Page 33 of Darkest Sin

His face softens as he brushes his fingers down my spine. “You’ve been with me a week, Chiara. You do not understand what it is you are asking.”

“Perhaps not,” I agree. “But I know how I feel, and I know that this electricity between us isn’t something you come by every day. Don’t tell me you can’t feel it.”

“Of course I feel it. From the moment our eyes connected in that warehouse, I could feel a connection to you. Your soul cried out for help, and I’ve been mesmerized since that very moment, but that is no reason to take you as my wife in a world you are not yet familiar with. I know you may not see it this way, but it would be cruel. When I truly make you mine, it will be with your eyes wide open.”

He spins me again, our pace slowing as the words spoken between us start to hold so much weight. “I’m terrified of what this life with you could mean, but at the same time, I’m also terrified that you’ll let me go.”

“I know, Sweet Angel.”

He pulls me back into his chest as my heart continues to race. Somehow, my life has turned into some kind of twisted fairy tale, and all my darkest fantasies have become reality. Only, I don’t get to take home the hero. I get the villain, and it’s ten times more thrilling than having a white knight could ever be. I mean, damn. I doubt a white knight would have the balls to plunge a butt plug so deep in his girl’s ass the first time he touched her.

A sly grin pulls at the corner of my mouth, and I watch the way his eyes spark with excitement. “Just for the record, I’m no sweet angel.”

“Oh, I know. You’re the devil in disguise, and I’m going to enjoy fucking you into submission.”

He dips me low before I get a chance to say a word, and the way he looks down at me so full of desire makes my whole body clench with need. He pulls me back up against him, this time knocking the breath right out of my lungs. “You will stand at my side at the head of my family as my queen, and you will learn to play the role. It will take time, and there will be trials and tribulations, but one day, once you’re fully able to grasp the magnitude of who I am and what I do, you will embrace this new world.”

I stare up at him, absolutely dazzled by this perfectly lethal man. Then before I even get a chance to figure out how to respond, his full lips are crashing down on mine. I sink into him, my eyes fluttering closed as something settles within me.

His tongue delves into my mouth, claiming me as his own, just as he did the very first time I saw him. I was his then, but I can’t help to wonder if he is mine now.

I kiss him back, letting him feel the rush of emotions I’ve felt over the past nine days. The fear, the anxiety, the nerves, the unadulterated passion, and the raw need I feel for him.

The music shifts, and he reluctantly pulls back from me, those dark eyes holding me captive. I can barely breathe; the rush of emotion is almost too much for me to keep up with. My tongue rolls over my bottom lip as I lift my chin, keeping as close as possible. “Did you really mean it when you agreed that I could take you whenever I needed?”

Those dark eyes fill with hunger as his hand bunches into the fabric of my gown. “What did I tell you about being a man of my word?” he growls, his chest rising and falling just a little bit faster.

“Well then. It’s time to put your word to the test,” I purr, letting him see the desire pooling in my eyes. “I need you now, and when I tell you I need it hard and fast, you better come through for me.”

Killian clenches his jaw, his gaze lifting to the crowd around us. “I told you, business is business,” he says, discreetly shaking his head.

A wicked grin stretches across my face. He said I was a devil in disguise, and he’s about to find out just how true that is. “Then I suppose you’re lucky you’re not attending to business. We’re dancing, Killian, not working, and I need you to fuck me right now.”

His eyes flash, realizing I’ve just used and abused one of the best loopholes I’ll ever find. He dips me low, a gasp sailing from between my lips as a ferocious growl tears from his. He kisses me deeply, and being a man of his word, his hand sails straight up the high split of my gown and right between my legs.

He pulls back from our kiss, his eyes sparkling with a wicked excitement, then watching the pure elation on my face, he pushes two thick fingers deep inside my tight cunt, more than ready to rock my world right here in the middle of the dance floor.

16

KILLIAN

We barrel through the door of a supply closet, Chiara’s gown already bunched in my hands before the door even closes behind us. I slam her against the wall, her desperate gasp like music to my ears as she reaches for the front of my pants.

The hunger in her eyes is intoxicating. She’s surprised me at every turn we’ve taken. I expected hesitance from her, fearfulness, and nerves, and instead, I’ve been rewarded with a woman whose confidence shines brighter than the sun. She is not timid like I expected; she is bold and unafraid, and with each passing day, another piece of me becomes drunk on her. Addicted.

I need to be inside of her, dominate her, to feel the way my hands grip her hips. Fuck, I need that release.

Two minutes ago, as I danced with her in front of my gossiping family, I was calm and collected, but this woman has turned me into a crazed, desperate man in the space of seconds.

Chiara frees my straining erection and squeezes her hand around me, so fucking tight I can barely breathe. “Fuck me, Killian,” she begs, pulling me impossibly closer. With her gown bunched up to her waist, I go to reach for her underwear, only to pause when I realize she’s not wearing any.

My gaze lifts to hers, my brow arching, but all she can do is smirk back at me as her eyes sparkle with her wicked intentions. She’s been waiting for this since before we left my estate, and there’s nothing that gets me harder than a patient woman.

“You planned this,” I rumble, my fingers digging into her creamy skin as she pumps her tight fist up and down my cock.

The sweetest seduction flashes in her eyes and without even trying, she’s got me right where she wants me. “No,” she whispers, her tongue rolling over her bottom lip. “I hoped for it.”

I groan, that same desperation in her, now rocking through my chest. I drop my gaze down her body, taking in her bare mound, and as my hungry stare trails just a little bit further, I notice the fading bruises on her thighs. They’re almost gone, as though this happened a while ago.

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