Page 25 of Darkest Sin

“Not hiding,” I say, refusing to tell him the real reason I’ve been locked away in his library for the past three hours. “Krista mentioned that you had a meeting, so I figured I’d keep out of your way. I wouldn’t want to be a disturbance while you were working.”

Killian lifts his hand and brushes his fingers across my chin before turning my face to meet his stare. “You are anything but a disturbance,” he rumbles, those deep eyes locking right onto mine.

I suck in a breath as he steps in closer, his chest right up against my back. His fingers drop from my chin to my shoulder before trailing lower to my waist and finally to the hem of my skirt. He grinds his thick cock against my ass, and I push back against him, wanting to take anything he can offer me.

Within moments, my skirt is at my waist and as he takes my hip, he pushes inside of me, stretching me wide. I grip the railing, tilting my hips just enough to take him deeper, and in this position, knowing he can’t see my fading bruises from this angle, I welcome his every touch.

Killian takes me slowly, and with every thrust, I’m pushed closer and closer to the edge. “Oh God, Killian,” I groan. “More.”

His fingers bite into my hip. “You know my name.”

Oh shit.

My body stiffens, and I start to panic. “I do,” I breathe, unable to relax. “I’m sorry. I know you were intentionally keeping that from me. I didn’t go seeking that information, it just kinda fell into my lap.”

He’s silent for a moment when his hand slides around to my front and finds my clit. He rolls his fingers over the sensitive bud, and I push back for more, my hips jolting with desperation.

“F—fuck,” I stutter, my eyes rolling in the back of my head.

“It’s okay, my sweet angel. Relax. I don’t mind that you know my name. In fact, I like how it sounds on your lips,” he tells me, thrusting deep into me and stretching me so damn wide. “The question is, do you truly know who I am? What I do?”

My knuckles whiten as I clutch the railing tighter, the intense pleasure quickly overwhelming my system. I nod as I begin to pant, feeling my orgasm already building deep within. “Yes,” I breathe. “You’re Killian DeLorenzo, the head of the DeLorenzo Mafia.”

“And?” he says through a clenched jaw. “Are you scared of me?”

“Terrified,” I admit, swallowing over the lump in my throat, and standing by my word that I would always be honest with him . . . mostly.

“And yet,” he says with a forceful thrust that has me crying out with pleasure. “You still allow me inside of you.”

I nod again. “What you do and what you’re capable of is what terrifies me, but when it comes to you and me, you’ve shown nothing but kindness. I don’t believe you would ever intentionally hurt me,” I tell him. “I know I don’t know you nearly well enough to make a judgment call, but I feel like I can trust you.”

“Good,” he says as his fingers move faster over my clit, sending me into a world of pure ecstasy. “Now, squeeze me. Come on my cock like the good little girl you are.”

His words send me into overdrive, and as he thrusts into me again, my world detonates, and I come for him, just as he demanded. “Oh God, Killian,” I cry out, gripping his other hand and squeezing it tight as my body trembles, my walls shattering around him like flimsy glass.

Killian grunts his approval, and not a moment later, he growls deep in my ear as he lets himself go, shooting hot spurts of cum deep inside of me.

“That’s my good little whore,” he grumbles as he tilts his head forward, dropping his forehead to my shoulder. “You’re mine. All fucking mine. No other man will ever touch you again, do you understand me?”

“All yours,” I agree as my pussy continues convulsing around his thick cock.

He holds on to me a moment longer, and as he comes down from his high, I can’t help but recall the words his putrid cousin said to me—And if you even think about offering him a DeLorenzo heir, I will tear your baby right out of your womb.

Is this why I’m here? Is that what he wants with me?

I honestly can’t tell at this point, but now isn’t the right time to ask. Hell, I doubt there’s ever a right time to question Killian DeLorenzo’s intentions and motives.

When I’ve finally caught my breath, Killian pulls out of me and fixes my skirt back into place. “I have an event tomorrow evening, and I wish for you to accompany me,” he says as I finally turn to face him, my gaze floating over the man’s striking jawline that bears just the right amount of stubble, reminding me for the millionth time just how damn gorgeous he is.

My tongue peeks out and rolls over my dry lips as I trail my greedy gaze up to meet his intense stare. “What kind of event?” I ask, instantly on edge.

As if sensing my unease, Killian hesitates for a moment. “A business event where you will be on your best behavior. You will smile when spoken to, be polite, and engage with our company. I will provide you with a gown, and come seven in the evening, I expect you to be ready. It is a formal event in which most of my family will be in attendance. A ball, as you Americans like to call them.”

My brows furrow, skipping right over the part where he said his family will be there, because that could only mean that Sergiu will be there, but what could really happen in the presence of Killian? “You’re taking me to a ball?” I ask, wondering what kind of badass mafia boss hosts a fancy ball with gowns.

That intense stare hardens, reminding me that he doesn’t appreciate being questioned. “That is what I said, is it not?”

“It is.”

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