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With my satin dress bunched up, he slides his hands down the back of my panties to grab my ass, squeezing my flesh possessively like I’m still his to touch.
Fuck, I hate that my body responds to it.
“Get away from me,” I say, heat rushing to my face.
“I’d rather die,” he states.
My eyes widen and shoot to his, and then he’s grabbing me, hoisting me up on the counter. “Killian,” I say uneasily. “What are you doing?”
“Taking what’s mine.”
“I am not yours.” I try to shove at him, but he plants himself between my thighs. “I’m serious, Killian. They’re right upstairs.” I’m afraid of what happens if I let him trap me here, so I try to slide off the counter.
But I just slide into his hard body, and I’m stuck here, my legs straddling him, my pelvis pressed right against him.
“That’s more like it,” he murmurs, sliding his hand under my thigh.
My cheeks flush. “I’m trying to get down.”
“You want down?” he asks. “I’ll let you down.”
I don’t think he means it, but to my surprise, he grips my ass and lifts me, then takes a step back. He carries me away from the counter, probably realizing I can’t land easily in these heels. He holds me up, making me straddle him for a hot moment, then he eases me down.
I lick my lips when my feet touch the floor, my body flushed and responding to the friction of sliding down his body.
But I told him I was off the table if he was going to marry Sloane, and goddammit, I meant it.
It didn’t mean I wanted to be, but if he’s going to marry her…
Reality is like a splash of ice water to the face. I swallow, taking a slow step back, but before I can, Killian reaches out and grabs a fistful of my hair. I gasp in surprise, my gaze shooting to him, and then he meets my gaze and says, “Get on your knees.”
Heart racing, I shake my head no.
“No?” He raises his eyebrows. “All right.”
Then, like that day on the balcony in Paris, he forces me down.
I don’t want to be there this time, but it’s hard to get up in these stupid heels, and his firm grip on my hair makes it hard, too.
“What the hell, Killian?”
My heart jumps when he unzips his pants and takes his cock out.
“Killian…” I look up at him a bit fearfully.
“That’s it, baby.” He reaches down and grabs my jaw. “Open that pretty fucking mouth.”
I seal my lips shut and glare at him.
He smirks.
Then he fists my hair tighter and hauls me forward, rubbing my face roughly against the side of his cock. “I said open up,” he rumbles.
My pussy throbs and I hate myself for it, then he forces his fingers into my mouth to open it, and I moan when he forces his cock between my lips.
I’m revolted by the gush of wetness between my thighs as I grip his strong thighs, struggling to take him as he forces his cock deep in my throat without warning.
“I’m gonna be inside you one way or the other, Brynn. You may as well be a good girl for me.”
