t want to be alone.
My eyelids are heavy when I try to open them, watching his face as he loses himself in me. The furrow in his sweaty brow, the flex of his jaw as he clenches his teeth from the effort of altering my universe. His pace quickens and his grunts deepen into moans, but every fiber in my being demands I keep holding on as he drives me further into ecstasy.
His hips stutter once—twice—and then I feel the rush of his hot cum flood my pussy as he cries out into the pillow beside me, desperate to reach the deepest parts of me while he still can. The pulsing of his cock as he empties himself triggers my own orgasm, and my pussy flutters weakly, too stretched around his girth to clench any tighter. I hold the back of his head with one hand and wrap my other around his shoulders, locking my legs around his waist. I can feel our cum begin to seep around his cock, but he still doesn’t pull out.
I don’t care.
I don’t want him to pull out.
His eyes are glazed when he finally looks up with a satisfied smile, but not for long. Sleep is pulling us under quickly. When he rolls to the side, bringing me with him so we’re face to face, I feel a foreign tugging at my pelvis, but can’t be bothered to open my eyes when his arms wrap around me.
“What’s that,” I murmur.
“’S a knot,” he slurs, and then the world goes blank.
My head is pounding when I wake up to rays of sunshine stabbing me in the eye like God’s flashlight, reflecting off the blanket of white, pristine snow that fell overnight. As I finally regain consciousness, I turn over to see a full glass of water on the desk next to my bed and roll over to reach for it, only to wince at the soreness between my legs. It takes a moment to sift through my fragmented memories of last night—of Brynne and I doing shots every time someone announced they passed their finals. Of Evie and I playing beer pong against Brynne and Tori except every time we’d sink a ball, Tori would just wield the beer out of the cup, claiming it didn’t count.
Of Killian laughing next to me. Throwing me over his shoulder.
Kissing me.
Pushing into me.
And then nothing.
Oh no.
I sit up suddenly, but I already know he’s not here.
My room is empty.
My sheets are cold.
And I’m all alone.
26
ROTH
A line of luxurious vehicles spilling from beneath the porte-cochère signals the party is well underway. Snow-dusted gravel crunches beneath our feet as we walk up the driveway, stirring up the souls whose bloody secrets have drenched the desecrated ground of my family’s estate. Our footsteps echo on the limestone pavers when we reach the massive wooden doors, like a clock counting down to our demise.
“You ready?” Killian asks from my left, popping the collar of his dark navy wool coat as the chill worsens, like the manor itself is warning us away. Thane is to my right, Luther at our backs. Soldiers, following their leader into battle. I inhale deeply, fortifying my mind and burying every single emotion that threatens to explode at the thought of what we’re about to endure tonight. I’d managed to delay our arrival after final exams with an excuse that we wanted to celebrate the end of term at the family townhouse in New York—which is only marginally less grating that being at the manor, given the staff report to my parents.
But alas, attending the Kovacs Saturnalia dinner is non-negotiable. Not this time.
