"I love when a woman knows what she wants." Killian moaned, his hand sliding down my face, my throat, my neck, and my shoulders. "It drives me crazy." He gripped the hem of the towel on my chest and ripped it away, leaving me utterly naked once more. I bit my lip. His eyes darkened with desire, caressing my body as though he wanted to devour me. It made me smolder. "Have you cum yet?"I felt a rush of heat between my legs at his question. "W-Why are you asking?"His eyes tore away from my body and found mine. "Answer my question. Have you cum yet?""Yes." I sucked on my lip. "I have.""Good. You're going to make yourself cum again and I'm going to watch you do it."A perverse thrill shot through me. I shivered. "You want to watch me touch myself?""Yes Hope, I want to watch you pleasure yourself properly." He leaned down and wrapped his hand softly around my throat. "You'll do it, won't you?"I pressed my lips together, too anxious to speak. I admit the idea was scorching hot in my
KillianI was certain I was going to regret this. I wanted her so bad that I forgot the fact that sleeping together could complicate things. But fuck, I couldn't care less, not at this moment, not when she'd pleasured herself in front of me, not when she was now laying bare with her pussy glistening, begging to be fucked. God, she was so beautiful, it was taking everything in me not to fuck her brutally. A primal feeling bloomed in my chest. It was different. With Rosey and the other women, it was just fucking, but with her, I wanted much more. I wanted to give her much more. What the hell was she doing to me? "Killian..." Her lips parted and her tongue darted out to wet the dryness.Fuck me. I brought my fingers up to her mouth. "Suck them. Prove how much you want my cock."With her eyes on me, she took me deep inside her mouth, running her tongue around and between my fingers, sliding it in and out of her mouth, envisioning what she would do to my cock if it ever got in her mout
HopeI spent the first thirty minutes of my day convincing myself that last night was just one big undesirable dream and I wasn't the one who got fucked to oblivion. It simply couldn't be me. Someone else was moaning, sweating, and grabbing the sheets. Someone else was squirming, quivering, and... Oh my god, begging.I believed that if I closed my eyes tight enough and wished it all away it would leave but who was I kidding?The delicious soreness between my thighs definitely didn't come as a result of self-pleasure. He'd been the one, the smell of sex all over the sheets proved it. I also remembered it vividly; the whispers of sweet nothings, my thumping heart, the heat of his skin, his weight on me, the warmth of his mouth, his fingers, his-the content in my stomach slashed around. I clapped my hand over my mouth and shuffled my way to the bathroom to double over the toilet and vomit until the only thing coming out were horrible dry heaves. Sighing, I flushed and walked to the sin
KillianI was getting married in a few days and just had sex with my child's mother whom I was supposed to dislike. If that wasn't cliche I didn't know what was. It was certain now that my initial decision to sleep with Hope and wring her out of my system had backfired. I'd wanted her just for one night, I'd wanted to touch her so bad that I had damned the consequences. And now, I was paying for it because one night and I was already longing for way too much. And I tried, believe me, I tried to rid myself of these feelings, I even sunk out of bed this morning and went for a long run thinking it would help clear my head but it didn't. It wasn't possible anymore. I had feelings for her: desire, want, the need to claim, to own, and then there was this particular feeling blooming in my chest that I was unable to name. And I wasn't sure I wanted to.A tight ball of rage twisted in my gut. I hated this. I hated not understanding myself. Fuck, It had been only been two weeks and she had
HopeThe last forty-eight hours of my life had been a total mind fuck. From having sex with Killian again, to enduring long, chatty conversations focused on weddings and love, then dealing with my mother-in-law and sister-in-law and relatives all prying into my personal life. Not to mention, the tedious shopping spree. Bridal dress testing. Pre-wedding photoshoot, and now, having lunch with Killian. I tossed my plate of food back and forth, and I could tell Killian was staring at me but I didn't bother to lift my head. I continued to make a mess, knowing I was just half a day away from selling myself to him in front of the church. "You need to stop playing with your food and eat." He finally spoke."I can't seem to work up an appetite," I replied honestly, still stirring my food."Why?"I wrinkled my forehead. "I don't know.""Well at least eat just a little." He bit irritably. My head snapped up. "Don't tell me what to do.""It appears someone needs to." He leaned back in his cha
I inhaled a sharp breath, feeling sick to my stomach as I prepared for the biggest show of my life, and tried to pretend I didn't feel empty."You need some color in your cheeks you're almost as white as your dress." my mother, who'd flown over along with my brother Scott and Lesley said as she rearranged my wedding veil. "I'm sorry, I'm just a bit nervous," I muttered, holding my bouquet closer to me as I waited for the chapel doors to open. God, I'd give anything to be out of this torture device otherwise known as a wedding dress that I had been primped into. I had to suck in my belly and I feared for the safety of my baby. I know I shouldn't have worn it but I couldn't bring myself to tell Gwen I hated the dress because she spent so much time trying to get it for me."Oh it's okay to be nervous, we all are. I'm just happy to see you a bride." My mother soothed, rubbing my arm."I'm not," Scott whispered by my side. "At least not for that asshole."I narrowed my eyes and smiled
Everything that happened after we left the cathedral played out in fast motions. We drove in Killian's limousine to the makeshift dining hall reserved for family and a few friends who wined and dined.We danced, toasts were made, and speeches were read. We ate. And after I'd smiled so much that my cheeks hurt, I decided it was time to return to our suite.I'd left without Killian because I couldn't find him anywhere and when I'd asked Gwen she'd told me he'd left with his friend, Brad.I climbed up the mahogany stairs alone to the Master Bedroom already furnished to taste with everything we would be needing.I pulled my heels off and padded to the bathroom where I stood in front of the rectangular mirror and began to rid myself of all my accessories. The multiple bobby pins went off first. I worked a handful of pins free and detached the jeweled clasp, letting my hair cascade in soft waves down my back. It took me about twenty minutes to get out of my wedding dress. When I could fi
I wasn't shocked when I woke up the next day to an empty bed.I had expected it. I mean I knew he probably wasn't even going to remember half of what he'd said or done to me last night but I didn't know why but it still hurt. A small knock rang on the door. It sounded feminine, the helpers perhaps. I wrapped the white sheets around my body. "Come in."The door creaked open slowly and a woman dressed in black and white stepped in with a breakfast tray and a gift bag occupying both her hands."Good morning Mrs. Fobster. Sure you had a lovely first night?" She asked with the sweetest British accent as she walked over to the bedside table and placed the items on it.I nodded. "I did."She smiled candidly. "Mr. Killian said you might want some tea. It's traditionally brewed." She informed.I nodded, pushing up to sit on the side of the mattress. "Thank you, I'll have that later." "He also wanted me to give you this." She picked up the medium-sized red gift bag and stretched it out for me