Page 110 of Beautiful Scars

And as that slip of fabric leaves my body, reason and logic drop in for a quick party in my head.

Anyone could walk past. Yes, it’s one of the most private booths in this place, but what if someone wants to speak to Cillian? Almost everyone recognized him when he walked in here...what’s to stop one of them from popping over for a quick chat?

“Cillian, stop!” I beg, voice hoarse with panic. “Please! What if someone—”

But Cillian doesn’t stop.

Cillian doesn’t listen.

Oh no.

Don fucking Cillianos takes my panties, balls them up, and shoves them in my fucking mouth.

I almost spit them out. But a second later I’m all too glad they’re there because then his hot, wet tongue is sliding up my pussy again. I moan as I push against his mouth, forcing him to lick me harder.

His tongue slides inside me and I swear to God, Ifeelhim groan.

“Christ, you taste so fucking good,” he growls out.

He licks me again, savoring every inch of my pussy.

There’s no way the closest booth can’t hear us. Despite the low-key jazz music thrumming through the sound system, even my muffled sounds of pleasure are too loud.

When he flicks my clit with the tip of his tongue, I gasp so hard I almost choke on my panties. And as if he realizes that—despite the view—this isn’t the best position, he grabs my hips and turns me over.

I land on the table with a thump, momentarily dazed as he sits on the bench, grabs my ass, and tugs me right to the edge.

He dives down.

With his hands on the inside of my thighs, Kill pushes my legs apart as wide as they can go.

And then he eats me out like I’m the tastiest meal he’s ever had the pleasure of devouring. I yank my panties out of my mouth and toss them aside, no idea where they land, and not giving a shit because my hands are in his silky hair and I’m seconds away from coming. I use that grip to grind his mouth against my clit, urging him to go faster. Harder.

I stare down at him in awe-stricken wonder as a climax thunders toward me. And when he looks up at me, dark green eyes framed by his thick lashes and a look of pure adoration on his face, I’m torn limb from limb.

He rams his fingers into my clenching pussy. I throw my head back, groaning low and deep as I come against his hot, wet mouth, not giving a fuck if the entire smuggler’s bar hears me.

He keeps his mouth on my clit, sucking hard as his tongue massages that nub. And just when I think I’m about to come again, he slides me off the table and right onto his fucking cock.

It speaks a lot to how carefully he’d planned that out. He must have taken out his dick while he was eating me out, but to have it so perfectly positioned—

I sigh into his ear as he thrusts into me.

“Fuck,” I whimper. “Kill.”

“You gonna stop being a fucking brat now?”

“Y—” I cut off as he grabs my hips, holding me up so he can fuck me as slow as he wants. “Yes! Fuck!” I groan.

“Then tell me what happened,” he says, his voice tight. “Tell me what fucking changed.”

Is that it? He’sangry? Why? What the fuck does it matter if I’m happy or sad?

When I don’t reply, he drags me down hard, impaling me on his cock. And then he keeps me there, not moving, driving me bat shit fucking crazy as I stretch to accommodate his girth. I whimper again, and then try a mewl just for luck, but he won’t have any of it.

He grabs my face and forces me to look at him. “Tell me.”

“I...”