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All I heard next was a primal grunt before his fingers locked around my wrist and pulled me back to him. I landed on his lap, his hard cock pushed up against my back.
He said nothing as he shifted his cock under me, sliding into me quickly. I moaned as I felt his cock stretch my pussy walls. Killian gripped my hips, slowly moving me up and down. One hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing slightly as his other arm moved around my hips to hold me there. His fingers dug into the side of my throat, causing a spark to shoot down my body to my toes and up to my pussy. My pussy throbbed around his cock as he moved me up and down. He was in me so deep that I couldn’t think of anything other than his mouth on my neck, his fingers on my neck and his cock deep in me. He grunted in my ear as he held back his own finish. I could feel his hand from my hips travel down to my clit, slowly rubbing as I groaned, tossing my head back on his shoulder. I tried to move my neck but his hand cut off my breathing every time. I laid my head back on his shoulder and let him move me the way he wanted me. I was completely at his mercy and I was honestly totally okay with that. I wanted to relish every goddamn move, the way he felt inside of me, the way my body moved in tune with him. I hated to think of the way his body seemed to be a perfect fit for my own.
Like we were meant to be.
Because this wasn't meant to be a kind of deal. In the morning, he’d be gone and I would be heartbroken again. I needed to put my shields up with no access to my heart.
Even though I knew that was impossible.
Killian squeezed my throat again and snapped me back to the present. His cock plundering its way for gold. A groan escaped from my throat as I started to rotate my hips on his lap. Killian groaned loudly in my ear as he fucked me from below.
Within moments, Killian had flipped me over onto my stomach on the bed and pulled my hips up. My ass was in the air. I tried to pull myself up but before I could, I felt his hand on my back, keeping my face down on the bed. His cock slammed into me from behind. Killian’s hand wound into my hair and pulled back, lifting my head off the bed. The pull from the action caused my throat to push against my skin. Breathing was difficult but it didn’t scare me. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me, but I don’t think he had ever fucked me this hard before. I hated to admit it, but I didn’t hate it. I shoved my hands down on the bed and hefted myself up. It made it easier to breathe, and yet his cock was causing me to gasp in exhilaration.
He let go of my hair, the hand grasping my hip before it moved down and around to my clit. I screamed out as his finger rubbed my over sensitive little nub. Killian continued at my clit as he slammed into me. With both rhythms, my mind was going into overdrive as my pussy began to pulsate. I gripped the sheets as my pussy throbbed around his hard cock. Killian let out a strangled moan as I began to fuck his cock by moving my body up and down. I’d never needed anything so much in my life. But I needed his cock.
Finally, I tumbled over the edge, my pussy exploding around his cock as he continued to work my clit. I shoved his fingers away when it got too much as I landed down on the bed, face first. I was sucking in the sheet into my mouth with my deep breaths but I didn’t care. Killian gave me a few seconds to recover before he flipped me onto my back and pulled my hips up, sliding his cock into me again, his face hovering over mine as he slid his body against mine. His lips claimed mine in a hard kiss, before he pummeled into me. A couple of thrusts and he was bursting into me, pump after pump. His face contorted into what could only be explained as a pained expression.
Slowly, he rolled onto his back, his cock still hard as he breathed hard next to me, his eyes closed. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to walk just yet so I laid there next to him, looking at the pure beauty that was Killian O’Farrell.
The man I had always loved, no matter how hard I tried to ignore it.
And now, I knew I was well on my way to having my heart broken again.
* * *
The coffee was warmingme up just perfectly this morning. I’d left Killian asleep in the bed and crept out to the kitchen to fuel my brain. I had no idea why he had come to Dublin but it couldn’t be good. I didn’t want the O’Farrell wars to spill out into Dublin when I just moved here. If I’d wanted him gone, I could have easily called Sinead and she and Darren would have come over with reinforcements but I knew Killian would take off soon, with the last remnants of my already broken heart. I looked out the window of my dining room, onto the street below and wondered if it was worth waking him and telling him to leave. I knew he would if I asked him to, that was something I could always be assured of. He always listened to me.
Surely his presence hadn’t gone unnoticed. Dublin was controlled by the O’Farrell’s as with all Irish cities but they were rarely here, and no one from their businesses were out here to keep it in check. I had a feeling Dubliners didn’t much care for the power they exerted.
My phone dinged. I checked it to see Sinead’s name pop up.
Sinead
Are you coming to work today or did I drink you under the table?
Sloane
I’ll be in later. I just need to take care of some stuff. I have an appointment. Sorry.
Sinead
Okay. Let me know if I can help.
I sent her a thumbs up and put my phone back down. I hated to do this to her on the second day of work but I couldn’t exactly tell her Killian O’Farrell was here. She even hated him back in the day when we had been dating. I could only imagine how much she hated him now and would desperately disapprove.
My chest tensed when I heard footsteps around the hallway. I looked over to see Killian walking out, his pants on but he was shirtless. The tattoo of his family crest on his chest stood out in the daylight. He had multiple other tattoos all around it but they’d come after I had known him. I still remember the day he’d shown me the tattoo his father had forced all his sons to get.
“Hey,” I said. He smirked over at me, fully aware of what that smirk did to me. I got up from the chair at my table and moved over to the kitchen to keep my idle hands from reaching out for him. “Coffee?”
“Only if you make it properly.”
I rolled my eyes before I pulled out a bottle of Irish Whiskey and made it exactly how he loved it. Killian relaxed into the chair. I hated how at ease he was in my apartment, and I especially hated how damn good he looked in the chair.
I finished his coffee and put it down in front of him before I sat back down, opposite him. “What are you doing in Dublin?”
His smirk dissipated and he took a sip of his coffee. “Why would you think it wasn’t just because of you?”
I rolled my eyes but my heart secretly wanted to hear that it was for me. I was doomed.
