Kieran grunts out, “Feel good?”
“Yes,” I pant, too consumed by ecstasy to withhold the truth.
“You’re mine, little bird. You know that, right?” The tenderness crackling beneath every word makes me squirm with a desire to say,Yes.I belong to you—four simple words.
What the hell is he doing to me?I’d deny the assertion a million times. With his cock pumping my ass, his fingers thrumming my clit, and his other hand massaging my breast, I’m not wearing my usual coat of arms. Eyes biting shut, I give myself to euphoria and nod.
There’s a sharp bite in his tone as he orders, “Say it.”
I sweep a palm over Kieran’s forearm, marveling at his touch. I cup the back of his hand that’s pawing my breast. He kisses the slope of me, and I kiss his fingers. “Please, Kieran . . .”Stop with the controlling antics.
As I said, sociopaths tend to be charismatic. They present a certain façade until the last possible moment. I thought I’d met Kieran McFarland, the nightmare. I was wrong.
Delicious, dark heat spreads through me as I beg, “Just fuck me, Kieran.” His hard chest is against my back, heated skin soothing the beating he already bestowed on my ass. “Ineverbeg, Kieran,” my voice croaks. “This feels amazing. Fuck me,please,”I conclude with another dreaded word.
He laughs, yet there’s no humor in his tone. “Justfeckyou? I can do that.”
A tiny scrap of black silk is in my line of vision. What once made my pussy lips quiver when Kieran entered the bedroom on many occasions loops around my neck. He doesn’t grant me a single moment to protest. My back crunches against Kieran’s chest, and his cock slaughters my tiny hole again. His vicious thrusts are relentless, punishing. My thoughts and feelings are waging war. My fingers are eager to tweak my abandoned pussy. Kieran’s hands are no longer caressing or adoring my body but fisting each side of his silk rope, which is constricting the little bit of oxygen I have.
From behind me, Kieran asks, “You gonna pass out?”
Cool, precious oxygen slams into my lungs as Kieran removes the silk from my throat and pulls out of me. I’m free of the choking contraption, but not his dominating touch. Kieran’s hand presses down my lower back, arching me more. The warmth of his breath tingles across my bare ass. While resting a hand there, his mouth latches onto my pussy, and he thrusts a thumb into my ass. The double penetration is so dreamy that my entire body shuts down. I softly rock back on my hands and knees, panting for oxygen and more of him stuffing me.
“Catch your breath, little bird.” Kieran’s mouth fastens onto my little clit, sucking his lips around the nub and flicking it with his tongue. The second I moan, the black silk rope twines around my neck again.
Craning my neck, I scrutinize him over my shoulder. “Kieran, nnnn—”
My lungs rattle against my rib cage, seeking more of the hot commodity.
Kieran, this vicious animal, alternates from bending me over and slipping his tongue into my sex. He eats me out from the back, delivering a long sensual lick along the length of my slit, parting my petals. He sweeps his tongue up and down my tight hole before dragging it over my clit. Just as I scream in desire, the tie constricts my throat again.
It’s maddening. Ruthless. Erotic.
I’m powerless in my folded position as the intimidating Kieran fucks hard into me. While he screws my back out, I breathlessly taunt my pearl, gasping into my furiously deprived lungs.
“Your cunt’s so juicy, lassie, but this tight ass . . . mmmm. Are you mine?”
“Yessss, yesss, yes!” Call me crazy, but I break.
Kieran grasps my hips, holding me in place, and he grinds into me as deep as possible.
Consumed by lust, I meet Kieran’s thrusts as he savagely fucks me with deep strokes. He slaps my sore ass then spreads my cheeks. I glance over my shoulder.Is Kieran watching his throbbing cock disappear inside my honey cakes?The look in his eyes makes my knees weak with desire, and my already screaming spine arches for more. He's going to cum.
Kieran violently slams his throbbing cock into me one last time, roaring his release. The swell of euphoria detonates. Bright, blazing thrills rocket through my nerves, radiating straight from my abused ass. The intensity of it feels like I’ve jumped a building, nix the parachute. Not that fucking hotel building in Los Angeles. But one a million stories from the ground. As I free fall, the lonely walls of my lesser abused pussy spasm. The earth-shattering anal orgasm leaves me crash-landing to the ground in a trillion tiny scraps of brokenness. Jets of hot streaming seed funnels into me. Kieran’s hard body crashes down on top of me.
Heart pounding in my ears, I lie next to him. We sprawl over the bed. Kieran loosens the silk cord from around my neck, brushing his lips over the throbbing agony as I groan, pushing him away. In retaliation, Kieran hauls off and grabs my face, planting his mouth against mine. This is the first time he’s fucked me like he hated me, yet he still kisses likethis.Oye, my alluring contradiction. Too tired to further analyze the lococabrón, I focus on the thudding of his heartbeat—the perfect lullaby.
I can’t help one feeling rushing through me. One I hadn’t acknowledged in years. Not since my papa did his best to keep the cartel from his fishing wharf. Not since Mama risked her life to get us back across the American border. I run a hand over Kieran’s chest. With a measured breath, I realize it would knock me on my ass if I weren’t already down. I lean into the bizarre feeling, letting it sweep over me. While lying in my enemies’ arms, I feel . . . safe.
29
Kieran
Guarantee the safety of your clan—Uncle Ewan’s order warps through my mind. Worstfeckingtime to go and get paranoid. Myeun beaghas found pure peace in my arms, and I’m so wrapped up in my duty to stay vigilant, I cannot see straight.
Gotta keep Ava and Kiera safe.
Who is the dead bampot?