Page 41 of Then We Shatter

“Jesus, Mary and Joseph,” I say in awe. “You’re like no fantasy I ever had because my imagination couldn’t conjure a beauty as perfect as you.”

“I have my flaws.”

“There’s only one I can think of,” I say, shoving my gun into my shoulder holster. When she arches an eyebrow, I add, “Your last name.”

I catch a flash of pain cross her face, and as I take a step towards her, she stops me.

“Take off that damn wig.”

I swipe Patrick off my head and rake my fingers through my damp scalp.

“On your knees, Mr. McConkey.”

The sensible thing to do would be to ask how she got me through all the layers of security and where her bodyguards are hiding. Or at the very least I should check how she’s going to get me out again. But I don’t. I get down onto my knees like a good boy.

“Stay,” she orders when she sees I’m about to drop to all fours.

My grin is so wide my cheeks hurt as I watch Katarina Barkov sashay towards me, her heels clicking on the quartz tiled floor. Each step sends a jolt of pleasure up my spine and I could blow my load without even touching her. But not touching her is a terrible fucking idea.

“Come to me, Kitty,” I demand as her shadow looms. “Open those legs for me.”

She stops in front of me, her legs shoulder-width apart. “You don’t get to give the orders, Shorty. I’m in charge.”

“Is that so?”

I wrap my arms around Katarina’s thighs and force her to shift her stance. She’s about to say something, but I press my mouth to her pussy, parting her with a firm flick of my tongue that makes her gasp back any objection. I spear her deeper, trailing the tip of my tongue from her entrance to her clit where I run figures of eight around her swollen bud until her breaths become shaky.

“You’re such a needy, little mess,” I say, my chin glistening with her arousal as I grin up at her. “You want more?”

She arches an eyebrow. “I’ll permit you to continue,” she says. “Until I say stop.”

I sit back on my heels first and shrug out of my jacket. I’m not ready to take off my shoulder holster so I roll up my sleeves. Slowly.

Making her wait backfires because Katarina is anything but patient. Her hand snakes over her belly and down between her legs. I almost forget how to turn my cuffs as I watch her play with herself. Her hips roll against the pressure of her middle and pointer fingers.

I’m painfully hard, too hard to be constrained any longer. Mesmerized by her performance, I don’t look away as I unbuckle my belt, undo my pants and take out my cock. Katarina’s eyes are hooded as I grip my shaft and run my fist up and down my length from root to tip.

“See what you do to me, Kitty?”

Oh, she sees. Her hand moves faster. Her breathing becomes choppier.

I snatch her hand away before she can completely unravel. “That’s my job, Kitty,” I say as I go down on her again.

I tease gasps of pleasure from my woman with my lips, my tongue and my fingers while I continue to fist my cock. My fingers are inside her when her pussy swells and tightens. She’s close.

“Killian,” she gasps. “Stop.”

I’m enjoying the way she trembles too much. I don’t stop until she yanks me away by my hair.

“Stop.”

I lick my lips. “I know you’re trying to convince yourself you’re in control, lovely, but in case you haven’t worked it out yet, we’re both out of control. So fucking far out of control I don’t see a way back.”

“Killian…”

I don’t want to hear whatever warning is on her lips. I rise to my feet and as I scoop her into my arms, she wraps her arms around my neck and demands our first kiss.

Katarina’s fingers thread through my hair as she plunders my mouth and I plunder hers. We give and we take. Permission is a given. What’s mine is hers, what’s hers is mine.