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“Not yet. You can take more,” Killian said. The rate at which he swirled his fingers over my clit increased. A tiny gasp caught in my throat. His free hand snaked around my neck and locked tight, cutting off my airway. The temperature in the room skyrocketed as my eyes drifted shut. I drifted deliriously into that euphoric place only his hand around my throat could provide. My body melted as I surrendered completely. “Come for me, princess. Stop holding back, and come for me.”
His permission shattered the flimsy boundaries I had in place. I came hard, gasping and panting as his hand loosened around my throat. My body trembled as I sagged against the wall for support. The zipper of his pants sparked through my body like lightning—every part of me hungry for his dick. He yanked my panties down to my knees, and his fingers dug into my hips as he lined his dick up. With a single thrust, he buried himself to the hilt. I gasped with the fullness of him. God, I’d forgotten how big he was.
His hand clamped over my mouth with a possessive growl.
“Not a fucking sound,” Killian ordered. “Those sounds you make are for me. No one else gets to hear you come, or I won’t let you come at all. Do you want me to let you come on my cock, princess?”
I nodded against his hand.
“Then be a good girl and stay quiet while I fuck you,” he snapped as he drove into me over and over at an unrelenting pace. Fingers bruised my hips, skin slapping against skin, his teeth in my shoulder. I was a frenzied mess, meeting every thrust of his hips in kind.
My muscles fluttered and pulsated as I clung to the edge. He hadn’t given me permission to come. But God I needed to. So absolutely desperately needed that release all over again.
“Please, Sir,” I whispered, my breath ragged in my throat. That strong hand wrapped around my neck once more and squeezed tight. My breath caught in my chest as I fell back into that daze he graciously offered. His other hand cupped my center and teased my piercing.
“Come for me, princess,” Killian growled in my ear. “Come all over my cock like the good girl I know you want to be.”
One tiny tug on my barbell was all it took, and I was wrecked. I came undone for him, my body violently shaking. He pushed me roughly into the wall as he lost control, driving hard into me and riding the high too. His hips jerked against my ass erratically, and he bottomed out, staying there as he came with a groan.
That hand around my neck vanished, and I gulped down several deep breaths of air. My body hummed with a million little sensations, and the room swayed unsteadily.
Killian ran his hands down my sides once before pulling away. His ragged breathing matched mine. I just needed a minute—just a moment to catch myself before I dared to ask him what the hell any of this meant.
But without a word, he walked away, slamming the door behind him and leaving me half-naked with his cum trickling down my thighs. I leaned against the wall for support as a sob tore through me. This man was going to wreck me—thoroughly and completely all over again. I could feel it in my heart and my soul.
And I’d let him.
Chapter 26
Killian
What the ever-loving fuck was wrong with me? I paced the length of the living room, anxiously running my hands through my hair. I couldn’t stay in the pack house. I couldn’t be anywhere near Genevieve. Not if I knew what was good for me—and her. Instead, I was back in Brady’s old house by myself.
Being alone was probably the worst thing I could be right now. I wanted to hit something. I wanted to scream. I wanted to drink.
Fuck, how I wanted to drink.
I paced, and I smoked—thank fuck he didn’t care if I did so in his house. I didn’t know what the fuck I would’ve done otherwise.
God, what the fuck was I doing? Fucking her and then just walking away like that? And aftercare? I was supposed to take care of her—make sure she was okay. The come-down after intense sex like that was always emotional for her. My job was to take care of her, and I’d fucking left her. I’d used my power over her and then just fucking left her.
Jesus fucking Christ, I was cold-hearted. I was a cold-hearted motherfucker who just left her there half-naked and a mess. What if someone found her like that?
“Fuck!” I shouted at the ceiling.
She could’ve been hurt. Who knows what anyone could’ve done to her after I left? Fuck, what had I done to her…
Pounding on the front door kept me from spiraling further. Anything to keep me from being alone.
“What the fuck did you do?” Declan demanded when I answered. Fuck, what a way to greet a guy. That dead-serious expression on his face didn’t help my mood.
“Hi to you too,” I grumbled and opened the door wider so he could come in. “What do you want?”
“Don’t play stupid, Killian,” he said. When I offered nothing as a reply, he sighed. “I’m here because she’s in my bed with my wife, my wife’s best friend, and my wife’s dog having a complete breakdown, and you fucking smell like her. It doesn’t take a fucking genius to figure out that something happened between you two.”
My head cocked to the side as I processed what he fucking said. Wait, what?
“Your wife?” I asked, and Declan faltered.
