“They could be here any moment.” There was a warning to his tone, but a begrudging one, and she couldn't help but chuckle.
“Let them come. If they’re going to invade our home in the middle of the night, then they get to see what happens in the dark.” Slow, steady pleasure built inside her with every roll of her hips. “Besides, it will help to sell our story.”
“I suppose you’re right.”
No sooner had the words left his mouth than the alarm on his phone signaled, letting them know the house had been breached.
“They’re here.”
“I know.” Though her heart was pounding so hard she was certain the SWAT team currently sneaking through their house would be able to hear every beat, she kept her movements slow. Easy. “As I said. Let them come.”
“Aria…” His voice was thick with emotion as his grip on her tightened. “It’s not too late to change your mind. You could let them take you, tell them the truth of what happened. I wouldn’t hold it against you.”
“So you’ve said.” Multiple times, ever since she’d laid out her plan. “And as I’ve said, I’m with you.”
The door behind them flew open and it took everything she had in her not to let loose the scream clawing at her throat. Instead, she looked over her shoulder, raising one haughty brow in a look befitting any queen. Thank you, Reagan. “Do you mind?”
“Aria?”
Fuck. She recognized that voice. Sergeant Duncan Murray, one of her uncles’ closest friends.
“Hi, Dunkie,” she replied cheerfully, deliberately using her childhood nickname for him. “If you could give me just a few minutes, we’ll be done here soon.”
“Give me some credit, princess.” Killian’s chuckle was full of wicked promise. “It’s going to take a bit longer than that.”
“Mmm, I hope so.”
Terror dug thick talons into her chest as she deliberately turned her head away from the men at her bedroom door to focus on the man beneath her. Even in the moonlight, she could see the pride shining in his emerald eyes, and it gave her all the strength she needed to continue riding him.
“Goddammit.” Poor Sergeant Murray’s voice was rather strangled sounding. “You have five minutes. There are men every-fucking-where, so don’t go getting any crazy ideas about escape.”
“We wouldn’t dream of it, Sergeant.”
The door closed again and she let out a surprised squeak as her world spun and she found herself pinned beneath Killian.
“I’m going to fill you with my cum,” he growled as he thrust into her, shocking a cry from her as unexpected pleasure flooded her veins. “So when you’re in that police station, answering their questions, you’ll remember who you belong to. You’ll remember Daddy is always with you, even when we’re separated. You hear me, Aria?”
Arching up into him, she clung to him, her nails digging into his back as they moved together, frantic now. “Yes. Yes, Daddy, I hear you.”
Some primal, desperate need welled inside her. The need to be claimed, to be branded as his. With every movement, the pleasure built, until it burst from her on a scream, one she didn’t bother to smother in the slightest.
Let them hear her. If it embarrassed them, well, that was their own fucking fault, wasn’t it?
Killian’s growl of release mixed with her screams as he filled her, emptying himself deep inside her. When they were both sated, he brushed his lips over hers, surprisingly gentle and sweet in light of the ferocity of what they’d just shared.
“All right, princess. Time to put your plan to the test.”
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Aria
Ten. Fucking. Hours.
That was how long she’d been sitting in a room barely big enough for her to breathe in, waiting to talk to someone. Oh, they’d been in and out, offering her food and drink and taking her to the bathroom when she’d asked. But otherwise, they’d left her to sit and stew.
And stew, she had. Without her lawyer, despite asking for her several times. Which told her they didn’t give a fuck about building a case against Killian, but only about harassing them.
It was eye-opening, seeing the other, uglier side of the law. And she didn’t like what she saw one fucking bit.
