No other woman ever gave me shit like Tierney did. No other woman ever defied me, fought me, dragged me out of my comfort zone. And no other woman ever would. I’d have to make peace with the fact my future wife, whoever she was, would bore me to death. And that every time I’d sink into her, I’d think of Tierney Callaghan. Until the day I died.
I raised my arm past her shoulder and pushed the door open. She collapsed backward, and I caught her by the waist before she fell, locking the door behind me simultaneously. She pressed her palms to my chest, gasping. “Nice instincts.”
“Probably should’ve thought of that the time you tried to kill me.”
“Can’t blame a girl for trying.” She hitched a shoulder up, pressing her back to the wall and arching her core against my ramrod-straight cock.
“How much is the dress?” I ran a finger along the velvet fabric between her tits.
“Eight thousand euros.” Her smile was like a loaded gun. “Why? Are you starting to regret our littl?—”
I bunched the material in my fist, ripping it from her body in one go. She gasped in shock as the flimsy thing fell at her feet. “On your knees.”
She complied. Not because she was submissive, but because she knew she held all the power whenever she and my cock were in the same room.
Tierney unzipped my charcoal slacks, laughing derisively when my cock sprang out like a jack-in-a-box, a pearl of precum glistening the slit. She grabbed the base and took me into her mouth, swirling her hot, sweet tongue around the crown, squeezing the tip into a slit to scoop my precum, teasing me mercilessly.
Was there anything this woman didn’t do mercilessly? I doubted it.
She palmed my balls—scraping them with her pointy fingernails, half-teasing, half-threatening, flattening her tongue against the underside of my cock and gliding it all the way down until she sucked my balls. I curled my fist, driving it to the wall with a low moan.
Of course she was good at sucking cock. Of fucking course. I was starting to see the error of my ways. Breaking up with her for trying to kill me was a disproportionate overreaction on my part.
I mean, was it really warranted? She only did it once. Everybody deserved a second chance.
If you give her another chance, she will kill you and probably use your skin to make herself a new Birkin.
That little stroll down memory lane doused the fire in my loins. Not enough to make my dick shrivel up in distaste—that would require some level of logic I didn’t possess when it came to this woman—but enough to piss me off.
“That’s enough,” I growled, angling her head down and pushing my entire length into her mouth, making her choke andgag on it so that everyone in the store knew what we were doing. “Now take it like the good girl you’ll never be.”
She grinned through the discomfort, her red-rimmed, emerald gaze clashing with mine defiantly. Even on her knees, she was a fighter.
She was always beautiful, but especially when she cried.
Tierney bobbed her head back and forth, sucking the living fuck out of my cock, and I knew I wouldn’t last more than a few seconds. More ammo for her to taunt me with, no doubt.
I still remembered the days when a single tear shed from her would send me tearing through the streets, rearranging faces and setting shit on fire.
A part of me missed those days. Caring about something, someone, definitely helped my psyche since my day job included killing people left and right.
Ramming my shaft past her stretched lips angrily while fucking her face, I felt the edge of her throat closing in, her gag reflex trying to pump me back out of her mouth.
I wondered if she knew what she looked like when she had sex. How lifeless her eyes became. How unmoved her expression was. No matter how hard I made her scream, no matter how good I fucked her through the mattress, an inherent hollowness lived in her features when we were together that reminded me we were screwing, not making love.
I only had twenty-four hours left before this trip came to an end and one more thing I wanted to do before we said goodbye.
I wanted to remind her of everything she’d lost and make her choke on much more than my dick—on regret. For everything that could’ve been if she wasn’t so goddamn cruel and stupid.
Because I wanted much more than her body. Always had.
I wanted every piece of her heart and every last crumb of her soul.
Chapter Twelve
Tierney
I had toomuch to drink.
