Page 53 of Then We Shatter

“You’re a work of art,” I tell her. “I don’t think I give your tits nearly enough attention.”

One day we’ll lie next to each other and spend our time exploring each other’s bodies. One day when we’re not living in a world that’s intent on pulling us apart.

As I suck on her nipple, Katarina starts to move, sliding up and down my length. It’s small movements at first, but soon she’s riding my cock with an urgency that I’m more than ready to match.

I grab hold of her hips and thrust up into her arse as she bounces down on me. “You like that?”

“You know I do,” she bites back. “You’re so annoyingly good at this.”

“I can be even more annoying,” I reply. “Are you ready to take more of me?”

“Do it,” she demands.

Katarina slows her movements just enough for me to smear some lube over the vibrator. When I switch it on, it buzzes loudly, and I laugh. “I should have known you’d set it to full power.”

“Show me your full power,” she challenges.

Katarina and I angle our bodies so we can both watch as I glide the vibrator up and down her center until her moans transform into loud gasps. My cock pulses and I need to start thrusting again.

Seating the vibrator at her entrance, I tip my face towards her. “Mouth over mine, Kitty,” I demand. “We don’t want your guards rushing in before we’re done.”

Katarina surprises me by kissing me gently. “Something tells me we’ll never be done.”

“At last we’re on the same page,” I reply, and as her lips cover mine, I push the vibrator inside her and thrust my cock deeper.

Katarina slams down on me as I thrust upwards. I can feel the vibrations of my not-so-little toy as I pump it in and out of her. She whimpers. Maybe I do too as our entire fucking world detonates in the best possible way.

The euphoria goes on and on, but it doesn’t last. Good things never do.

Chapter 19

Killian

Lights flicker on one by one, highlighting the darkness that creeps over the city and scatters shadows across the floor of my apartment. I shove my hands into the pockets of my sweatpants and begin pacing, head down, heart sinking lower.

Another day has been crossed off the calendar, another day closer to losing Katarina. I haven’t seen her for a few days and I can’t imagine what it might be like to never see her again. We have two and a half weeks left. Soon we’ll be counting the days.

I’ve been expecting her to message me, and wonder if I was overconfident sending another package to Duke’s office. I’d assumed he’d pass it on to his fiancée now they’ve reached their little understanding, but maybe her understanding is different from Duke’s. Or something bad has happened that hasn’t reached my ears. Yet.

I don’t just want to hear from her. I need to. I won’t sleep if I don’t.

Pausing at my desk, I drop into a chair and tap the keyboard to bring my laptop to life. I’ve been casting an eye over our accounts and I’ve been pleasantly surprised at how much my family’s legitimate activities have grown in the last few years. I did that.

There’s more we could do, and normally I can lose myself in the plans I want to bring to life, ones where there are less risks to balance the rewards. But nothing about my present circumstances are normal and I draw a blank. The future doesn’t interest me if Katarina isn’t in it. I’ve fallen hard for that woman and I’m basically fucked. How did I let that happen?

I startle when my phone rings and fumble to answer it. I can hear the tap-tap of Katarina’s stilettos echoing through her apartment. She’s been pacing too.

“You got my little gift then?” I ask, sitting back in my chair. I rub my chest to ease the ever-present band of anxiety around my chest.

“What’s it for, Killian?”

“I didn’t realize you were that unfamiliar with the world of adult toys, but sure, I’m happy to talk you through it,” I say with an extra dose of devilment I know will piss her off more than she already sounds. “It’s called an egg vibrator and when you slip it into your ever-so-sweet pussy, you can leave it there. If you’d like to go and lie down on your bed, I’ll talk you through it.”

“Like how you control it remotely?”

I’m grinning as I open the app on my phone. It had cost a small fortune to have the device adapted so I didn’t have to rely on Bluetooth to connect. I can see she’s switched it on.

“Are you wearing it now, Kitty? Or are you still recovering from me fucking you twice-over?”