Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 77(@200wpm)___ 62(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 77(@200wpm)___ 62(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
“Fuck, so wet for me,” Kellan growls, primal lust in his voice as he hooks my knees over his shoulders and buries his face between my thighs.
Kellan swipes his tongue through the center of me, and I gasp, pleasure spiking through me so fast it makes my vision flash. He circles my clit with tight, soft strokes, and my nails dig into the sofa cushion beneath me as bliss unspools low in my stomach.
“Oh, God. Kellan!” I moan, lost in the pleasure he’s giving me.
“Fuck, I need to hear you scream my name like that when I’m inside you again,” he grunts, turning his face to nip at my thigh.
He looks up at me, his lips wet with my juices, eyes dark and gleaming.
“My filthy little doctor,” he teases as he rises over me. I scramble to shove his pants down, needing him to fuck me, needing him to fill me. “My eager little slut, aren’t you?”
The degradation makes me gasp, an unexpected jolt of desire flooding me. I bite my lip, nodding up at him, completely under his spell. I never have thought I’d enjoy a man calling me that, but those words on Kellan’s tongue are so deliciously dark and sinful that I just want more.
I raise my hips, trying to get him to give us what we both want.
He looks down at me, reaching out to cup my throat with his palm. My pulse thrums hard against his touch as I arch into him. I know these same hands have fought and done more damage than I even know, but I don’t feel scared when he touches me like this. His thumb strokes up the side of my neck, and it’s the perfect combination of dominating and sweet.
“You want my cock, Blondie?” he asks, voice ragged.
“Yes!” I answer immediately, far beyond being embarrassed by it.
“Say it, then,” he urges, squeezing my throat slightly, just enough to add to the combination of desire and desperation flowing through me. “Say you're my little slut. Say you need my cock. Beg for me to fuck you.”
My breath stutters, but I only hesitate a second before rushing to say, “I’m yours, Kellan. Your slut.” I breathe, staring up at his bright blue eyes, feeling the connection between us grow even stronger. “And I need you so bad. I need your cock inside me, fucking me, making me scream your name. Please give it to me. Please, Kellan.”
“Fuck, you beg so pretty for me,” he groans, the praise making me light up just as much as his degradation did. Without letting go of my throat, he presses my thighs wider apart with his own and lines himself up. With one deep thrust, he fills me completely. The relief and pleasure are overwhelming, and for a second I forget how to breathe. “God, this cunt is so perfect. Made for me.”
I nod as much as I can in his hold, already so close to the edge from his teasing. His patience seems as ragged as mine now, though, because he pulls out and thrusts into me even harder, making the sofa creak beneath us. I arch up off the cushions, alive with pleasure, clinging to him and moaning so loudly I’m sure whoever’s undoubtedly outside keeping guard can hear every single sound. I don’t care. I can’t care about anything else but us, Kellan, and the way he’s making me feel.
“You gonna come for me like the pretty little slut you are?” Kellan asks.
My mouth parts in a silent cry as he adjusts his angle so his pelvis grinds against my clit with every movement.
I’m so close. Writhing beneath him, his hand on my throat, with him playing my body like a damn violin, I’m out of my mind with pleasure.
“Mine,” he growls, and I shatter.
“KELLAN!” I scream as my orgasm washes over me, making me shake and gasp beneath him.
Kellan swears, groaning my name, and I feel heat fill me as he comes, falling over the edge with me.
As I regain control of my breaths, wrapped tight against Kellan on the sofa, all I can think is that he may have committed a literal crime to get me here, but there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.
5
KELLAN
The meeting with Rossi rolls around far faster than I want it to.
Admittedly, I have been too wrapped up in Kacie to track time or plan the way I normally would. I’ve spent the entire drive over to the meeting place on the outskirts of the city thinking of her. I can hardly bring her with me, not to such a dangerous and unknown scenario, so she’s back at the safe house.
The rest of my closest circle is with me, Easton driving, Darragh and Louis in the backseat, and enough weaponry between us to stock a small army. This talk is supposed to be a peace negotiation, but I wasn’t born yesterday. I’ve been in this business enough years to know that even if you’re meeting with your allies, you don’t go unarmed. Rossi and I seem to share the goal of creating peace between our sides, but it would only take one word from him to make this whole thing go sour.