Page 42 of Crimson Tears

Arousal drips out of me and down my ass, surely creating a puddle on the black marble floor as Cillian devours me. Boris watches with keen eyes and a smug expression.

Everything quickly becomes overwhelming as every emotion and sensation rolls through me at once. Joy, happiness, terror, and pleasure. Everything I’m sure Cinderella felt when her prince traveled through time and space for her.

With the two of them here, the room fills with something I never thought I could have. For the first time ever, I feel like my life is full. Even when it was just Cillian and me, I was still chasing this missing puzzle piece that I thought was taking overthe Reapers or trying to make my father proud of me. But that wasn’t it at all. Even then, I needed Boris.

Just like I need them both now.

Cillian looks up at me, his tongue lodged inside my hot center with that piercing pressing into my walls. His dark eyes seem to sparkle as if reflecting stars in the night. I inhale a sharp breath, and his lips turn up right before he presses a finger into my ass.

Using my arousal as lube, it slides in as easily as his tongue does my pussy. I can practically feel all of the things he is trying to tell me with every touch. I want to cry out in pain, pleasure, and sorrow all at once. Cillian pins me with his stare, vulnerability looking up at me.

But also devotion, yearning, Love. It’s too much and yet not enough at the same time, but it has me soaring into an orgasm that I swear to feck transcends time, just like in the play.

Seeing my past, present, and future all at once.

I spasm around his fingers, crying out as my chest heaves in breaths I am no longer convinced I can take. Tears sting the backs of my eyes and they blur as I ride the wave that Cillian brings, my voice stuttering words I can’t comprehend. I could be begging for mercy or praying to a deity that I’m not sure exists.

All Idoknow is that I don’t ever want this feeling to end. Reality slams into me like a twenty-foot wave.

I love him. I never stopped.

And with that realization, the room finally comes back into view. Boris’ brow is furrowed while Cillian looks all too satisfied with himself. When I finally find the strength in my legs to stand, I turn to look in the mirror.

Someone I don’t know stares back at me. That terror that washed over me earlier floods my veins, along with the fear that everything I have come to know is about to come crashing down around me.

It’s suffocating. I cover my mouth to stop the scream that wants to break free.

They ruined it. They broke the peace we were starting to find. They both ruined it and there’s no going back. There is no finding normal again.

I know Boris; he won’t be able to accept Cillian no matter how much I hope he can. Which means I have to lose one of them, or both of them.

“Sweetheart,” Cillian reaches for me, but I jump away from his touch and run for the door instead, unlocking it and staring at the man I thought was the center of my universe.

The look Boris levels me with tells me something has changed, but I’m not ready to hear what it is yet. I will not have my life flipped upside down in a fecking bathroom. At least, not any more than I’ve already allowed.

“Nessa, I…” Boris’ voice breaks. And that’s all the confirmation I need to get out of here.

My heart aches because I want to orbit around them both. The core of my very being feels like it’s being pulled in two as I rush from the room and to the car that will take me away from here.

If only I could pretend tonight never happened.

Chapter 13

Nessa runs out of the room, like her dress is on fire, while Boris and I stand staring at each other. I can still taste her on my lips and can still picture the image of Boris’ face buried between her thighs as she watched the dancers on stage.

I don’t make it a habit of stalking people.

Okay, you and I both know that’s a total lie.

But with Nessa, all of my reservations seem to fly out the window. There is nothing I won’t do to be in her life, and that now includes trying to buddy up to her boyfriend.

It’s obvious that my charm is working on him though because Boris just gave me permission to go down on his woman while he watched.

“For the record,” I state, adjusting my shirt and licking my lips, “I think I made her come harder.”

“Why did she just run out of here?” Boris asks, not even acknowledging that my skills in the pussy eating department are superior to his.

Fucking rude.

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