Page 108 of Fearless Sinner

I have no such comfort tonight and I couldn’t possibly go to sleep knowing Cillian’s not home. I keep thinking that one day, the guards will get a call and tell me something horrible happened to him.

I’ve come to realize that when he’s late like this, it’s never a good sign of how his day went. He doesn’t have to tell me; I just know from the look in his eyes.

I go to the bathroom to splash some cold water onto my face. It helps to wake me up.

When I go back out to the room, I nearly jump out of my skin when I see Cillian walking through the door.

“You’re here.” I rush toward him, and he pulls me into his arms.

“You should be asleep.” He sounds tired.

“I couldn’t until you got home.” I hug him again, grateful that he’s here.

“Baby.” He breathes the word against my hair, and we pull apart.

I’m about to ask him how he is but stop myself when he undoes his jacket and my gaze lands on blood all over his white shirt underneath. The entire side is covered so much I feel my own blood drain from me. “What happened to you?”

He looks down and notices. “Don’t worry. My… bandages must have moved.”

“Bandages?”

“This happens to me sometimes.” Cillian takes off his jacket, then his shirt to unveil a nasty-looking wound on his shoulder that looks like someone sliced him with a knife. It’s stitched up, but the bandage that covered it has indeed come away.

“Cillian, you look like you were stabbed.”

When he doesn’t answer, I realize the wound looks like he was stabbed because he was.

He walks over to the closet, rummages around, then simply gets another bandage and places it on the wound.

“Did you go to the hospital?” I continue watching him.

“We have our own doctors on call.” He comes back to me and gives me a weary smile. “See? All good.”

“Cillian—”

He covers my mouth with his, silencing me in my favorite way. “Shhhh. I just want you.”

“But—”

“No. I need my wife.”

My wife.

Every time he says those words to me, something happens to my heart. It expands and glows and the light it produces ignites my soul.

“Your wife is right here, waiting for you.”

“Then kiss me and let me fuck you.”

I stand on the tips of my toes and kiss him. The kiss starts off tender, then it swiftly turns into the hungry insatiable ones we shared before he caught me in his office with that picture. Something changed between us that night.

It feels like it’s changed back. As if someone flicked the hands of time backwards and reset it.

Cillian picks me up and carries me to the bed, where he sets me down. “Take your clothes off for me. I want to watch you do it.”

I pull the flimsy nightie I’m wearing over my head and cast it to the side, then I roll my panties down my legs and do the same. Cillian stares down at me on the bed like a hungry wolf.

“Fucking perfect and all mine.” He grabs my ankle and positions me so that I’m on the edge of the bed.

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