Page 54 of Killian

“Why do you fight this?” I grit out. “Have you asked yourself why we can’t seem to stay away from each other no matter how many times we say it will be the last?”

“Because sometimes we love what’s horrible for us,” she says, throwing a shirt at me. “We’re stuck in a holding pattern. There is no hope for us. No one would accept us. Hell, I don’t even want to be the wife of a mob moss if I end up like my mother,” she spits out.

“Say it again,” I hiss.

“Say what again?” she asks, full of confusion as I stalk toward her.

“You said sometimes we love what’s horrible for us. Do you love me, a ghrá?”

Greer’s eyes flare as I pull her into me. Slamming my mouth onto hers.

“Answer the question,” I pant, resting my forehead against hers.

“Never,” she whispers, digging her nails into my arms.

The memory fades as I fight the war within even though I know as far as I’m concerned, the decision has been made. I want to let her go and live her dreams, but I also know that her dreams are just that. Dreams. The reality is going to be bleak and dangerous, and I’ll love her fiercely no matter the outcome.

I rub my hand down my face, looking back over at her.

She’s sitting at my desk wearing a top that leaves little to the imagination. It simultaneously makes me want to cover her ass up and rip her clothes off. The top wraps around her front, leaving her midriff open, clinging to her breasts like a second skin. The little tie in the front draws your attention to the cleavage on display, making my dick twitch in appreciation. The pants aren’t any better. If the shirt is like a second skin, the pants are her only skin. I can see every curve of her body outlined in the tight fabric. So much so that I know for a fact that she is not wearing any panties.

That was enough to make me want to say to hell with it, fucking her raw right in my foyer for everyone to see.

I didn’t though. I kept my cool. For her sake.

Then we came up here, and her guards left to roam. I’m supposed to be doing my own work, but my eyes keep straying to her. The way her hair is piled on top of her head in a messy bun that makes her look like she just woke up. The pen she taps on her lip as she thinks about her next steps. Her brow creases when a look of confusion passes over her face.

When she pulls her bottom lip into her mouth, biting it lightly, I snap. Pushing my papers aside, I lean across the desk to pull her lip from her teeth.

“You are too tempting,” I tell her.

Her face flushes as she looks up at me with those doe-like eyes. I know it’s a facade. This innocent look she has. She’s feisty and will shank anyone who she felt threatened her. That doesn’t matter though. The innocent look she has only feeds my desire. I’d risk her chopping my dick off just to have one more taste.

“If you’d stop watching me, you wouldn’t be so tortured.”

I shake my head at her sass. Fuck if my dick doesn’t grow harder at it.

“I can’t help it. You’re beautiful. Anytime you enter a room, all eyes are on you.”

“I doubt that, but I appreciate the compliment. Now get back to work. I think I’m on a roll here.”

I chuckle softly. “Fine, but you are going to owe me for this serious case of blue balls you’re giving me.”

“Oh, but Killian. Don’t you know now that a woman is not responsible for the reactions of a man’s dick. I can’t help that my beauty turns you on. That’s your burden, not mine.” She smirks.

“I want to fuck that sweet mouth of yours again,” I say with longing.

She shakes her head, chuckling. “Keep dreaming.”

Her words say one thing, but the excitement in her eyes tells me I won’t be the only one dreaming.

“Oh, I will. You are the main attraction in every single one of my dreams.” I shoot her a wink. “When the night comes, and you lay in bed awake, who is it that you think of? Who haunts you even in your dreams?”

A deep feeling of satisfaction fills me as I watch a shiver overtake her body. This chemistry between us? It’s undeniable. I just have to figure out a way to show her she wouldn’t be giving up her life by choosing to stay with me.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” she asks huskily.

My phone rings on the desk.

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