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SAOIRSE
Every musclein my body goes rigid as my breath halts in my chest. All I can hear is the rapid pulsation of my heart as it echoes in my eardrum. Closing my eyes, I force myself to summon a deep breath, drawing it through my parted lips until it burns my parched lungs. Slowly, my lashes lift, and Rohan’s concern is the first thing I see.
His gaze holds mine, patiently waiting for my reaction. Finally, my mouth opens, but nothing comes out.
A thick fog settles behind my eyes.
It’s too much. After everything I’ve been through, I never would have thought it would be those words that would split my chest wide open.
I’ve spent years wondering who my father was, hopelessly imagining if he thought of me as much as I did him. Sleepless nights speculating whether he knew of my existence. Birthdays, school dances, the first time I brought a boy home, all the times he should have been there but wasn’t.
I’ve too many questions. Who is he? Where is he? What is he like? Do I look like him? Is he one of the Kings? So many fucking questions, and yet, I can’t find the words to ask them.
Pushing from the couch, I stalk across the living quarters until I’m peering out the deep-set floor-to-ceiling window that overlooks a beautiful walled garden. Lost in my thoughts, I don’t notice Rohan creeping in behind me until his arm snakes around my waist. My breath hitches at the contact as images of Donnacha’s hand forcing me down against the balcony railing erupt behind my eyes.
“Breathe, love.” Rohan’s velvety rasp licks my skin as he settles his chin on my shoulder. The scent of his cologne wafts around me, instantly erasing all the tension I’m holding in my shoulders. “I’m the villain in many a man’s stories, but never in yours.”
My back sinks into his chest, wanting to believe every word. Time and time again, he told me he wasn’t the bad guy. But how do I trust anyone when every ounce of my life is nothing but secrets and lies? Would it be stupid to allow myself to fall for a man raised on the devil’s backbone? Am I naïve to believe the thunderstorm and chaos wrapped around him isn’t exactly what I need to escape the flames of hell marring my skin after inflicting Donnacha’s seedy touch?
I can’t deny the pull he has on me, or how my body reacts every time he almost touches me. Rohan King is my escape, the person who rips all logic from my headspace, and I’ll be a liar if I said he’s not what I need right now. He is someone I run to, a corner of darkness where I can hide from all the noise blaring in my head.
With him, I know there is no safe place to land. No matter how I look at it, if I allowed myself to dive into the things he makes me feel, I’d be falling forever.
Constantly bewitched by his ever-changing sides, Rohan is an enigma wrapped in the devil’s temptations. And silly me, I crave his every sin.
“I’m not ready to forgive, but make me forget,” I whisper those words as his breath caresses my neck, leaving nothing but desire in its wake. “Replace his hands with yours, take away my pain.”
His knuckles barely dance along my spine, a tender touch so delicate…I feel like the most precious thing he’s ever held in his arms. The hand around my waist skirts along my rib cage, tracing the detailed lace along the bodice of my dress.
“Ar do shon, mo bhanríon, loiscfinn an domhan.”For you, my queen, I'd burn the world.
My head falls back, and his tongue trails along the curve of my neck. It’s easy to lose myself in the touch of his roaming hands. Finally, his fingers tease my throat with a gentle, featherlight hold.
Breathing out a lustrous sigh, I cave to the sparks exploding beneath my skin.
His stance widens, feet on either side of my hips as he gently leans me forward. My hands greet the window, bracing for the fall that never comes.
“Tell me where he touched you, love. And I’ll destroy myself to erase it from your mind.”
I clench, needing his promise more than my next breath.
Pulling back slightly, he undoes the three pearl buttons at the nape of my neck, unclasping the halter neck of my dress. The front falls forward, pooling around my waist and exposing my breasts. Next, he dots kisses along my spine as he lowers himself onto his hunkers. “Was it here?” He licks along the base of my back, paying extra attention to the two small, intended dimples. His palm glides over my arsecheek, soft and teasing, making my back arch until my exposed chest presses against the windowpane.
The cool glass brushes against my nipples, darting shockwaves of desire over my skin. Finally, he finds the small, concealed zipper and slowly glides it down, freeing my hips from the weighty layers of tulle material. Taunting me, he eases the dress over my hips until it pools around my feet.
“Who is touching you?” he demands in a gruff whisper.
“You.”
“Who is touching you, love?” he repeats before lifting my right leg and pulling the material out of his way. He repeats the action with the other leg, tossing the dress to the side.
“Rohan.” His name flitters past my lips.
“The second I saw you in the dress, I fucking knew I’d be the one to take it off you,” he whispers against the inside of my parted thighs, his hot breath dampening my pussy. Finally, his lips grace my flesh as the tip of his tongue traces his name along my inner thigh. He moves higher and higher until he stops at the crevice, where my lace-up thong conceals his destination.
As his hands drift up my outer leg, his tongue slides over the lace. “So fucking wet for me, love.” At last, his fingers curl around the edge of my underwear before slowly teasing them down. “Step out.”
I do as I’m told and peer over my shoulder as he tosses them next to my dress. His gaze catches mine. “Good girl,” he praises. Completely bare before him, his sweeping gaze roams over every inch of me as he curls two fingers through my aching slit.
