“Then why?”
His brows furrow in a dangerous expression. “Because I want to protect you. I was afraid to repeat that episode—to push you too far.” His jaw tics. I think he’s about to say more, but he just watches me with scary intent and so much desire that it silences my doubt.
Tears pool in my eyes. I want to ask why he sent me up to Killian if he wants to protect me, but I know it’s complicated, and the relief is greater than the need to understand how this all adds up. “So, you still want me?”
He slides a hand down to wrap it around my throat, forcing my head back. His eyes lock onto mine, demanding and direct. “Sweetheart, I’ve been rubbing myself off in the shower twice a day to control the urge I’m feeling around you.”
“You have?”
“Do I need to prove to you how much I want you?”
My tongue darts out to lick my lips. I want to say,yes please, but I can’t seem to form the words.
Ian understands anyway. “On your knees,” he orders.
Before I can react, he grabs my arms and guides me off the couch, onto my knees. Rising before me, he makes quick work of unbuckling his belt and freeing his already hardening cock. “Open,” he demands, holding it toward my mouth.
I eagerly obey, opening wide as he pushes inside. He doesn’t go easy or give me time to adjust; he simply grabs me by the hair and starts fucking my throat like he’s just served a ten-year prison sentence in celibacy.
He grunts with feral desire, gripping my hair harder as he picks up pace. I sputter and choke around him, but he keeps going, only pausing for seconds at a time to let me breathe.
“Swallow,” he demands on a low growl when his rhythm slows to abrupt jerks.
The order barely registers before cum shoots into my mouth, making me gag and gasp around him, struggling to swallow it all.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he rasps, taking a moment to recuperate before slowly pulling out.
Keeping his grip tight on my hair with one hand, he leans down and slaps my cheek. It’s not hard, but it makes me gasp.
“You think you’re too young for me—that I don’t want you because of your age. I want youbecauseof it. Because you’re so goddamn innocent, yet so fiercely strong.”
He must see the doubt in my eyes, because he adds, “Yes, you are. You’re strong, Jenna. More than you know. More than Icould have ever imagined. You panicked. So what? It’s a wonder you haven’t panicked every day while being here. I saw how Killian treated you in the kitchen the other day. I expected you to crumble, but instead, you held your ground. You stood up to him.”
“I didn’t.”
“Yes, you did. You didn’t cower or run. You stayed and gave him a piece of your mind.”
Shame wells, making tears burn behind my eyes. “Iwantedhim.”
“Wanting something is not a weakness. It can be depraved or immoral, but never weak. It just is. Leaning into it and embracing it like you did tonight—yes, I heard you moaning—that takes strength.”
“I—” I close my lips again. I don’t consider myself strong. But what Ian says resonates with some part of me that’s hidden deep behind layers of guilt and insecurities.
“You’re strong, Jenna,” he insists. “And I want you so damn much, you have no idea.” He leans down to slip his free hand between my legs. “One day, I’m going to fuck your tight little pussy and claim your secondhand virginity.” Dipping his fingers between my slick lips, he toys at the edge of my opening. “But first, I want to draw it out—enjoy your innocence and build anticipation.”
“Please,” I beg as he just keeps stroking without sinking inside. It drives me insane. So much need has built within me tonight, just simmering and coiling without release. And not just tonight—ever since I came here. Suddenly, it overcomes me—a wild, desperate need to have something inside me. “Just take it. Please.”
“No. You’re going to wait. Because I want you to.” He sinks to his haunches, grabs the back of my neck tight as he slides his finger over my clit, coating it in my own moisture. “You’ll sufferfor me, and I’ll suffer right alongside you. And I’ll enjoy every single moment of it.”
He keeps toying right at my opening, driving me wild.
“Please,” I repeat on a gasp, desire ripping through me with jerks and shudders.
He abruptly removes his hand. “No.”
An empty ache lingers deep within me at the loss of his touch. I want it back, yet I don’t. I can’t take any more teasing. He’s been denying me for so long, and after tonight with Killian and finally feeling Ian stake his claim on me again, my need is raging with a force that’s painful. I clench my hands, then scratch at my thighs, wanting to reach for my clit, but not daring to do so without permission.
“But…” Ian reaches behind me, slipping his finger between my ass cheeks. “Once Killian has claimed your ass”—he moves his finger deeper, touchingthathole—“I’m going to use it too. You’ll get to experience how it really feels when I claim you.”
