Kieran’s hand buries into the hair at the nape of my neck and tugs roughly. He punctuates each word with a rapid jerk. “What did you say?”
“Fuck you, Kier—”
His mouth crushes onto mine. I’m left breathless while our tongues wrestle. I attempt to extract his expert tongue from my mouth, then settle for the next best thing—to dominate the kiss. White-hot pain creates a fissure in the center of my tongue. It’s as if he’s cleaved it in two like a serpent’s. I gasp on blood and the peppermint taste of his mouth as Kieran invades and strokes the pain away with his tongue.
Finally, he allows me to suck in oxygen. In a liberating, relieving moment, my hand cracks along Kieran’s jaw. Surprise doesn’t cross the ruthless craze in his eyes.
He saw this coming. Anticipated it.
I’m cautious now, unable to keep my eyes off Kieran, observing him intently. Unlike the defiant strike, my gaze seems to ask,How will you punish me?
"Awe, What's the matter, Ava?” His taunt is delicious, hands loosely wrapped around my throat. "My little birdie’s not flapping her wings. I thought you wanted to leave the nest, fly away?"
I stroke the back of his hands, benevolently securing my throat. “Why not pursue a woman wholovesordesiresyou, Kieran. I don’t want you, nor do I need you.”
His mouth brushes the tip of my nose. “Brilliant. Aye, you don’t need me.”
“Cut the sarcasm. You stopped me from a moment of weakness. Send me back to California. I’ll send you a fucking gift card. How does that sound,pendejo.”
Though his hands are firm at my throat, he’s not constricting. His forehead kisses mine, thumbs languid over my cheeks. The rainspouts of the shower drown out some of his voice as he spews more deceptive lies. “I’ve not been alive for a long, long time. Seeing you on that ledge brought me back to life—helped me breathe again.”
Kieran’s Gaelic utterance sounds familiar like he’s made the same statement before. Moreover, he stares at me with a warm, crazed look. I snort, “So you’re my white savior?”
“And you’re my gorgeous angel—my savior, too.”
Someone who needs me as much as I need him.Yeah, right. That’s a dream. A fucking amalgamation of longing, craving, doubt, and envy overtakes me. This isn’t a novel where the girl gets whisked away by the knight in shining armor. Screw the fairytale drama. A toad is a toad. But dammit, if I were honest with myself, Kieran’s declaration shot an arrow through my chest. I’m stunned to the point of catatonia. A retort lies dormant in my throat. A threat lodges in my soul as he carries me into the shower. I just realize I’m naked. Kieran too.
Overwhelmed, I go to the imaginary place I would with Adnan. It was an old daydream. A place in Belize, withmi familia, with a guy who could love me for me, who could save me from the drug trade my parents ran from. And I could save him. It’s refreshing to know when a relationship is push, pull, give, take, compromise, and love.
Not I need you.
Not I love you. That shit is unrequited.
When I come to, panic rears in my gaze, and I’m hyperventilating as Kieran’s fingers thrust into my pussy.
I’m wet. So wet.
The water following the curve of my body and the line of his muscles isn’t wetter than me.
I’m broken because it feels so fucking good. Kieran’s fingers gather more juice that he spreads over my nipples. He cleans the liquid lust off with his mouth. Something tells me this agonizingly sensual foreplay has become a pattern. That while my thoughts took over, he’d alternated between finger fucking and tongue tweaking my breasts.
Before Kieran repeats this, I grab his hand. As if under a compulsion, I capture his fingers in my mouth, cleaning my juices from them. Fireworks climb the length of my spine as pain shimmies down it when Kieran slams me against the wall. While he groans my name, his hands control my thighs, and he towers above me. He’s muscular, tall, and strong, something to be revered and feared, though I don’t grant him the pleasure of saying so.
His cockhead lines along my slit, and I truly come back to reality. I beg him, “Stop.”
11
Kieran
Iscorn the idea of pulling Ava from her mounted position, not with her body screaming for my submission.Feck, if she only knew the power she wielded too. I grip her thighs. Her body glides up the wall, and my knees sink to the floor of the shower. Alright, no dick, but I’m addicted to the sweet moans she offered up to me.
She tugs my hair, attempting to wind her fists around my shorter strands. Aye, cutting my hair at her request had finally come to my aid. She strives to dislodge my tongue from the depth of her cunt. As the shower water drowns her screams, I kiss, fingerfeck, and feast on her lips. With my tongue curled around Ava’s clit, I beg her release. Thenoesfade into moans. The slick hold she has pulls instead of pushes, and I slurp at Ava’s goodness.
“Oh, yesssss, ohhh. Yesssss. Fuck ohhhh. Nooooo.” Ava finds herself, only to lose herself over to passion as the water beats at my back. Stroking Ava’s thighs, I bring her limp legs from over my shoulders. I stand to my full height, grip her hair, and brush a kiss over her face.
After a passionate taste, Ava pushes away from me. “I said no!”
My mouth smacks against her forehead, and I dip down until our eyes clash. “You said ‘Oh, yes.Feckme, Kieran.’ ”