Oye, how I hate every sinew of muscle in my body for urging me toward him. Hate myself for the simplest thing asreactingtohim.Dammit, I cannot stand his genuine attempt at making me laugh too.
It’s an effort to control the laughter brimming from my soul. I push against his chest. His arms swoop around me as if I weren’t aware I’m locked in.
I deadpan. “We are in the middle of your dining hall.”
“Astute geography lesson.”
“Kieran,” I pinch out through terse lips, “this is your realm, kudos,pendejo.”
“Hmmm, what doespen. . .dejomean?” Kieran kicks up a brow, and I swear there’s a teasing gleam in his eyes.
My heartbeat skyrockets. I assess his ability to comprehend. No, he’s not bilingual. He would’ve sought revenge a long time ago.
Even so, I curb my tongue, just a tad. “I’m saying there are people around.”
“So many points of entry,” he replies, grounding his cock into my ass. While his eyes drink in every curve I have to offer, I tell myself he’s referring to the doors and windows, not my . . .
In a flash, my palms scramble for purchase on the smooth wood table as Kieran thrusts his body against my ass. His hand twines at the nape of my neck, strong chest pressed against my spine.
“I’m going tofeckyou now, Ava.”
Fueled by his threats, I attempt to jerk free. Although my sex is hyperaroused, Kieran will never have the satisfaction of knowing. At least, not without tasting or penetrating the carnality pooled between my thighs.
“Now, here’s the challenge. You know I love a brilliant challenge.” Kieran leans around until he can plant a kiss on my snarled mouth. Tiny laugh lines feather around his eyes. The hunger deep down in my body that’s only satiated by him magnifies.
“You want a challenge,” I pant, wriggling against his weight. “Find another cliff to jump off. One preferably on the opposite side of town.”
Kieran slams his hips forward, and my body crashes against the table. The impact deliciously jars my clit. “The ocean is to the east. I’d die, Ava. Would you see me dead?”
A shard of something painfully unwelcoming serrates my chest. His death, my freedom. The thought sounds foreign, ugly.
“Now, back to the challenge.” He seems satisfied that I . . . care? “You may not know this, Ava, but Ifeckhard.”
Anticipation barrels through the walls of my pussy. As if aware of the hold he has on my body, Kieran drops a few kisses at the corner of my bare shoulder. Tingles shiver the length of my spine.
“I’m going tofeckyou, Ava. Your loud screams,” he says, running his knuckles up the silk of my throat, “should keep all thearseholesmeandering about away, aye?”
Please, please fuck me.“What if I scream for help.”
“Then I,” Kieran says, gripping my ass, “will beat the defiance out of you.” His free hand squeezes my plump breast before settling on and clutching my neck. In a mischievous tone, he adds, “Orfeckyou till you pass out. You’ve options tonight, Ava.”
I stitch on a smile. A second later, I snap, “Screw you.”
“I must say, I admire your headstrong nature. Others give in too easily to me.”
Though a raging fire for Kieran consumes my body, my brain warns that caving to him will kill me.
“So, I’m gonna place this here.” I glance over my shoulder, curious as to what he means. Suddenly, powerful arms encompass my waist. Kieran’s hard body crashes into me, knocking me against the table again. The assault to my clit has me stifling a shuttered breath. Kieran reaches past me to place his handgun on the table.
Oye, the cabrón! That’s what he meant by placing something down.
“What do you want more?” he taunts, yanking my ass toward him. He forces me to grind back on his hard-on. “Your freedom or a hardfeck? See, I’ve gone seven whole days without this sweet cunt. We both know what I want.”
A surge of sexual hormones course through my veins. My ovaries beg for the assault. I hastily reach for the gun. Kieran tightly clamps his hand over the back of my neck, pressing the side of my face into the table.
My body is halved over the tabletop and pinned beneath his muscular form. I breathe erratically through my nose. I can't fight him off, but my dark, twisted sins beg to be covered by his own. Beg for the pain Kieran offers. My gaze flickers over to his piercing gray eyes. This is a game we both crave:
I deny him.