Page 41 of Crimson Tears

My eyes pop out of my head at his suggestion.I’m certain this is an alternate universe.

After Boris throws out that challenge, Cillian’s eyes meet mine. I’m unable to form words. Nothing will come out of my mouth. All I can do is stand there frozen and try to process what is happening to me right now.

“Just tell me you don’t want me and I’ll stop,” Cillian whispers so only the two of us can hear. “Say it and I’ll walk away right now.”

Is that really what I want?

None of this is expected, but I know I don’t want Cillian out of my life. The time I’ve spent with him this past week has only solidified how much I really did miss him. He may not feel like home in the way he once did, but he feels safe and fun. Like playing in the light, warm rain with a smile on my face. I don’t know if my heart could take it if he walked out that door and I never saw him again.

My gaze turns to glance nervously at Boris. He was so confused when his son chose a life of polyamory. And even now,he still doesn’t really get it.Does he even realize what he’s suggesting? What this would start?

This wouldn’t be a one time thing. Once we open this door, it won’t easily be closed ever again.Could we survive the fallout?

As if he can read my mind, Boris twitches his lips and he narrows his eyes, daring me to say yes. When he bites his bottom lip as if he’s starving for this moment as much as I didn’t even realize I am, some of the wariness eases. The small dip of his head is all the confirmation I need.

Cillian looks to Boris, then to me, just waiting. I don’t know if I can give either of them what they want right now. I do remember Evie telling me to claim whatIwant. So instead of using words, I push myself up onto the counter and pull my dress to the side.

A grin lights up Cillian’s whole face as he presses his lean, muscular body between my legs. He is so tall I have to crane my neck to look up at him, but he’s a sight to behold. The dark tattoos crawling up his neck and his dark eyes make him look sinister. But the way his lips turn up and his hand gently rubs down my back reminds me that he is anything but when I’m in his arms.

When he leans in to brush a soft kiss right over my pulse, a shudder leaves me, and my head falls back. I close my eyes and soak in the moment.

My first time with Cillian was an inexperienced clusterfuck. I cried and he held me. He was confused and I had no idea what to say after. I swear to shite I almost thanked him. And I didn’t even have an orgasm.

But this feels different. This feels as if he has memorized every inch of me and has planned out exactly what he wants to do with me. His lips part again, this time attaching themselves to the skin of my neck and sucking so hard that I nearly cry out.

His teeth meet my flesh, and my back arches as a moan slips out. When my lashes flutter open, I see Boris with his mouthslightly open, his eyes hooded as his hand squeezes the front of his pants. I can’t stop the noise that escapes me from the sight alone.

Yup, wholehearted exhibitionist here.

Cillian draws me back to him, popping off of my neck with a very pleased look on his face. I’m about to make a sarcastic comment when his palms land on my thighs and spread me open, leaving nothing to the imagination as he exposes every inch of me.

The faint click of a lock registers before Cillian is on his knees for me. His tongue flicks out, anddamn him to hell,the feeling of his piercing running over my all too sensitive clit is the best fucking thing I have ever felt.

The cool contrast of the metal against my hot sex sends shivers down my spine. My hand reaches out to grab onto his head, sending my knife clattering to the floor.

“That’s it, show him exactly what you need,” Boris demands, his voice deeper and huskier than normal.

Cillian growls, his mouth suctioning over my clit right before he releases me, and his tongue slides inside me. I attempt to pull him closer, but he fights my hold and grabs my hands to hold my wrists firmly at my side.

“We’re doing this my way, Sweetheart,” he growls. “I want to taste every fucking inch of you. I want to know what makes you scream, what makes these perfect legs shake, and what makes youcry.”

I shudder, looking down at him and nodding my agreement. He has no idea how close I am to all three of those things.

“That’s my girl.” His breath fans over where I need him, causing me to moan.

When he leans back in, he swipes his tongue at the right angle so his piercing flicks right over my swollen bundle of nerves. Mylegs are trembling so hard I’m nearly certain Cillian is the only thing keeping me perched on the counter spread open for him.

He circles right around where I want him, leaving me on the edge before moving to my ass. I suck in a gasp at the heightened sensation, my head tipping back while my hips try to grind into him.

“Looks like you found her weak spot,” Boris states gruffly.

Cillian groans, releasing one of my hands to rub a finger over my back entrance. It takes every single muscle in my body to keep me upright on this counter.

I’m panting so hard I’m surprised my lungs know how to inhale at this point. Sweat beads on my brow as my climax continues to build.

Boris’ eyes are on me, blazing with the heat of the sun, only making the moment that much more erotic. My nipples ache under my dress, pebbled and begging to be touched, licked, and sucked.

An image of Boris fucking my tits while Cillian eats me out floods my mind. I begin panting, worried that when I do finally come, I might disturb the performance that has resumed behind the wall at my back.

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