Page 77 of Reckless Desires

“Yes, master,” I purr.

His cock throbs inside me, and I can’t help but smirk in satisfaction. “That’s right, mo chuisle.” I have no idea what that means, but I like the sound of it.

"Again," I gasp, the word surprising even me. "Do it again."

Killian laughs, a dark, triumphant sound. "This is just the beginning, Liliana." My name rolls off his tongue so smoothly.

He establishes a rhythm then, hard and punishing. Each thrust drives me against the bar, the edge digging into my hips. The sounds filling the room are filthy—my cries, his grunts, the wet slap of his hips against my ass, the obscene squelch as his cock pistons in and out of my stretched hole.

My body starts to respond despite the pain, or maybe because of it. My pussy drips, the wetness running down my legs. My nipples pebble against the bar top, a shock of electricity with each movement. The dual sensations of pain and pleasure create turbulence inside me, overwhelming my senses.

"Touch yourself," Killian commands between thrusts. "Match my rhythm."

My shaking hand leaves the edge of the bar, sliding down between my legs. The first touch against my swollen clit sends electricity through me. I circle the sensitive nub, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. The added stimulation sends me spiraling, pleasure building rapidly. His arm wraps around my waist while the other rests on the bar for support. I let my head fall back on his shoulder, allowing him a better view.

"You’re a naughty one," he groans, his movements becoming more erratic. "This is going to be fun."

The pressure inside me builds to an unbearable peak. My fingers work faster, rubbing desperate circles as Killian's thrusts become more brutal. The pain has transformed now, melding with pleasure until I can't tell where one ends and the other begins.

With a final, devastating thrust, he buries himself to the hilt and stills. I feel his cock pulse, hot cum flooding my ass. The sensation triggers my own release, and I scream as my orgasm crashes over me. Waves of pleasure wrack my body, my muscles clamping down around his still-spurting cock.

For a long moment, we stay like that, both breathing heavily in the aftermath. His weight presses me against the bar, his softening cock still buried inside me. The room is silent, except for our ragged breaths and the distant hum of the busy street outside.

Slowly, Killian pulls out. The loss leaves me feeling empty, exposed. I feel his cum start to leak from my stretched hole, trailing down my thighs. He steps back, and I hear the rustle of him adjusting his suit.

"Stay like that," he says, his voice once again cool and commanding. "Don't move."

I remain leaning against the bar, ass exposed and dripping, his cum marking me as thoroughly as his words have marked our arrangement. The deal is sealed now, finalized in the most primal way possible. I'm his, completely and utterly, and as I stand there, I've never felt more certain of anything in my life.

I hear the sound of metal, then I feel something around my neck. My body is calm as I know its place is right here. He pulls on a chain that’s attached to the collar around my neck so that I face him.

“You keep this thing in your pocket?” I question.

“Already breaking rule number one?” he questions.

We are face-to-face, nose-to-nose. I shake my head. “You could have at least put some diamonds on it.”

“If you’re a good girl, I’ll get one with as many diamonds as you want.”

To be honest, I don’t care about the diamonds now; it’s the man holding the chain that matters.

I lean in, wanting his lips on mine, but he pulls away. “I don’t do kissing. I’ll put my mouth on every part of your body, but not here.” His finger traces along my lips. “Understood.” I nod.

Killian pulls on the chain so that I follow him. He eyes my dress, telling me to pick it up without using words. He watches me slip it back on.

“My bra⁠—”

“You don’t need it,” he states. He yanks the chain closer to him, his black leather gloves straining against the metal. “You leave everything behind. Family, clothes, friends. They don’t exist. The dress I burn when we get home. You belong to me. Body and soul.”

He thinks this is a threat, but little does he know it’s music to my ears.

Chapter Fifty-One

Lily

When I wake up, I’m in the room alone. Throwing off the covers I buried myself in last night, I hold onto the metal chain leash as I get out of bed. Killian’s room is exactly how I’d imagine it would be. Minimalist, dark wood furniture, simple. I start scanning the room. Beside the bed is a nightstand that has a note.

On an errand. Make yourself at home.