Page 151 of Severed Rivalry
He did do that. I can’t lie and say that’s not another blade hanging over our heads. It feels like we’re doomed. Renée’s father, my former employer, Cian’s dad and their business, legal action that could come from murder and kidnapping.
Five girls are with Rosie… Five underage girls wefreed.
In the eyes of the law, we trespassed and kidnapped them. I was an accessory at the very least. And, hell, I don’t even know if my record was expunged. The lawyer was trying, but so many things have happened, it’s been the least of my concerns. When my own criminal history is low on the list of problems, it’s obvious my life is out of fucking control.
I laugh. I cry and I laugh. “My life is shit.”
Cian stops breathing all together. He falls to his back, throwing an arm over his head.
“Not you, Ci. Just… Just everything else,” I offer to the ceiling.
When only silence greets me, I roll up onto an elbow and look down at him. His eyes are unreadable in the dark as it is, but he’s dropped a guard over them too. I reach over and trail my fingers over his chest. Warm, firm muscle flexes under my fingers. A soft patch of chest hair dusts his pecks and bends and dances under my touch.
“You’re killing me.”
“This?” I trail my fingers around a nipple.
His face turns to mine. “Yes. And no. I don’t want our life to be shit. I hate that you think it is.”
I lean down and kiss his chest, right above his heart. “If it weren’t for you, my life would be utter devastation. You make this worth getting through.” I splay my palm over the place I kissed. “You’re pure perfection.”
He scoffs, rolling his head back to the ceiling.
When I can’t get his eyes, I slide atop him, caging his face with my hands. “Thank you for who you are.” This time I kiss his heart, but with intention. I flick his nipples with my tongue, eliciting a groan from deep in his chest.
My hands trail over his ribs as my mouth slowly makes its way over the ridges of his abs. I tease his belly button with my lips and tongue as I drag my nails across that V at his hips.
I settle between his legs, and he widens his knees, making room for me. I lick him from root to tip, swirling my tongue around his head, paying extra attention to the ridge just below. He’s sensitive there.
His groan makes it hard to back off, but I do, returning to the root and his testicles. I suck one into my mouth and follow with the other. I lift my eyes in time to see him bite his own fist. Huh. Turns out he likes it. So I do it again. And again. All the while I thumb the slit at his head.
I’m having a perfect time until two palms land under my armpits and drag me up his body with urgency.
The sound that comes from me is half rollercoaster, half laughter as I come face to face with the man below me, my legs on either side of his hips.
“Enough. I want to watch you ride me.” His voice is strained, and his cock is too. He’s hot and dangerously near my entrance.
“I— Not to throw a wet blanket on this…” I slide over his length, coating him in my wetness. “But how serious were you about the baby thing?”
He freezes. “Are you?—”
“No.” I shake my head quickly. “No, but I’m crazy regular, and this is when I’m most ferti?—”
I never finish the thought because he enters me fully, impaling me on his cock, taking my hips in his wide palms and pushing me down until he’s fully seated.
His neck strains, his chest heaves, and he holds my eyes with firm resolve.
“Move, Angel.”
I wiggle, but that’s not what he means, apparently, because he withdraws a little and lifts his hips once more, pulsing in short, small thrusts.
But I take over. Gliding up and down his length, setting a languid rhythm that builds something deep inside me. Drawing him out and sliding back home.
“Harder, baby. Take my cock like you mean it.”
“I’m doing just fine, thank you.” My words come out too breathy to be taken seriously, but I don’t care. The build-up, the depth, the pleasure—all are perfect. “Love you, Ci.”
His thumbs part me, and he uses one to stroke and put pressure on my clit.
