“Cara—.” My name sounds like honey from his lips, and his teeth bury into my shoulder as I cum. It hits me like a punch. My entire body locks up as I cry out, my nails scrape down his back, my heels dig into his ass, and my body arches into his as pleasure falls over me. Again and again. I’m suspended in pleasure, tremors moving through my body of their own will, and as I clench around Killian’s cock, I distantly hear him cry out. Then heat floods deep into my core and his hips stutter in their movements.
He joins me in suspension as he cums and we float together, light as a feather amidst a sea of pleasure.
Nothing matters in that moment. It’s just him and me.
Then the pleasure starts to fade, and my feather turns into rock.
He came. Inside me.
I didn’t even think of protection; I don’t know if he even cares.
Killian grinds against me, and his panting breaths brush over my skin like a loving touch. He holds me close as we ride those aftershocks together, my core milking his cock for every drop, and the heat spreads inside me. Marked and claimed as his, written into my very bones.
My purity shattered.
My promise, broken.
9
KILLIAN
Cara belongs to me now. It doesn’t matter what happens in the future, or where the decisions of our families might take us. Her purity belongs to me, which makes her mine.
She dances around my mind as the water from the shower pours over me, stinging the marks she scratched into my back. Last night was… amazing. I’d dreamed and fantasized about what it would be like to take her, but none of it compares to the real thing. She’s everything I hoped for and more. Fucking her in the kitchen hadn’t been my room of choice, but I’m not complaining, not when I was able to carry her up the stairs and take her again.
She’d taken my cock easier the second time. And I relish being able to carve her body out just for me.
The thought makes my cock throb, and I curse my morning arousal. I can still feel her clenching around me, milking me for everything I had and more. She’s my sexy sorceress. I know because now that I’ve had a taste, it’s all I can think about.
And as much as I’d love to stay home and fuck her till she can’t even walk, I have a meeting with Dante and Sienna.
As I hurriedly wash away the rest of the soap, I’m fully aware of a returning throb at the base of my skull and the cotton feeling in my mouth. I had two drinks last night, barely enough to calm my cravings, and yet the moment Cara touched me, all desire to drink had faded. Even through the night, I hadn’t been woken by the obsessive urge for alcohol. I hadn’t even managed to make it out to meet Archer and resume interrogating the bastards at the brothel. She’d distracted me from my anger and my drinking.
But the morning has returned them with a vengeance.
I try to ignore it as I dry myself off and dress in a light grey suit, complete with a black shirt underneath. I hate dressing like this, but family meetings require formality, and what we have to talk about is serious.
I move through to the bedroom, where Cara is still asleep. Her skin seems paler now that I can see the dark bruises my teeth left on her throat and shoulders; I can only imagine how the rest of her body looks. Sadly there’s no time for that. I lean down and press a gentle kiss to her forehead. She stirs and rolls over, causing her black hair to cascade over the pillow like a wave.
“Killian?” Her voice is rough and I smirk.Too much screaming out in pleasure,I think.
“It’s me,” I say and she blinks sleepily up at me. It’s hard to tear myself away. “I have to go, I have a meeting with Dante and Sienna, but Archer is here. He’ll look after you while I’m gone. You’ll be safe here.”
She nods, still caught in the throes of sleep as she tries to process what I’m saying. I’d stay, but I’m already late.
She doesn’t leave my thoughts as I head out of the house and into the car Tony has waiting for me. He looks a little tired as he welcomes me into the car. Cara had distracted me fromeverythinglast night, and I feel slightly out of the loop. No woman has ever had that kind of effect on me before.
As we drive, I dwell on what she’s been through. Experiencing betrayal from her family, on top of her father’s lies, has to be hard. It’s been a couple of years since Blair ripped me apart, and I still get heart palpitations at the sight of her. Betrayal from a loved one cuts deeper than anything else.
Maybe I can help her. After all, it’s now one sure thing we have in common.
I shift in my seat, and my back smarts sharply from the fresh scratches being irritated by my shirt. It’s a nice feeling, though. I like that she’s left her mark on me, too, and as Tony takes a rather sharp corner, it reminds me of how her body jolted against mine.
She’s broken her promise now. She’s no longer pure in the eyes of her family, andIdid that. It doesn’t bring me the same kind of satisfaction it might have had she broken it while I still hated her. I don’thateher anymore; I know that much. I know this because I now have to help her keep this a secret until we are wed, but that doesn’t deter me.
I’ll still enjoy the fact I’ve broken through her arrogant stubbornness. She belongs to me fully now, no matter how she might fight it. I catch Tony staring at me in the rearview mirror and realize I’m smiling to myself. I force it to vanish, just in time, before we pull up to Dante and Sienna’s place.
Sienna greets me at the door with a smile and leads the way inside. I catch a glimpse of Dante in a room as I pass, he seems to be settling Emila down with the nanny, and the sight pulls slightly at a deeply hidden warmth in my chest. Children have never been in the cards for me. While Sienna had mentioned previously that my child would be the heir to the Irish family after the wedding, I’d ignored it.