Page 129 of Savage Reign

I tried not to think about the fact that I was still shirtless. Or the sight I must have made on the cameras, which I was sure would be watched by one or more of my men later on.

I’d barely stepped foot over the imaginary line from where the garden ended to where the pool area began when his arms snaked around me.

I let out a startled sound, half laughter, half in fright, wiggling in Killian’s arms, hoping to escape.

Killian pulled me close, his lips touching my ear. “Got you.”

His hand moved up, and he fondled me roughly. A moan escaped before I could think better of it, and Killian bit my earlobe.

He pushed me gently to the grass beneath us. Before I could get my bearings, Killian was kneeling behind me, pulling my shorts off.

I closed my eyes when I felt a slight breeze against my slick skin, and Killian’s hand was there, playing with me. I pushed my ass toward him, and he didn’t disappoint when he quickened his fingers over my slit.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so fucking wet. Is this all for me?”

He spanked my ass once when I didn’t answer him fast enough. I jolted and peered back to find his face set in harsh lines.

I nodded, answering him.

He moved his fingers faster against me, massaging over the lips. I closed my eyes when a squelching sound came out of me, and Killian grunted, sounding almost like he was in pain.

My arms shook from having to hold my weight over the grass, and I nearly buckled when he moved his fingers up, playing with my asshole. Hell.

“For running from me, I’m going to plug you later.”

“Hell,” I said out loud.

He laughed. “Oh, baby girl, you have no idea.”

I closed my eyes when he teasingly pushed the tip of his finger inside me, then out, then back in again.

“Please, Killian.”

He pulled out of me completely and slapped my ass cheek. “Hush, now, little firecracker. You’re not in charge, are you?”

“No,” I answered as his other hand reached around and played with my nipple, tweaking it every once in a while. He flipped me around suddenly until I was on the grass, his body hovering above me. The bright afternoon sun shone down on us. He fumbled between us, and he shoved his boxer briefs down enough for his cock to spring free. I licked my lips at the sight, and he shot me a knowing smile. He grabbed himself, stroking roughly on his length before slapping the top over my clit. My back arched, and my hands automatically reached for his shoulders.

He cock-slapped me a few times before driving inside me, the thrust deliciously brutal.

I threw my head to the side and screamed as pleasure ate at me, my fingernails digging into his skin, wanting more. He fucked me.

Our skin smacked against each other, the sound loud and intrusive in the quiet outdoors without another soul in sight.

“Killian,” I said. His eyes seemed to have gotten darker, his skin flushed, and his dark hair a mess on top of his head. He looked savagely beautiful, and I couldn’t get enough.

“Please, Killian.”

He blew out a harsh breath and reached between us, playing with my clit. I shot off without warning. My scream seemed to echo into the vast space outside.

Before I could come down from the high, Killian pulled out of me. A small whimper escaped in protest, but before I could say or do anything, his arms wrapped around me as he picked me up and walked over to one of the pool loungers. I was placed carefully on the chair. Even when he looked like this—harsh, and mean, andscowly—he was still so careful with me.

I jerked, my skin still so sensitive, and I didn’t think I had quite come back to Earth just yet. Killian stood in front of me, completely naked, his cock still hard. I swallowed and took in the angry-looking appendage.

“Spread your legs, firecracker, and show me what’s mine.”

A high, puffy sound came out of me, but I knew this wasn’t one of the times I should defy him. My ass still felt hot from all the spanks before. I bit the inside of my cheek and slowly spread my legs.

He grabbed his dick and started playing with himself, squeezing as if he was trying hard to keep from coming.