She cried out, writhing beneath me, her fingers locking into mine. “Choke me,” she whispered.
I didn’t think twice before granting her wish, my hips pounding her gently. Her eyes bore into mine, manicured nails raking my back in response to the pleasure jolting through her.
“Harder,” she said, her gaze unwavering.
I plunged deeper into her pussy, each stroke harder than the last as I gradually quickened my pace. A series of soft purrs fell from her mouth as she looked me in the eye.
Something swelled inside me as I took her innocence, something I had yet to name. Her surrender melted my stone-cold heart, each thrust easing my stress. The longer we tangled in bed, the more it dawned on me that we’d crossed a line we shouldn’t have.
This woman hadn’t only submitted to me; she’d completely placed herself in my hands. The weight of that trustwas heavier than I thought, and it bound us together in ways I never intended.
It didn’t seem like I was fucking her. It seemed deeper than that—as though we were fusing together.
When my primal growl signaled my arrival, she locked her legs around my waist, trapping me on top of her. She never broke eye contact, and that made my release hit even harder.
My legs trembled, and my heart swelled with a strange feeling. I pushed deeper inside her, then exploded, filling her up with my essence. She moaned, holding me tightly as she accepted every drop.
Once my sac was empty, I collapsed beside her, my chest heaving as I faced the ceiling. The silence in the room stretched on for minutes, the air filled with tension and the scent of her arousal.
Although neither of us said a word, I was almost certain she felt the same connection I did.
Quietly, she pulled the sheets over her chest and got out of bed. I watched her slip back into her panties and oversized shirt before walking away. She didn’t even glance in my direction. She just headed out and closed the door behind her.
Reality must’ve dawned on her, and she might be regretting her actions. This was obviously a mistake, one she couldn’t erase.
She had an itch. I scratched it.
No big deal.
At least that was what I told myself.
However, throughout the remaining hours of that day, all I did was think about her. In my study, I could barely focus on work because my mind kept replaying the unexpected event.
Sleeping with her was a mistake. It felt good—really good. But it was a mistake. And a costly one at that. Being attracted to her was one thing; acting on that attraction was another.
Now I couldn’t get her out of my head, and the images of her pleasured face kept me distracted. This was a problem I needed to handle immediately.
But how?
What the fuck am I gonna do about this?
Chapter 13 — Kiera
I stood naked under the shower, my heart racing as the water washed over my body. Guilt and shame gnawed at me, reminding me of the mistake I’d made two days ago. I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about Nial and how he possessed every inch of my body.
My fingers combed through my wet hair, the water warm on my face as I recalled the incident. The sounds of my own moans still echoed in my head, and when I closed my eyes, all I saw was him. Nial.
I could almost feel his strong hands around me, his tough skin against mine. My nipples hardened when the images of him going down on me flashed in my mind. I trembled at the memory that occupied my thoughts.
His touch was gentle, a stark contrast to his ruthless personality. It was as though something frozen had thawed inside him when he realized that he was about to be my first. He kissed more tenderly, caressed my body in a way that was almost reverent.
If I didn’t know better, I’d have thought he actually adored me. The man paid attention to my needs—he listened to my body and did exactly what I wanted. He knew what I desired even before I mentioned it.
Nial didn’t make it all about him. Instead, he focused on pleasing me as if he were on a mission to leave a mark on my soul. He didn’t rush things, didn’t mistreat me or make me feel like a whore.
For a cruel monster, he sure knew how to make a woman feel worshipped. When he claimed me, he did that carefully, guiding rather than taking. Every cell in my body came alive at his touch, and my eyes opened to the pleasure I’d been missing out on.
In that intimate moment, the monster was nowhere to be found. The same beast that had killed four armed men with his bare hands handled me with a strange kind of gentleness.
