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My thrusts falter, and I peer down at her. “No one’s ever made you come before?”
A rosy tinge heats her cheeks, and she wiggles her hips in an attempt to get me to move again. “Not like this.” Her fingers flex against mine on her neck, her inner walls fluttering around me like a high tide. “I guess they didn’t know what I needed.”
An animalistic growl rips out of my chest, startling her as I start pistoning into her again, spearing her so hard that my dick starts to feel raw. “You’re goddamn right they didn’t know. And no one else gets the fucking chance. This filthy little cunt ismine.”
Tears stream down her cheeks as the headboard smacks into the wall, and I increase the pressure on her throat. “Say it.Give yourself to me.”
Shaking her head, I watch her mouth part as her orgasm crests, but I withdraw immediately, reveling in the frustrated sound that gurgles in the back of her throat. “Say it right now.”
“Fuck, okay. Yes. It’s yours, Kieran. This pussy belongs to you.Pleaselet me come.”
Mounting her again, I take her even rougher, our flesh slapping together the singular sound in the room, aside from the creak of the bedsprings and the furniture shifting with each plunge. “I want to make you come until you bleed and black out from the pleasure I’m giving you.”
Nodding vehemently, she takes everything I give her, absorbing my vile sexuality like a sponge. A wicked smile bares her teeth to me, her blue eyes glinting deviously. “Yes,daddy.”
Even though she says it to spite me, it’s that one word that, although I’ve never allowed anyone to call me it before, sends us both into a cataclysmic vortex of release, our bodies undulating together like we’re made for each other.
She comes violently, milking me and writhing, her body like a wave controlled by the pull of the moon; pleasure ebbs through her in effortless, hedonistic spasms, crashing onto the shore, and pulling me over the edge along with it.
Chapter 13
Juliet
Ijust had sex with a murderer.
Kieran yanks his dick from my abused pussy, dropping to his forearms, face falling into the crook of my neck as he struggles to regulate his breathing. The warmth of his skin on mine shouldn’t affect me the way it does, shouldn’t make my womb clench as it tries to cement his cum into its walls, butfuck me, it does.
Pinching my eyes closed, I steel myself against the butterflies in my uterus and block him out. I blame the fact that I’ve never had an orgasm that intense, and certainly not with any of the numerous men I’ve been fucked by, but still. I should know better.
If my father could see me now, he’d make sure the shame embedded itself into my skin. Make sure I felt his disappointment like a kick to the gut, a paralyzing injury only he was ever capable of inflicting.
That familiar ache, the guilt and nostalgia coming together to weigh down on my chest, settles deep in my bones; misery clutches at my ribcage, threatening to saw it apart, and I bury my face into Kieran’s shoulder without thinking as I try to push it away.
Luckily, he doesn’t seem to mind the contact. One large hand comes up to cradle me to him, and he smooths his palm over my hair, gentle strokes I wouldn’t have thought a man like him capable of.
It soothes the saddest bits of my soul, sunshine breaking through the cracks and lighting me up inside.
But that sunshine turns to thunder as it threads into my shoulder muscles, tightening the tension in my stomach. There shouldn’t be a comfort here, in this evil man’s arms. I should be afraid, disgusted, and yet it feels like hegetsme.
I don’t even have to open my mouth, and he hears what I’m saying.
It’s a powerful feeling, being seen after a lifetime of invisibility. And it knots my body in confusing, opposing sensations.
My mind wanders to my sister, wondering how she found herself able to accept the bad in Elia. How she comes to terms with his penchant for violence and the men who’ve suffered at his hands. Some who’ve suffered because of her.
Caroline.I can’t even begin to imagine how worried she is.
An ache spreads across my forehead as Kieran plants an open-mouthed kiss on the side of my neck, causing goose bumps to spring up in his wake. He smells like sex and mint, sinfully delicious, with the slightest hint of soap.
“Turn it off.”
I blink at the ceiling, my brows knitting together. “What?”
“Your brain. The intruding thoughts ruining your afterglow. I just felt your body lock up like you’ve realized what just happened and have started overthinking it.” He pulls his head back, emerald eyes staring deep into mine, like he wants to dive inside and drown in my depths. “Just enjoy the moment, kitten.”
“I can’t,” I whisper, hating the defeat lacing my words. My throat clogs, emotion getting caught in the passage. “This was a mistake.”
“No, this was a conscious decision between two sexually compatible adults. Don’t let fleeting regret taint the best orgasm of your life.”
