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)
“Oh God,” I groan. “So much.”
Killian grins, and it’s the most devilish thing I’ve ever seen, but before I can even work out what’s going through that captivating mind of his, he slips his strong arm beneath my knees and pulls me into his arms.
The movement is crippling but as he pulls me against his chest, I suddenly don’t care so much. Killian makes his way out of my room and carries me down the stairs, not saying a damn word. “You do realize you’re carrying me through your home without panties on?”
“I am painfully aware of that fact.”
I grin against his chest as he reaches the bottom step and rounds the corner into the oversized kitchen. It’s late, and with Krista gone for the night, it’s just us down here. The lights are out with nothing but the subtle moonlight shining through the window, and there’s something so majestic about it. Maybe it’s this home or the situation or maybe it’s just him. I don’t know, but whatever it is, I’m addicted.
Killian sits me on the table, and I watch as he turns and collects a glass from the cupboard. He walks to the freezer and fills the glass with ice as my brows furrow, wondering what the hell he’s doing. I figured he was getting an ice pack of some sort to soothe my burning cooch, but a glass of ice? I don’t know. Is he planning on putting that directly against my skin? That’s going to be a hard pass for me.
He comes back to me, placing the glass of ice down by my thigh. “Still hurting?”
I nod. “Have you ever been Tasered on the tip of your dick before?”
“No, I can’t say that I have. I’ve been shot, stabbed, and tortured within an inch of my life, but Tasered on the tip of my dick? No.”
“Ahhh, so clearly you must not understand my current level of pain.”
“Clearly not,” he murmurs as he dips his fingers into the glass and scoops out a piece. He presses it to my thigh and slowly works it up toward my hip. “I may not understand your pain, Chiara, but I sure know how to take it away.”
My brow arches, and I’m left speechless as he lifts the half-melted piece of ice to his mouth. His lips part, and the ice disappears inside before he grips the back of my knees and pulls me right to the edge.
I suck in a gasp, and before I know it, Killian DeLorenzo, the most powerful man in the world, is on his knees for me.
He leans in and blows out a soft, icy breath right against my core. “Here, Angel? Is this where it hurts?”
His mouth closes over my clit, and I draw in a deep breath as his freezing lips instantly soothe the burn. “Oh God,” I groan, my eyes instantly rolling in the back of my head. He works his tongue over me, gently flicking and turning my pain into the sweetest pleasure.
His touch is like magic, every swipe of his tongue taking me closer to the edge, but when he works his fingers into my cunt and starts massaging me from within, I swear I’m seeing stars.
Killian is a man of power. He lives off others’ fear. So cruel, conniving, and unforgiving that it’s almost impossible to believe that he’s capable of being so gentle with me. It’s everything, and when I knot my fingers into his hair and hold on for dear life, he looks up, his dark gaze colliding with mine like an explosion in the night.
He holds my stare as his icy lips work my clit, and within seconds, I shatter like glass.
My orgasm consumes me, exploding from within like a million little fireworks overwhelming my body. “Oh God, Killian,” I groan as my toes begin to curl, and I come undone in his grasp. His fingers don’t stop moving as my walls contract around them.
Killian’s tongue continues flicking over my clit as the melted ice drives me wild, and he doesn’t relent until I finally come down from my high. Only then does he get back to his feet and close the gap between us. He kisses me deeply, his chilly mouth against my burning one, and just before he pulls away, he pushes what’s left of the ice cube into my mouth.
My tongue pokes out, rolling over my bottom lip as Killian simply stares at me with that devilish dark gaze. “Still hurting, Angel?”
“You know, I think I am,” I lie as I reach down between us and work the button on his pants to free his massive cock. My hand wraps around him, feeling his protruding veins as I work my way to his tip. “Plus, it would be such a shame to waste all this ice.”