Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
I stop, withdrawing my hand.
“Remember, you come when I say you can come.”
“You’re a madman,” she whispers. “You’re driving me crazy.”
“Just like you drove me crazy every single morning at the Crust. Fuck, you look hot when you’re so close to the edge.”
I rub her thigh near her slit, making her shiver again, and then push my hand against her pussy. She gasps and writhes against me… then stops when I stop, pouting at me in the mirror.
“Killian.” She gasps.
“Beg,” I growl.
“Kill…”
She trails off. I know she didn’t do it on purpose. But when she says Kill, it reminds me of who I am deep down, the mafioso behind the mask.
“Please,” she moans.
I return my hand to her underwear. This time, I push it aside and push my palm against her naked sex, slipping my finger into her entrance. She closes her eyes and sinks against me as I slip my finger in and out.
“Now,” I growl. “Come for me, Lucy.”
Her body vibrates, her entrance throbbing about my finger, her face turning red with desire.
After, she turns to me, staring up into my eyes. “I want to make you feel how you make me feel,” she whispers.
I touch her hand. “I won’t be able to control myself. It’ll start with your hand wrapped around my rock-hard dick, but then I’ll lie you down and bring my dick to your aching slit. I’ll push inside you. Hard, fast, possessively. I’ll own you with each thrust.”
“Soon,” she says breathily.
“Don’t make any promises.”
She stares at me with pure sassiness. “No, I mean it. I don’t care if this isn’t forever. Before this ends, we’re going to…” She swallows. “I can’t think of anybody I’d rather have my first time with than you.”
I kiss her, then say, “I don’t want tonight to end. I’m taking you to dinner.”
“That’s not a request, is it, Mr. Bossy?”
“Not even goddamn close.”
Fifteen
LUCY
Asurreal feeling grips me as we sit on the private balcony of the restaurant, overlooking the main floor, our eyeline meeting the chandelier. Soft Celtic-style music plays, and banners with nature colors hang from the walls. The restaurant is the sort of place without prices on the menus.
Killian is completely at ease here, smiling over at me… but still with that hungry look glimmering in his eyes. Two big shopping bags rest on a chair close to the table. I got a dress, a new coat, two new pairs of pants and a skirt, as well as the necklace. I tried to tell Killian it was too much… but that just resulted in more spanking.
Is it bad I’m liking it?
“Shall we start with some champagne?” he says.
“Sure,” I reply, “but order some water, too. I don’t want to get drunk.”
“Me neither,” he says. “I need my wits and instincts sharp.”
“But a little bubbly won’t hurt.”
He smiles. “Exactly.”
He orders the drinks, then the waiter tells us to indicate when we’re ready to order our meals.
“What are you thinking?” he asks, as I look around the restaurant, down at the men and women in their fancy suits and dresses.
“Just that fate is a funny thing,” I murmur. “We were the only two people on that part of the mountain. Mom was with the rangers, looking for me, and I thought I was going to be alone out there forever… and then you emerged from the fog. I didn’t even think you were real at first.”
“I was clearing my head, thinking about the future, my place in the Family. It was like fate sent you into my path to prove I could do some good.”
“And now we’re here. We didn’t keep in touch. I bet you never thought about me again.”
“From time to time,” he says. “I hoped you were okay. I hoped that you and your mom were doing well. But I won’t lie, rarely. When I walked into the Crust, it was one hell of a shock.”
“I guess it was different for us…”
I pause when the waiter brings two glasses of champagne and a jug of water. Killian raises the glass. “To tonight… may it last forever.”
I laugh. “To tonight.”
I might laugh, but there’s a bitter edge tinging the toast. Tonight is all we have, all that’s guaranteed. Once the war starts, or even after the war… he won’t want me anymore. He doesn’t think I can handle the mafia life. Can I?
“You were saying it was different for you?” Killian says, taking a sip of champagne.
I swallow down some bubbles of my own. “Yeah. The day I got lost, the day you found me and helped me reunite with Mom, that was when everything changed. She thought Dad had taken me. It turns out he was getting shitfaced at a bar. But for those few hours, she thought she’d lost me. That was when she plucked up the courage to leave him for good. He stayed in Ireland, turning the holiday into his permanent home. We never saw him again. She spoke fondly of you toward the end.”