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When he pulls away, our eyes meet. A spark of something cosmic glistens between us.

A wave of panic starts to build inside me. This can’t be happening. I can’t feel this way for anyone, least of all him. I don’twantto fall for Killian.

Ihatehim.

He smiles crookedly down at me, and it shakes me from my panic.

“Forget the blow job; seeing you give that old biddy a piece of your mind was the hottest thing you’ve done all night.”

I force out a chuckle even though inside, I’m being swept away by fear. But for some reason, I find myself clinging closer to him. As ifhecould possibly protect me from falling for him.

Beneath all of that uncertainty is more anger from the altercation. I just keep replaying her words, hearing her talk about him. I’ve never felt so enraged in my life. More than the night I ripped up my parents’ painting. More than any moment with them.

She was cruel to someone I’m supposed to despise. So why am I so mad?

Killian puts his mouth next to my ear, and when he whispers, it feels like words written in breaths. So low even Peter can’t hear in the front seat.

“I need to be inside you, Sylvie. I need to make you my wife.”

Goose bumps cascade across my skin as a wave of heat pummels me from the inside. Squirming in my seat, I turn toward him and find his mouth with my lips.

The kiss is all the answer he needs.Yes. Yes. Yes.

Chapter Twenty-Three

We practically spill out of the car as it pulls up to the house. Killian lifts me into his arms, carrying me through the front door. When he finally sets me down, I tear his coat off my shoulders as his lips devour my face and neck.

This need for him is acute and burning. And I know he feels it too. We are tearing each other’s clothes off, fumbling with buttons and zippers. We’re still standing in the foyer when he yanks my dress over my head, and I pop a couple of buttons off his shirt as I claw it open.

It’s a miracle we even make it up the stairs, but by the time we reach his room, our clothes are gone. He lifts me off the floor, and my legs wrap around him as he carries me inside and tosses me on the bed.

His cock is jutting straight out from his body, and the sight of it again sends a thrill of excitement and trepidation through mine. Standing over me, he grabs my legs and drags me to the edge of the bed. He reaches down and grabs a handful of my hair at the scalp.

“Let me see that pretty mouth wrapped around my cock again, darling.”

Without a second thought, I sit up and take his swollen shaft in my hands. Eagerly, I put my lips around him and cover his length with saliva, sucking hard on the tip like I know he likes. His hips cant forward as he lets out a moan.

“What a wee good wife you are,” he mutters, holding my head and slowly fucking my throat.

I know thewifebit is a role-playing thing, but also…being treated like his wife makes my body grow hot with arousal. I love the thought of being his.

Which is very unlike me. I don’t want to feel like someone’s property. A thing he could use to fuck and get off.

But right now…I do. Ireally, reallydo.

When I feel his cock swell, he yanks me off with a growl, and I watch him fight the urge to come all over my face.

I’ve never felt so hot in my life. There’s a fire blazing under my skin.

When a drip of cum leaks from the tip of Killian’s dick, I reach my tongue out and lick it off with a hum.

“Bloody hell, woman,” he mutters.

I smile up at him as my hands slide up and down his legs, eager for more.

When his eyes cascade up to the headboard and back, I see a glint of mischief in his expression.

“I’m gonna tie you to my bed and have my way with you now,” he says, and somehow I grow even warmer with need.

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