Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 115400 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115400 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
The music shifts, and he reluctantly pulls back from me, those dark eyes holding me captive. I can barely breathe; the rush of emotion is almost too much for me to keep up with. My tongue rolls over my bottom lip as I lift my chin, keeping as close as possible. “Did you really mean it when you agreed that I could take you whenever I needed?”
Those dark eyes fill with hunger as his hand bunches into the fabric of my gown. “What did I tell you about being a man of my word?” he growls, his chest rising and falling just a little bit faster.
“Well then. It’s time to put your word to the test,” I purr, letting him see the desire pooling in my eyes. “I need you now, and when I tell you I need it hard and fast, you better come through for me.”
Killian clenches his jaw, his gaze lifting to the crowd around us. “I told you, business is business,” he says, discreetly shaking his head.
A wicked grin stretches across my face. He said I was a devil in disguise, and he’s about to find out just how true that is. “Then I suppose you’re lucky you’re not attending to business. We’re dancing, Killian, not working, and I need you to fuck me right now.”
His eyes flash, realizing I’ve just used and abused one of the best loopholes I’ll ever find. He dips me low, a gasp sailing from between my lips as a ferocious growl tears from his. He kisses me deeply, and being a man of his word, his hand sails straight up the high split of my gown and right between my legs.
He pulls back from our kiss, his eyes sparkling with a wicked excitement, then watching the pure elation on my face, he pushes two thick fingers deep inside my tight cunt, more than ready to rock my world right here in the middle of the dance floor.
16
KILLIAN
We barrel through the door of a supply closet, Chiara’s gown already bunched in my hands before the door even closes behind us. I slam her against the wall, her desperate gasp like music to my ears as she reaches for the front of my pants.
The hunger in her eyes is intoxicating. She’s surprised me at every turn we’ve taken. I expected hesitance from her, fearfulness, and nerves, and instead, I’ve been rewarded with a woman whose confidence shines brighter than the sun. She is not timid like I expected; she is bold and unafraid, and with each passing day, another piece of me becomes drunk on her. Addicted.
I need to be inside of her, dominate her, to feel the way my hands grip her hips. Fuck, I need that release.
Two minutes ago, as I danced with her in front of my gossiping family, I was calm and collected, but this woman has turned me into a crazed, desperate man in the space of seconds.
Chiara frees my straining erection and squeezes her hand around me, so fucking tight I can barely breathe. “Fuck me, Killian,” she begs, pulling me impossibly closer. With her gown bunched up to her waist, I go to reach for her underwear, only to pause when I realize she’s not wearing any.
My gaze lifts to hers, my brow arching, but all she can do is smirk back at me as her eyes sparkle with her wicked intentions. She’s been waiting for this since before we left my estate, and there’s nothing that gets me harder than a patient woman.
“You planned this,” I rumble, my fingers digging into her creamy skin as she pumps her tight fist up and down my cock.
The sweetest seduction flashes in her eyes and without even trying, she’s got me right where she wants me. “No,” she whispers, her tongue rolling over her bottom lip. “I hoped for it.”
I groan, that same desperation in her, now rocking through my chest. I drop my gaze down her body, taking in her bare mound, and as my hungry stare trails just a little bit further, I notice the fading bruises on her thighs. They’re almost gone, as though this happened a while ago.
Have I been too rough with her?
Fuck. That wasn’t my intention.
I warned her that I would be rough, that I would make her scream and forget why she should fear me, but to leave marks on her body? No.
I drop to my knees before her, my lips grazing over the faded bruises. “Did I do this?” I ask, gripping her thighs as my lips move to her center and dive between her legs. My tongue works its way through her center, tasting how fucking sweet she is as my mouth closes around her clit.
Chiara’s knees buckle as she grips the back of my head, her fingers knotting into my hair. She widens her stance, giving me more access to her sweet cunt. “No,” she pants, her grip tightening in my hair as if trying to control my movements. “Not you.”