Page 60 of Darkest Sin

Chiara — I don’t need your dirty, blood money or your stupid phone. I survived on my own before you, and I’ll be fine without you. I’m burning the cash, and the phone is going out the window. Thanks for nothing, asshole. I don’t need you.

Feeling pretty damn proud of myself, I turn the phone off and just to be on the safe side, I take the little sim card out and leave it on the kitchen counter right where I first found it. Truth be told, I doubt I’ll actually burn the cash. Money like that doesn’t come around often, and in these times, it’s always smart to have something hidden away just in case, but that’s all it’ll be. I have every intention of returning to work and picking up right where I left off. Assuming work and college will take me back.

Exhaustion quickly claims me, and I take myself off to the bathroom and run a warm bath before stripping out of the clothes Killian bought for me. From now on, it’s back to my normal shitty clothes, my normal shitty bed sheets, and my normal shitty life.

I’m not usually a bath lover, but I’m feeling today is going to be a day filled with exceptions, and without a second thought, I slip into the too-small tub and do my best to get comfortable.

Closing my eyes, I try to relax my mind, and as the emotional turmoil catches up to me, I finally let it all out and turn into a sobbing mess. I stay in the tub until the water is cold and my fingers have begun to prune, and when I finally find the energy to pull myself out of the water, I wrap my towel around me and collapse into my bed, not even bothering to dress.

With my head squished against my favorite pillow and my sore eyes growing heavier by the second, I allow myself to give in and fall into a fitful sleep.

I’m woken by a soft creak across my room, and my eyes spring open to find my room clouded by darkness, and I realize I’ve slept most of the day away.

“You don’t need me,” a deep Romanian accent fills my room, and I whip my gaze toward the armchair at the end corner of my bed.

Oh shit.

“You shouldn’t be here,” I tell Killian with a heavy sigh as I scooch to the end of my bed and get to my feet while trying to feign indifference, but I know he sees my puffy eyes. He sees everything.

I move to walk out of my bedroom when Killian stands and blocks my path, his massive frame almost intimidating if I didn’t know any better. “You don’t need me?” he repeats, his brow arching as those dark eyes consume me. Then in an instant, he grabs my hips and whips me around so that my back is flush against his wide chest.

His hand curls around my body, roughly cupping my pussy as he grinds his palm right against my clit, making my hips jolt with involuntary desperation. He leans into me, his breath brushing my bare shoulder. “Let me remind you just how much you don’t need me.”

Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

Without warning, Killian bends me over the end of my bed as he kicks my feet apart, and I can’t help the desperate yelp that slips from my lips. My pussy is drenched, already so worked up, and when his hand comes down in a painful spank against my ass, my knees begin to tremble.

There’s no doubt about it. I will always need him. Always crave him.

His fingers trail through my center, every touch sending me into a fucking meltdown when he slams his fingers inside of me. “OH GOD,” I cry out, my body already spasming as his fingers reach my G-spot. He does it again and again, rotating his fingers and curling them deep inside me.

“If you don’t need me, Angel. Then I suppose you don’t need this,” he says before tearing his fingers free and leaving me empty.

I whimper at the loss as I quickly figure out his game plan. He’s going to work me up and deny me at every chance until I admit just how desperately I need him. But he pushed me away. He told me to leave. In his actions, he was the one who told me I wasn’t needed, so I won’t dare give him what he came for.

“I don’t need you,” I tell him, the coldness of my tone feeling foreign on my lips.

Killian wraps his hand around my hair and pulls me up off my bed until my back is against his chest again, and when he brings his soaking fingers to my lips, I tremble again. “Open,” he demands.

I do exactly what he asks, opening my mouth as he slowly pushes his fingers inside. I suck them clean, tasting my desperation on his skin. I work my tongue over his fingers until he finally pulls them free from my mouth, but the soft groan whispered in my ears lets me know that he’s just as wound up as I am.

“You don’t get to come here and play your games with me, Killian,” I growl, feeling his heavy erection against my back. “If you want to fuck me, then do it. Give me everything you’ve got. Otherwise, you can leave. But this will be the last chance you ever get. You were the one who told me to get out, remember? You were the one who didn’t need me.”

He pulls me harder against him, his hands so rough on my body. There’s a shift in the atmosphere, a heaviness that consumes us both, and I feel the very second the fight leaves him, and he’s left feeling just as broken as I do. “I will never not need you, Chiara,” he says through a clenched jaw.

Every part of me succumbs to the destructive man behind me, and I melt back into the comfort of his strong arms, desperately wishing things could be different. “Take me,” I beg him. “Let me feel you just one more time.”

His lips come down on the side of my neck, working up to the sensitive spot just below my ear as my eyes roll. His arm winds around my body, slipping down between my thighs and finding my center. He rubs tight circles over my clit, and my whole world falls to pieces.

“Killian,” I breathe.

“I know, Angel,” he murmurs, and I can’t help but feel as though this is the goodbye I didn’t get this morning. In an instant, he turns and lifts me into the safety of his warm arms.

My legs lock around his waist as he steps around the edge of my bed, bringing his lips to mine and kissing me deeply before lowering me to my bed. He comes down with me and reaches between us as he frees his straining erection against my stomach.

I feel his fingers curling around himself, pumping up and down as he continues to kiss me. His lips move down to my throat, and I reach for his face, lifting just enough for his dark gaze to lock onto mine. “I was falling in love with you,” I tell him.

Killian nods, and the tip of his cock pushes at my entrance, slowly stretching me wide. “I know.”

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