“Stop!”I snapped.
Right before my eyes, my husband shoved down his zipper and clasped my cheeks as if I were a piece of trash. His cock assaulted the back of my throat the second he thrust inside of me.
There are a couple of things about sucking a man’s dick. You can’t escape to another world. You have requirements. Stay in the here. Stay in the now. Knead. Massage. Swirl. Lick. Oye, I’d take missionary anytime over this.
“Are you distracted?” Adnan pushed me away from his long, thin slobbery erection. “Why must I repeat myself, Ava?”
As I rose to my feet, pink-highlighted physical development terms still flashed in my brain. Adnan fisted the empty glass.
Grateful he had a change of mind, I sighed out, “Good ni—”
Adnan smashed his glass against the marble, and shards propelled across the floor. My husband’s vicious glower sent my stomach bottoming out.
“Now,get down, Ava.”
* * *
Ihaven’t thought about that incident in so long. After all the years it took to escape my ex-husband, sucking his dick while I kneeled in bits of glass wasn’t his worst indiscretion.
I blink a few times, and Kiera’s apologizing. “I didn’t mean to startle you, Ava.”
Throat sealed, the muscles at the sides of my mouth ascend. I can’t reassure her, and she’s already joking to Kieran that he picked arefinedmate. She sniggers about how I handled her arrival last week.
Kieran’s no longer holding my leg hostage. When had he released me? He takes on an assertive tone. “Sister, go check on those two incompetent caretakers of yours.”
“Okay . . . I . . . need to . . .” she murmurs, squatting down to help Bertha retrieve the broken bowl. Kieran’s intense, dark gaze sears through me. Beneath the table, I nervously touch a hand over my jean-covered knees. Fine blemishes and scars still cover the area.
The ladies leave, and Kieran’s hand heats my thigh.Oye Dios, he’s harder to dupe than Adnan ever was.
Affection eclipses the shadow of darkness in his soul. “You’re thinking ofhim.”
I heft a shoulder. “You butthurt?”
“My stance has never changed, Ava.” Kieran breathes out a heavy sigh. “I took you off the ledge—physically—and I’m still striving to do so, metaphorically.”
I roll my eyes away, then think better of ending the discussion. With a narrow gaze, I target Kieran. “But you’re likehim,right? Play up the charm. Once the chase is over, you becomediscontent.”
With his hands balled into fists, his knuckles run white. “You won’t give me a chance!”
“What sort of chance is there for us? And yes, you’re no different from my ex-husband. Demanding. Taking.Always fucking taking.”
“Ahh, I assumed a few things. Such as every time I touched your lips, I wasgiving.That I touched you differently than the last lad,”Kieran replies in a calm, light tone.Damn, my continued rejection has hurt him more tonight than usual. Why?
“This isn’t a fantasy.” I push out my chair.
“Could be.” He settles back in his seat, then clasps my thigh as I’m rising. “I could make you happy, Ava. I reckon expensive and extravagant gifts don’t appeal to you,eun beag.”
“No, they don’t.”
Kieran’s fingers run circles around my wrists. He presses my legs wide, dominating me into a mounted position on his lap.
“I know when you’re happiest.” Kieran’s gray eyes transform into obsidian gems, smoldering in desire. His tone warms the nectar already brewing between my thighs as he adds, “You’re bloodyfeckingelated when I stuff my tongue in your pussy, lass. That makes me happy too.”
“Sex doesn’t make people happy.”Or does it?My position on the subject skewed the second Kieran touched me.
“That’s where you’re wrong, little bird. It’s scientifically proven. Sex increases those . . .” His knuckles rap softly on the table while he ponders the right words.
He’s thinking ofendorphinswhile I contemplatehate.