Page 104 of Carnal Wagers

“You do,” I babbled, lost to this, to us, to how deep he was going, how his piercing rubbed the best spots, and how fierce the sharp build toward the edge was.

His dark, hoarse chuckle in my ear sent me higher. “That’s right. Mine. Say my name.”

“Cillian.” His name burst from me in a desperate cry as I felt him swell inside me.

With a rasped growl that seemed to darken the lights above, his cock pulsed, and liquid warmth flooded my inner walls. It rammed me over the crest, and I jerked up amid my spasms around his cock to stay afloat. His grip around my throat shoved me back down as he turned my head and swallowed my cries with his lips. The world dimmed, mute and vacuumed out of existence under the sound of our heaving bodies. There was nothing but us.

Sweat coated our skin. My back slid up and down his front. My pulse throbbed against his fingers, our labored breaths heaving as one. I’d never felt more connected to someone before, so full, so warm, so safe, and I wanted to cuddle into it. His cock twitched, still inside me.

“You look so perfect like this. Exactly where you belong. Under me.”

His voice pitched with a possessiveness that both swept me away and burned me to ashes.

He kissed my nose, my cheeks, my chin with a tenderness that nearly broke my heart, because his words were pretty little lies that I hoarded, despite knowing they would grow teeth and eat up my fragile, beating organ once the sex haze vanished.

I snapped my head away. This wasn’t real. We weren’t real. He was a callous man who abandoned his wife without a care. A man like that couldn’t ever love someone like me, not long-term. Maybe no one could. Maybe that was why every ounce of hard-earned affection I’d ever received slipped through my fingers the moment I took my eyes off the prize.

He turned my face back to his over my shoulder.

“Oi, where did you go?”

He thumbed my lower lip, forcing me to release it from the bite of my teeth.

My gaze bounced around his face, the lockers behind him, the bench to our left…anywhere but his eyes.

I was just here to make him realize my worth and tally up the orgasms owed to me before convincing him to sign the divorce papers, one way or another. But when he looked at me like that, like I was the missing atom to complete his molecule, I wasn’t sure I believed that anymore. Or that I ever had.

It was one thing to be left at that altar when he’d been nothing more than a signature and a fantasy of what I could have had, but now he was real and tangible, as were the feelings he spurred inside me.

“We should go.”

I went to get up, but his arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me back down. A twinge of soreness stung between my legs where I remained impaled on his half-hard erection.

“Someone could come in.”

“They won’t. Relax. You’re fine.” He nipped my ear, the smell of him dizzying, and cinched his arm tighter. “It’s the drop of adrenaline, innit?”

“What?”

“Happens after your first kill, but you handled it like a pro.”

Wow, he completely missed the mark. “That was not my first kill, and it certainly won’t be my last.”

He groaned. “Fuck, that’s hot as hell, sweetheart. Tell me more.”

As if to confirm his words, his cock pulsed inside me.

“You seem to forget what I do for a living. Screw me over, and it’ll be the last thing you ever do.”

“Your threat’s music to my ears.” His hips rocked up into me.

“Stop that.” I wiggled in an effort to sever this connection and get off him, but his strength kept me locked in place.

“Keep at it, and we’ll go another round.”

“You would like that, wouldn’t you? Just so you can toss me out again once you’re done with me.”

He nosed the edge of my jawline as he wedged me deeper into his lap.