His hands brush against my upper thigh, lifting me slightly, his hot breath against my pussy making me shiver with need—the kind of need I never expected any man to unleash within me. I’m so turned on by him, I might be out of my mind.
He growls into my pussy before slamming my ass against the wall. “Put your legs around me.”
“What? You’re gonna drop me.”
“I won’t drop you. I want to fuckin’ bury my face in that sweet pussy and suffocate. Put your legs around me. I don’t like to repeat myself.”
I hesitate for a moment before I wrap my legs around his neck, holding myself still. His hands roam up my thighs before gripping my ass.
Ciaran groans against my clit. “So pink and pretty.”
A moan escapes my lips as he licks me, my body vibrating with slightest movement of his wicked tongue. “Fuck. Right there, please don’t stop.”
My head hits the wall, and I close my eyes. Desperate need makes me shut out everything else in the world, losing myself in the moment. I’ve never allowed myself to lower my guard, too petrified about what’s lurking around the corner. Ciaran’s capable touch has created a moment in time where I’m safe.
He sucks my clit into his mouth, and I see stars. Fuckin’ stars. “Oh, god.”
“Open your eyes, Hellcat. I want you to know it’s me sending you to heaven and no one else.”
I open my eyes and look down into the crystal blue ones blazing back at me. Watching Ciaran eat me out like a starved man devouring the first meal he’s had in months is enough to send me over the edge. The man is on a mission, and nothing will hold him back. He manipulates my clit like a master, and it’s mind-blowing.
I can’t help wondering how many women he’s been with, but I shut the thought out. This is nothing more than sex. It’s none of my damn business who he’s been with.
I close my eyes and shudder as Ciaran bites on my clit, bringing my attention back to him. A sting of pain shoots through me, and although it’s jarring, I crave it. Still, I tug at his hair as a warning that he’s not messing with some defenseless woman. “Watch your teeth.”
“When I ask you to do something, you do it. I said, eyes on me, Hellcat. You can either get a reward or a punishment, so choose carefully.”
I’ve always been one to test the boundaries, and this is no different. I smile at Ciaran before closing my eyes.
He growls right before my body is propelled into the air, my fall broken by the springy mattress.
“What the fuck, Ciaran?”
I scoot back on the bed as he stalks towards me. All playfulness is gone, and I see the monster flash in his eyes. It’s evident he’s trying to control his rage, but his reaction is hot. I’ve pushed the button that unleashes the beast, and I want more. I want it all.
“I like control, Hellcat,” he says raggedly. “I need it. Don’t play games. You won’t like what I turn into.”
“I want it.”
“No, you don’t. You’ll freak out. And I plan on keeping you around.”
I rise on my hands and knees and crawl over to him. Reaching up, I wrap my arms around his shoulders. “I always say what I mean. I want something real and raw. I want to see who you really are, not the Ciaran you show the rest of the world. Give it to me, Ciaran. Give me the pain, the anger, the hurt. I’ll carry yours, and I’ll give you mine.”
“Get up and strip,” Ciaran demands.
I slowly get off the bed and stand directly in front of him. Locking eyes with him, I peel off my shirt, pulling it over my head and letting it drop to the floor.
“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful,” he whispers as I unhook my bra and toss it next to my shirt.
I’m exposed, standing here, completely naked of my clothing and my blades.
Ciaran seems to recognize my discomfort. He steps away from me and walks over to the wall, retrieving the blade I threw at his head earlier.
He hands it to me. “Hold on to it.”
I smile. Most people would think this is bat shit crazy, but for people like us, the gesture is sweet, almost romantic.
I take the blade from him and discard it on the bed. “I won’t need it.”
Ciaran moves to the bed and snatches it up. He takes my hand and places it in my palm, closing my fingers around the blade. “Keep it close.”
Panic shoots through me. “What are you scared you’ll do to me, Ciaran?”
“I’m a killer who gets rock hard by strangling people, Parisa. You might need it. I don’t think I’ll ever kill you. I know I don’t want to, but when I get in that zone, I’m not sure what I’m capable of.”