She’s a stronger drug thanalcohol.
Cara mutters something petulant under her breath and I lift my head, tutting softly before I silence her by crashing my lips to hers.
The world stills.
Everything is soft and bright, and at the same time, I'm at war with myself. I want totakeher, and yet I want her togiveall at the same time. It’s a split-second decision that, to my delight, she makes for me.
Cara parts her lips, opening her mouth, and I gently lick my way inside. She tastes like tea and honey. A moan works its way up my chest, burrowing into her mouth as I eagerly press into her and kiss her so desperately it’s a wonder she’s still standing. The pressure of her hands against my chest increases, and I realize she’s trying to push me away, but she still holds onto my shirt like a vice. I break the kiss with a gasp.
“I can keep you locked up if I want,” I grin down at her, darting my tongue out to lick over her lips, “I’ve already had you spread your legs for me. I’ve given youmultipleorgasms from my cock. I can make you do anything I please.” The teasing lilt in my voice makes her flush darker, and she shoves again at my chest.
“You’re impossible,” she mutters but her eyes are dark. I bet if I shove my hand down her pants, she’ll be as soaked as she was last night. “We didn’t even use acondom.” She almost whispers the last word, and I can’t hold back the breath of laughter that escapes me.
“Does that turn you on?” I ask and my left hand drifts from her waist to her hip. “That I fucked you hard and left my mark deep inside you?” Cara’s gaze drops away from me and my left hand travels down between her legs, cupping her clothed pussy. An intense heat radiates from her and it further ignites the desire pooling in my gut. Pressing my lips to her cheek, she gasps and rises further onto her toes to escape my grasp, but it only allows me to slide my palm further against her heat and press upwards.
She can’t swallow the moan fast enough, and it plants inside me like a seed I need to nurture.
“It does, doesn’t it? Can you still feel me? Deep inside you? I’ve been thinking about youallday and I hadn’t even considered that we didn’t use a condom. I guess I’m so irresistible that you forgot all yourgood girlinstincts. Just as well, we are to be wed soon. Wouldn’t want any shameful accidents now, would we?” Her thighs tense around my hand and I catch her eyes just in time to see them flash.
She slaps me hard across the face, then immediately curls both her hand to her chest and gasps as if surprised by her own reaction.
“I-I—!” She stutters and her eyes are as feisty as they had been last night. “You’re an asshole!”
My cheek stings hot from the contact, and acid flares suddenly in my chest. She can’t think it right to act like that, can she? Does she expect such a thing to warn me away? It doesn’t deter me in the slightest, in fact, the slap sends a clench of heat down to my crotch, and I squeeze her core hard enough to send her jumping faintly back against the wall. All she’s succeeded in doing is incite my urge topunishher.
No one lays a hand on me like that and walks away. I drop my hand away and grind my hips forward into her. My right hand returns to brace against the wall, caging her in. She jumps against me the moment my swollen hardness brushes against her, and I kiss her hard, so hard that I almost can’t hear her moan over the thump of my heart racing and the flood of arousal that moves through me.
“I warned you before that we wouldneverraise a hand to each other,” I snap when I break the kiss, dragging her lower lip with me between my teeth until she hisses in pain. “Is that how you want to be treated? You want to abuse one another?” She looks up at me with wide eyes, her lower lip swollen from the bite. It makes her look even more innocent, and that irritates me further.
“Any who lay hands on me ends updead, and even the Irish Princess isn’t safe from punishment,” I scoff dryly, and she shifts against me, perhaps trying to regain an upper hand. “It’s time we put your slick mouth to better use. And it’s only fair you try it out since I’ve tasted everypartof you.” My heart leaps as her eyes slim down my body so slowly it’s like she’s dragging her fingers down my skin. All my clothing pulls against my breathing, suddenly too restricting and smothering. I want her eyes on mybody. As Cara processes my words, I lift my left hand to pull open the top two buttons of my shirt. Cool air tingles over my skin, and a flush of heat spreads over my chest the moment her dark eyes flicker up to me with understanding.
I quirk a brow at her and shove her down to her knees.
She sinks down obediently, and my cock throbs.
It’s fucking sinful the way she looks up at me with those big dark eyes and that ruby red mouth. I half expect her to get up almost immediately when she realizes what she’s doing but… no. She stays there on her knees, crowded against the wall.
Her perfect lips part slightly. I drop my left hand to her face. Her skin is heated, silky soft under my touch and I run my thumb along her jaw then up to the swell of her lower lip. After a beat, I slide the digit deep into her mouth and her lips close around it like a reflex. My pelvic muscles contract so painfully that I almost lose my footing. It’s a wonder I didn’t cum in my pants right then. My right hand curls against the wall, my head dipping down between my shoulders to watch her. She suckles my thumb without breaking eye contact, and I swear she’s taunting me. I press my thumb down against her tongue and it curls around me, teasing me before I groan low.
“Consider this the next step in your training.”
I’m going to fuck her pretty little mouth until the only name on her tongue is mine.
13
CARA
Should I be ashamed? Disgusted even? Kneeling before Killian face to face with his bulge of arousal, trapped between his hulking mass and the solid wall while he talks down to me abouttrainingas if I’m some kind of sex pet. It’s notme; it’s not who I am.
But it must bebecause I like it.
I don’t move. Icould, maybe I should. Maybe I should yell at him, fight against him and his dirty words, but I don’t. I don’t because my pussy is soaked just from his kisses and words. Iwantto please him.
How did I get like this after one night?
I have no fucking clue, but here I am.
It’s not like I need to prove myself to him now that Sienna has confirmed the wedding will be going ahead. I don’t need to prove anything toanyone.