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Holy shit. She shivered and went to her knees in front of him. “Try to hold out for more than five seconds.” Though she meant the words to come out amused, they were breathy instead. She pulled his pants down just enough to free his cock. She stroked him with one hand, looking up his body to meet his eyes as she did. The picture he presented made her hot in ways she never could have dreamed, and knowingshewas the cause of the expression on his face was the icing on the cake.
She ducked down and took his cock into her mouth, rolling her tongue against him as she sucked him deep. His curse was music to her ears, and his fingers lacing through her hair made her moan. She might be in charge, but it was only because he allowed it. The combination of power and submission made her head spin, and so she didn’t think about it. Instead, she gave herself over to doing whatever it took to make him curse a blue streak. When his hips started pumping to meet her strokes, sheknew she had him.
Which was right around the time he dragged her up his body and kissed the living hell out of her. She fisted the front of his shirt, her tongue tangling with his, the feel of his body against hers better than the best vodka. Cillian spun her around and jerked her shirt over her head. “My turn, sweetheart.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Cillian watched Olivia’s face as he stripped her. Her dark eyes were glazed, and her chest rose and fell with the quick breaths she took as each inch of skin was revealed. She loved this as much as he did. He kicked her yoga pants to the side. “Don’t move.”
As he stripped, he couldn’t take his gaze off her body, the curve of her waist seemingly made for his grip, her small breasts, her legs that went on for days. And that hair. Fuck, her hair was as wild as she was. It fell around her shoulders in a dark mass that his hands itched to dig into. So he did just that, stepping up to press against her back, wrapping her hair around one fist and tilting her head to the side so he had access to her neck. He kissed her there, taking the time to nibble on the sensitive skin until she was writhing against him.
Then he reached around her with his free hand to cup one breast and then the other, playing hernipple between his fingers. All the while he watched her face, watched her watch him in their reflection. “You like this.”
“I love this.”
He tightened his grip on her hair when her eyes started to drift shut. “Eyes on me, sweetheart.” He dipped between her thighs, groaning when he found her soaking wet. “Did that blow job do it for you?”
“Yes.” She hissed out a breath as he pushed a single finger into her. “Because it was you.”
Fuck. He pumped his fingers a few times, mostly because if he entered her right now with those words ringing in his ears, he’d lose his shit. But he couldn’t quite let it go, either. “Because it was me.”
“Mmm.” She arched against him as much as she could, watching him with heavy-lidded eyes. “Knowing I was the one making your voice go hoarse while you cursed…Yeah, that was hotter than hell.”
“Damn, sweetheart, you shouldn’t say shit like that if you expect me to be able to let you walk away.” He pushed a second finger into her, the very idea of her leaving him sparking the anger that he never truly got rid of these days. “But then, I wasn’t going to.”
She leaned forward and braced her hands on either side of the mirror, the long line of her back making his mouth water. “It’s not your choice.”
“No, it’s not.” He grabbed a condom that he’d stashed in his pocket earlier and rolled it on. Then he was at her entrance, pushing into her in one slow, smooth movement. “But I’ll tell you a secret.”
“What’s that?” Her voice was as harsh as his, her hips already shoving back to take him deeper.
He wrapped her hair around his fistagain, arching her back so that he could see every inch of her in the mirror—and every inch of his cock disappearing between her legs. Cillian’s lips brushed her ear. “You don’t want to leave. You want to be kept as much as I want to keep you.” He thrust into her, using his free hand to stroke her clit. “Which is a good goddamn thing, Olivia, because I’m never letting you go.”
She gasped, her body going tight as she came, her pussy milking him until it was everything he could do not to follow her over the edge. He refused to, though. He was nowhere near done with her.
When the last shudder racked her body, he pulled out of her and spun her around, lifting her and carrying her to the sink. He set her on the edge and spread her legs wide. “Any objections?” Before she could answer, he went to his knees and buried his face between her legs, devouring her like he’d been dying to do all day. Her muffled cry was music to his ears.
And if she was too busy coming again on his mouth to tell him that she wasn’t his, well, that was too damn bad. He sucked on her clit and fucked her with two fingers, ruthlessly driving her into another orgasm. It didn’t matter that she hadn’t actually disagreed with him. He knew Olivia. He knew that she wouldn’t let herself be caged again—even by him. What he needed her to understand was that he wasn’t offering a cage. Fuck, he was offering whatever she’d take, because the thought of her walking away from him had become unbearable sometime in the last twenty-four hours.
“Say it.” He stood and shoved into her again, holding her close so he didn’t fuck her right off the sink. “I want to hear you say it, sweetheart.”
She wrapped her legs around his waistand kissed him like her next breath was in his lungs. “I’m not leaving.” She moaned. “I’m yours.”
The words were a balm to a wound he hadn’t even been aware of. He dug his hands into her hair and kept fucking her while he kissed her. This time when he sent her hurtling over the edge, he was powerless not to follow. He pumped into her, coming so hard it felt like the top of his head blew off.
Cillian braced himself on the sink with her draped around him and tried to relearn how to breathe. He opened his mouth, then shut it again. There was nothing else to say. She could claim all day and night that what she’d said during sex didn’t count, but it did. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. He dropped his head to her shoulder. “How about a shower and a bed?”
“Sounds like heaven.” She ran her hand up his back, stopping when she found the scar from the exit wound. “What happened here? You’ve told me about your tattoos, but not this.”
He straightened, and helped her off the sink. “There’s not much to say. My sister was in trouble. Well, actually, the guy she was head over heels for was in trouble, and she needed help.”
She frowned. “This would be the same sister who was supposed to marry my half brother?”
“Yeah.” What an incestuous little bunch they were. He pulled on his pants. “She couldn’t ask for official help because…politics.” And at first he hadn’t wanted anything to do with the whole mess. It didn’t take much to slide back into the past, to Teague’s wedding, to him and Aiden finding her and Halloran in the damn storage closet together. The betrayal lay thick against the back of his throat. Hell, it still did. But Carrigan was still his sister, and when she needed help, he was there for her.
“So you helped her.”
“Me, Teague, and a bunch of Sheridan men. It ended up being a clusterfuck on multiple levels. We got the girls they were trafficking safe, but Halloran had been double-crossed by one of his own men.” He shrugged, trying not to let his muscles tense as the memories of that night washed over him. He hadn’t even been there to see James’s right-hand guy turn the gun on him. By that point he’d already been on the ground, bleeding from a Romanov bullet. He grabbed the rest of his clothes off the floor—Olivia had already dressed. “The universe is kind of a funny place sometimes.”
