Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79244 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79244 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Emotions flood me unexpectedly, and I descend to one knee, holding on to both his hands. “Mon chéri, I will never not want you. This time apart, when I couldn’t touch you the way I wanted was torture. It only proved what I already knew before you broke off our engagement. We need each other. I did give you time to think, yes, but I never wanted to just let you go. You belong with me, and I will prove it to you every single day.”
Killian slides his fingers into my hair watching me with half-lidded eyes. “You wouldn’t let me go?”
I shoot to my feet and kiss his forehead as I wrap my arms around his small form, pulling him close, where he belongs. “I know it’s wrong, and if you truly wanted to leave… I would have let you, but you don’t. I know you want me too, and I’m not going to let you make the mistake of running from this thing between us.”
“It is wrong. It’s fucked up,” Kill whispers against my shoulder. “But it’s exactly what I want deep down. The kind of relationship that borders on unhealthy. I’ve been trying to reason with myself, but I’m done. I’m not letting my brain decide about things that should only be judged by my heart. If I die, I die. I’m not afraid anymore. I want to feel the burn of your passion. Can you be that for me?”
I never wanted anything more, but when he says this so frankly, I’m borderline intimidated by the intensity in his eyes. He’s beautiful like this, ready to sacrifice himself on the altar of our relationship.
“You won’t die, because if someone wants to get rid of you, they’ll have to go through me first. I’m never letting you go, baby.”
Kill slides his arms around my waist, making me groan. Oh, how I missed his touch. No audience here. This is real and just for me. “No lies? I can handle everything you are.” He kisses my neck, and I’m already getting hard at his closeness.
The promise he’s made is everything I’ve ever wanted, and I grab his ass, lifting him so he can close his legs around my hips. He is the perfect size for this. “Never. You will know everything if you let me love you.”
Kill lets out a happy little whimper and nods, then catches my lips in a kiss. For the first time in a week, I don’t need to wonder if it’s just for show. I don’t steal it from him, it’s freely given. Even his legs are already open to me.
I not only feel seen but see him too. He is committed, soft-hearted, and craves love like it’s oxygen. I can give him that in spades, and when I do, he’ll make me the happiest husband on earth.
“You’re so handsome. And you smell so damn good,” I moan, burying my face in his neck as I press him to the wooden support and rock my hips to feel his hard cock against mine. Oh, he’s so ready for me, and I refuse to wait any longer. I need to remind him that he is mine before my balls start aching.
“I need you to fuck me,” he whispers as if he’s reading my mind. “I missed you so much. And your dick? God…” Killian hangs onto me, flooding my brain with so much oxytocin I might get a head rush.
“I’ve jerked off twice yesterday thinking about pushing my cum inside you,” I rasp and squeeze his ass harder as we rock together like two mindless animals interested only in rutting.
“Good to know you can go twice,” he teases with the sweetest chuckle, but then a grating sound halts my mind with a screech.
“I need those documents tonight! I don’t care it’s Christmas!” Alexandra yells, no doubt to one of the poor interns in her law firm, but by the time she walks past us, it’s too late. “I will call you back,” she says into her phone and hangs up. “What in all hells is this? My children could have ran in here!”
I cup Killian’s head and hide his face by pushing it against my neck. Our cocks throb with need, but it’s just Alexandra’s style to arrive at the worst possible moment. “Well, they didn’t, and I think you can take it,” I snap, pulling away from the column.
She crosses her arms on her chest and glares at us. “And stop carrying him around like that! My children will get confused.”
Killian peeks out with a groan. “About what? Whether I’m actually a princess?”
I bite back a smirk. That’s the snarky asshole I adore. “You are my princess,” I say as I carry him outside, hoping Alexandra will have the good sense to stable my horse for me. If not, one of the grooms will do it. Renoir is way too lazy to hop around so late in the day.