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“You should see how fucking pretty you are like this, princess,” Killian growled against my ear. His hand tightened around my throat as he dragged me closer. “So fucking wet and ready to fall apart for me.”
His tongue ran up the column of my neck, hitting that sensitive spot that dared to push me over the edge. I squeezed his hand as my orgasm raced up on me.
“Don’t you dare,” he ordered. “Not yet, Genevieve. You can take more.”
I whined. His hand moved from my neck to my mouth, clamping tight as another desperate sound escaped me.
“Quiet now, princess,” he snapped. “No one gets to hear your sexy little sounds but me, do you understand? Not a fucking sound.”
I bit back a whimper, my head tipping back against his shoulder. Breathing in deep, I did my best to hold out for him. My body was on fire, every nerve screaming with desperation. My legs shook, and my muscles clenched around his fingers as he dipped two inside me.
God, I needed to fall apart.
My fingers cut into his wrist as I clung to him for dear life.
“That’s it, princess. Let it build,” Killian whispered. “Let me wreck you, baby girl.”
A whine built in my throat—desperate and needy—as I rocked against his hand. The heel of his palm offered a delicious friction that threatened what flimsy hold I had on the orgasm surging inside me.
“Are you ready, princess?” he asked and slipped a third finger inside me, stretching me and testing my restraint. “Fuck, you’re so tight and right there. Let go, Genevieve. Come all over my fingers, princess.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. I came apart cataclysmically in his hands, the rush of heat and sensations turning the world upside down. The hand on my mouth gripped tighter as I moaned uncontrollably.
“Don’t stop, Genevieve,” Killian instructed, his fingers moving to my clit as I rocked into his hand. Hard and fast, he pushed my body further—my orgasm intensifying until I was whimpering and violently shaking. I gasped and writhed against his hand.
“Breathe, Genevieve,” he whispered. His hand slid out of my panties and flattened to my stomach. Turning my head, he kissed my temple. “So fucking beautiful.”
“Don’t stop, please,” I begged. I didn’t want him to stop. I didn’t want to come down. I wanted him to push my body to its limits—or at least as much as we could in his Mom’s house.
“I’m not done with you yet, princess,” he promised. How such simple words could do so much to my body was beyond me, but I was ready to rip the man’s clothes off. “Shirt off, Genevieve. I want that fucking thing out of my way.”
I couldn’t help the tiny giggle I let out at his frustration. A growl tore through his throat as he bit my shoulder, tugging on the fabric.
“Stop laughing and get naked, woman,” Killian ordered, but I could hear the playfulness in his voice.
By the time I managed to get my shirt off, he was completely naked with one knee propped on the bed and his dick in hand. My mind went blank as I watched him stroke himself root to tip in slow passes. His gaze trailed hungrily over my body, setting my blood on fire.
“Panties off, princess.”
“What?” I stared at him, completely forgetting what was happening. The planes of sculpted muscle and ink made me stupid. Why was he so ridiculously good-looking?
“Panties off, Genevieve,” he repeated, those sexy lips upturning in a cocky grin. The man knew what he was doing with his dick in hand and looking at me like that. “Or I’m going to cut them off you.”
“Okay,” I said. Him cutting my panties off? Yes, please. I’d never say no to that.
That grin of his widened. He grabbed the backs of my calves and dragged me to him. He pressed a kiss to my hip as he reached for the nightstand. I heard the click of his pocket knife, and my pulse rocketed.
Was I a little twisted? Probably.
Did I want the blade of his knife on my skin? I most certainly did.
“Just remember, you asked for this,” Killian told me.
“I did.” No shame. Admittedly it’d only ever been a dark little fantasy in the back of my mind—something I was too embarrassed to admit aloud.
But his willingness to do just that? I couldn’t deny that I wanted it.
“My sinful princess,” he murmured. His tongue trailed over the curve of my hip and teased the waist of my panties. The tip of his blade pressed into my inner thigh—enough to spark a response but not enough to cut skin. My heart lodged in my throat, and I moaned. His teeth sank into the softness of my lower belly as he dragged the blade up my leg. My clit throbbed, and my arousal soared. I was ready to burst from my very skin. “Play with those perfect nipple piercings, princess. Make it fucking hurt.”
