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She lets out a deep groan, letting go of her legs and spreading them wide for me. Her hands find the sheets next to her head, gripping them tight until her knuckles turn white. I watch her come completely undone under me. A beautiful sight that I wish I could watch forever.
I scissor my fingers inside of her and rub her g-spot over and over again, torturing her with a promised orgasm that I don’t let her have just yet.
Her body wiggles and twitches beneath my feet. It's as if every nerve in her body is wired with electricity; ready toexplode at any moment.
“Killian, please!”
I shove my other set of fingers into her mouth, pressing them along her tongue and teasing her in the same way my cock would. She bites them and licks around the tips of my fingers, giving me a steady look as she does so.
It’s so fucking hot that my balls clench tightly, threatening me with my own orgasm.
“Fuck,” I say tightly.
I rip my fingers out of her mouth and rub her clit with them. She screams, thighs coming together to close around me while her body shakes with an unexpected orgasm. I grin at her and continue to rub with both hands, my cock slamming into her over and over again.
I want her to drown in me. Barely being able to come up for air before I sink her back down again.
She cums, over and over and over again. Each of them exhausting her until her voice gives out and she collapses against the mattress.
I hold my hips against hers, emptying into her ass. The water that had once soaked our bodies has now been replaced with sweat.
I lean and fall onto the mattress next to her.
CHAPTERTWENTY-ONE
I’m sore all day.
Even though Killian and I reached new, crazy heights last night, I feelsosatisfied. The burn in my legs and hips is completely worth it. I’ve finally gotten a taste of the true beast that Killian is in the sheets.
I lounge around the house with Ava and Leo, the three of us passing time by watching random shows on TV and commentating bad movies. It’s a nice break from my reality—one that scares me and threatens to turn me inside out every time I think about it.
Killian has been great at pulling me out of my deep, dark thoughts, making me focus on the here and now instead of all of the mistakes that have led me up to this point.
My only regret has been, at the end of it all, my poor mother.
Leaving her alone with the monster that was my father.
Around mid-afternoon, I devise that the only way that I’m going to get rid of this terrible guilt is by getting in contact with her somehow, if that’s even possible. I need to know that she’s alright and that my father hasn’t thrown her into some kind of prison—or worse.
When Ava gets up to shower, I swipe her phone before she has a chance to take it with her, too distracted by my cat winding around her feet, begging for treats. I hide it in the couch cushion far enough away from me that if she does notice, I can blame it on it falling out of her pocket.
As soon as I hear the shower running upstairs, I pull it out and quickly dial my mother’s number. I pray to myself that she answers, even though she won’t recognize the number. I press the phone to my ear and stand to pace around the living room, each dial tone making me more and more anxious the longer she doesn’t pick up.
Finally, the tone cuts out and a small, “Hello?” greets me.
“Mom? It’s Nella.”
“...Nella?”
“Yes. I’m calling you from… uh, another phone.”
“Oh…” Her voice sounds off.
“How are you?” I clutch the phone tight in my hand, holding my breath.
Please be okay. Please be okay.
“I’m fine.”
