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“Maia’s so fucking broken there’s not a damn thing I can do to break her more, so I gave her the means to protect herself,” he said.
“What are you going to do to me?” I wasn’t fucking sure I wanted to know.
“You’re not immortal, Killian,” Lane reminded me. “The threat of taking you away from your family will be motivation enough. I’m not looking to fucking break you. I’m looking to save your family from you.”
“I’d like to think they’ll never need saving from me.”
“Reality is so much harsher than our dreams. Go back to the hotel. Talk to your wife. It’s best you be on the same page. I’ll be in touch.”
“Okay.” I nodded because nodding seemed to be the only fucking thing I could do. I didn’t have the words to articulate the immense array of feelings inside me. I took his invitation to leave, ready to get the fuck out of his murder house.
I was almost out the fucking door when he called after me.
“And Killian? Set two plates for New Year’s Eve. Beau and I will be there.”
The wedding. How the fuck had he known about that? Genevieve and I hadn’t even brought it up to my family that we were planning a second wedding at the end of the year.
“How did you know?” I asked.
“I make it my business to know everything my team does,” Lane said. “I’ll see you at the end of the year.”
Chapter 136
Genevieve
Fuck, I love crotchless panties,” Killian growled. The sound sent a delicious wave of vibrations through my body. I would’ve laughed, but my skin was on fire, and I couldn’t catch my breath. I gripped the edge of the small desk for dear life with one hand and tightened my fingers in his hair with the other.
His tongue circled my clit, and his teeth tugged lightly on my piercing. I exploded with a loud moan, my head tipping back against the vanity mirror. I saw stars. God bless pregnancy hormones because the orgasms were other-worldly.
“Oh, Ian,” I let out as his tongue continued its meticulous assault. “Please, Ian. I need you.”
“Anything you want, princess,” he murmured. His teeth sank into my thigh briefly. I gasped and squirmed. “Do you know how fucking gorgeous you are when you’re impatient and needy?”
“The ceremony is going to start soon,” I said quietly. I grabbed his belt and dragged him closer. When I leaned forward to kiss him, he pulled away with a laugh.
“Your make-up.”
“I can redo my make-up.”
“You look so fucking gorgeous though.” He evaded my second attempt at a kiss, making me scowl with frustration.
“If you don’t kiss me, Killian Donovan Byrne, I swear I will make your life miserable starting tomorrow,” I threatened without an ounce of malice. I knew I was lying, he knew I was lying, but we both knew he’d humor me anyway. And he did. His mouth crashed into mine, teeth scraping along my bottom lip.
He swallowed every desperate sound I made as I fumbled through unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants. The man offered no help, instead focusing on teasing me with his hands. They slid up my thighs and swept up my sides. He brushed his thumbs over my nipple piercings, sending a wondrous shock through my body.
Wrapping my hand around his dick, I stroked him slowly. He planted his hands on the table with a sigh. His hips rocked with every pass of my hand. I swiped my thumb over his slit, gathering the bead of pre-cum and sucking it off.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he growled, making the mirror behind me vibrate. I was getting used to the way his new growls made things rattle and shake. It was ridiculously hot when it was because of me. He grabbed my hips and dragged me to the edge. “Knees up, my sinful princess, and watching your volume.”
“Yes, Sir.” I lasted all of two seconds being silent. The moan that came out of me as he buried himself to the hilt inside me was loud and untamed.
“Quiet, Genevieve,” Killian whispered. Every thrust was perfection that had me sky-high. “You’ll scar the church ladies.”
“Wouldn’t want that,” I managed to say. Leaning back on my hands, I dug my heels into the backs of his thighs for encouragement. “Faster!”
He picked up his pace. The vanity thudded off the wall, fast and hard. My body was on fire despite me being in nothing more than a bra and panties. My chest heaved, and his name fell off my lips in a chant.
“Touch yourself for me, princess,” he ordered. “Make yourself come on my cock.”
