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Strong fingers bite into my hips. He strokes into me five times, hard. Then stops, winds his right hand into my hair, bites my neck, and hotly says, “Feel that? That’s the only cock that ever touches this pussy.”
Yes.Yes.I nod against the tight hold he has on my hair. I can’t imagine ever wanting someone else to touch me like this.
Only Kieran. If I can’t have this, then it’s no one.
He strokes again. Dragging the wide head of his erection against something deep and hungry inside of me.
A pinpoint of hot white light begins to grow deep within my core. Getting bigger and bigger every second.
My fingers try to dig into the smooth marble of the vanity counter. I’m swarmed with crackling energy. Every inch of my skin is alive with sensation. The metal of his zipper is biting me and the sides of his suit coat brush against my heated, trembling hips.
It’s perfect. Painful. Beautiful. Shattering. Utterly freeing.
I’m seconds away from detonating and Kieran knows this. He knows my body so well that he expertly orchestrates my pleasure. With perfect timing, he fists my hair, arches me back, and pounds his body into mine until I explode.
My scream is snared by the tie across my mouth. It burns my throat and vibrates my chest, all the way to the tips of my nipples. Melting deeper, I fall into the oblivion of pleasure.
Nothing exists but his touch. Everywhere. Inside and out.
As the wave passes, my legs falter, my hands slip against the stone. I’m only kept from falling by the steely arm he has lashed around my waist now.
None of this stops him. He goes on, calling me his. Telling me how good I feel. How I’m made for him. How he’ll kill any other man that touches me as he pounds into me. Takes. Gives me everything. Owns me.
Claiming me with all the power and energy inside him. Until he roars and shoves me down. Forcing my chest flat onto the counter with a hand in the center of my back.
The marble is icy against my burning face. I pant against the cold, my lungs still screaming. Deep inside of me, he jolts. His cock throbs violently, filling me with his hot seed.
I don’t know how long we’re like this.
He’s rigid and silent.
I’m an emotional mess, so I close my eyes and focus on coaxing my rioting heart under control. The ejaculate he poured into me leaves a trail down my thigh.
It shocks me when he jerks me up by my shoulders. He whirls me around fast enough to make my head swim, then pushes me down so that my bare bottom crashes onto the closed lid of the toilet.
What shocks me even more as I sit there stunned is the hardness of his expression.
CHAPTERFOURTEEN
Clenching my teeth, I look at the wreckage from what I’ve just done. God damnit. I’m a sick fuck.
My hands are shaking. I shove my cock in my pants and jerk the tie off of Carra’s mouth.
Her eyes are shimmering with moisture. There’s a mark across both her cheeks from my tie. The corners of her mouth have little tears that are bleeding. She’s dazed. Unsteady and half-clothed.
Anger is running hot beneath my muscles, scorching my bones. My head is a mess. The fucking image of Carra pregnant and the sight of her in that bastard’s arms are on an ever-looping slide show in my brain.
She flinches when I cup her cheek. “I’m sorry,” I utter as my angry heart tries to suffocate me.
Dazed, Carra uses her shaky fingers to touch her mouth. The pads of her fingers are tinted with blood when she pulls them away. She won’t look at me. And I thank god for it. I’d probably snap in a thousand shards if she did.
I try to swallow and can’t. “I’m fucked up right now. I need to get out of here and get some air.”
Squeezing her bare thighs with her hands, her fingers bite into her legs. Circles of white blanch around her nails as she presses her knees together.
Neither of us say anything as time twists its knife into my gut.
When I turn for the door, I’m hell-bent on getting the hell away from her before I do more to hurt the woman I just admitted that I love. Only, she stops me with a whispered, broken, “K-Kieran.”
