Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 100086 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100086 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
She ducked down and took his cock into her mouth, rolling her tongue against him as she sucked him deep. His curse was music to her ears, and his fingers lacing through her hair made her moan. She might be in charge, but it was only because he allowed it. The combination of power and submission made her head spin, and so she didn’t think about it. Instead, she gave herself over to doing whatever it took to make him curse a blue streak. When his hips started pumping to meet her strokes, she knew she had him.
Which was right around the time he dragged her up his body and kissed the living hell out of her. She fisted the front of his shirt, her tongue tangling with his, the feel of his body against hers better than the best vodka. Cillian spun her around and jerked her shirt over her head. “My turn, sweetheart.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Cillian watched Olivia’s face as he stripped her. Her dark eyes were glazed, and her chest rose and fell with the quick breaths she took as each inch of skin was revealed. She loved this as much as he did. He kicked her yoga pants to the side. “Don’t move.”
As he stripped, he couldn’t take his gaze off her body, the curve of her waist seemingly made for his grip, her small breasts, her legs that went on for days. And that hair. Fuck, her hair was as wild as she was. It fell around her shoulders in a dark mass that his hands itched to dig into. So he did just that, stepping up to press against her back, wrapping her hair around one fist and tilting her head to the side so he had access to her neck. He kissed her there, taking the time to nibble on the sensitive skin until she was writhing against him.
Then he reached around her with his free hand to cup one breast and then the other, playing her nipple between his fingers. All the while he watched her face, watched her watch him in their reflection. “You like this.”
“I love this.”
He tightened his grip on her hair when her eyes started to drift shut. “Eyes on me, sweetheart.” He dipped between her thighs, groaning when he found her soaking wet. “Did that blow job do it for you?”
“Yes.” She hissed out a breath as he pushed a single finger into her. “Because it was you.”
Fuck. He pumped his fingers a few times, mostly because if he entered her right now with those words ringing in his ears, he’d lose his shit. But he couldn’t quite let it go, either. “Because it was me.”
“Mmm.” She arched against him as much as she could, watching him with heavy-lidded eyes. “Knowing I was the one making your voice go hoarse while you cursed…Yeah, that was hotter than hell.”
“Damn, sweetheart, you shouldn’t say shit like that if you expect me to be able to let you walk away.” He pushed a second finger into her, the very idea of her leaving him sparking the anger that he never truly got rid of these days. “But then, I wasn’t going to.”
She leaned forward and braced her hands on either side of the mirror, the long line of her back making his mouth water. “It’s not your choice.”
“No, it’s not.” He grabbed a condom that he’d stashed in his pocket earlier and rolled it on. Then he was at her entrance, pushing into her in one slow, smooth movement. “But I’ll tell you a secret.”
“What’s that?” Her voice was as harsh as his, her hips already shoving back to take him deeper.
He wrapped her hair around his fist again, arching her back so that he could see every inch of her in the mirror—and every inch of his cock disappearing between her legs. Cillian’s lips brushed her ear. “You don’t want to leave. You want to be kept as much as I want to keep you.” He thrust into her, using his free hand to stroke her clit. “Which is a good goddamn thing, Olivia, because I’m never letting you go.”
She gasped, her body going tight as she came, her pussy milking him until it was everything he could do not to follow her over the edge. He refused to, though. He was nowhere near done with her.
When the last shudder racked her body, he pulled out of her and spun her around, lifting her and carrying her to the sink. He set her on the edge and spread her legs wide. “Any objections?” Before she could answer, he went to his knees and buried his face between her legs, devouring her like he’d been dying to do all day. Her muffled cry was music to his ears.
And if she was too busy coming again on his mouth to tell him that she wasn’t his, well, that was too damn bad. He sucked on her clit and fucked her with two fingers, ruthlessly driving her into another orgasm. It didn’t matter that she hadn’t actually disagreed with him. He knew Olivia. He knew that she wouldn’t let herself be caged again—even by him. What he needed her to understand was that he wasn’t offering a cage. Fuck, he was offering whatever she’d take, because the thought of her walking away from him had become unbearable sometime in the last twenty-four hours.