‘You’re intent on testing the limits of my restraint. What I should do is restrain you. You need to be punished.’
‘So do it.’ I shimmy my ass and his palm connects with it hard enough to make me squeal. Hot, promising tingles shoot across my skin.
‘You want this, don’t you? You want me to spank you?’ His disbelief melds with something like awe.
‘I want you to spank me, suck me, fuck me—I want it all.’ There’s no point denying it now. My breasts are so heavy with need, my nipples ache for his touch, and my arousal pools between my legs.
No one has ever spanked me before and I love it. There’s something so depraved about the whole experience.
Killian hisses out a breath as his hand hits my backside again. The sound echoes through the room like a mating call. My skin stings, tingles race across my thighs and between my legs. It should be demeaning, but instead, it’s unbelievably erotic.
‘You’re determined to break me, woman.’ His palm connects with my ass for a third time, this time slightly lower, teasingly close to my sex. I need him to touch me there.
‘I’m determined to have you—it’s different.’ I pant, squirming in anticipation of his next move.
‘It’s one and the same. If I take you, you’re mine, and that’s something I’m not convinced you want, sweetheart.’ A fourth deliciously decadent slap stings my skin and fuck, I’m one step closer to the edge.
‘I want it.’ I twist my head around to meet his ravenous stare. ‘I want you.’
‘I’m not a good man, Avery. I’m most women’s nightmare.’
‘You’re my number one fantasy. Being with you, day in, day out, watching you, wanting you, not being able to touch you—it’s killing me.’
He runs his palm tenderly over the spot he spanked, like he’s stroking the pain away. ‘Because of that, and only because of that. I’m going to make you come so hard you see stars, the sun and the entire fucking galaxy.’ He lowers his face and presses his lips to my ass, scattering tender kisses over my skin.
‘Thank god for that.’ The need to come is consuming me.
‘Don’t thank God, baby, he has fuck all to do with this.’ His tongue swipes my slit and I actually whimper in relief. ‘You taste so fucking good. How can you be so bad?’
‘You make me want to be bad,’ I admit, bucking back against his face. ‘You make me want to do things I’ve never done with anyone before.’
He groans as he eats me out from behind. I’m so fucking close. My legs tremble and my thighs tighten, but I fight it. I’m not ready for this to be over. ‘If you won’t let me touch you, touch yourself.’
His tongue slows to a stop and the sweet sound of metal unzipping floats through the air. I peep around my shoulder to see his fist wrapped around his engorged length. He pumps twice before his tongue finds my clit again. I’ve never been so turned on in my life.
‘Fuck. Me. Killian.’ I’m not beyond begging.
‘Don’t be greedy,’ he growls, pumping himself harder.
My fingers twist in the sheets, holding on for dear life, but I can’t fight it. My core convulses. My eyes flood with a thousand white-hot stars. And my orgasm crests in wave after wave of transcendent ecstasy.
His low guttural groan is a split second behind mine, then hot ropes of come spurt across my back, marking me with the proof of his pleasure. The sound of our ragged pants permeate the air as we both struggle to catch our breath.
‘That is the last time, Avery.’
‘Actually, it was the first.’ I turn to him and smirk. ‘The first time for you, but it won’t be the last. I always get what I want, Killian Beckett. And what I want is you.’
He shakes his head, but not nearly as convincingly as he could. I flop onto my front as he backs off the bed and disappears into the bathroom. Two minutes later, he returns with a hot washcloth and proceeds to clean my back with gentle dabs before swiping between my legs.
He might claim he’s bad, but whatever he’s done, there’s a goodness there that he can’t hide.
What I wouldn’t give to know what goes on behind those dubious dark eyes.
He throws the washcloth on the bedside table and curls his body around mine, wrapping a calloused hand around my waist. Long thick fingers splay across my stomach, and his thumb settles just below my bellybutton, stroking my skin with affectionate sweeps.
His breathing settles into a rhythm I’ve never heard before. It takes me a second to realise that my beautiful, broken bodyguard is asleep.
For the first time since he agreed to take care of me, it occurs to me I need to take care of him too.
My alarm shrills at six a.m. and it feels like the middle of the night. A million memories from the night before race through my brain. I roll across the bed to find it’s empty. Empty and cold.
I pat the bedside table until I find my phone and hit snooze.
‘Time to get up sleepy head,’ Killian’s deep, familiar baritone booms from the far side of the room. So we’re back to the chaise lounge.
‘Why aren’t you in bed with me?’
‘You’ve barely been awake ten seconds and you’re already starting with the questions. You sure you want to waste them this way?’
‘It’s not a waste if you give me a real answer.’
‘Fine. I’m not in bed with you because this isn’t a romance movie. I fucked up—again. It won’t happen again.’
‘Ugh. When are you going to get over yourself?’ I grab a pillow and slap it over my face to muffle my frustration.
‘Never.’ Amusement taints his tone. ‘And that’s your second question gone.’
‘Fuck you, Killian.’
His low chuckle rumbles through the air. ‘I’ll go get you a coffee.’
‘I’d prefer another orgasm.’
‘That’s not on the menu.’
‘Well, it fucking should be.’ I toss the pillow at his back as he strides towards the door.
A cold shower does absolutely nothing to alleviate my frustration. I had the best orgasm of my life mere hours ago, and yet somehow I’ve never felt less satisfied. I need more.
I pull on a black lace thong, deliberately not bothering with a bra, and go in search of my coffee. I make my way along the corridor barefoot, stopping when I reach the kitchen.
Killian’s opening a pouch of cat food for Jasper, who is miaowing on the counter beside him.
‘I suppose for a flea-ridden ginger furball, you’re kind of cute. But don’t ever quote me on that.’ He rubs a hand over Jasper’s head, and my flea-ridden ginger fur-ball leans into him.
Unbelievable.
I clear my throat loudly. Killian flinches, then snatches Jasper up and sets him on the floor. He’s not nearly quick enough though. I saw the affection lighting his eyes. I heard the affection in his tone. And it only fuels my hope that that affection will spread to me.
Because it hits me like a smack in the face, that’s what I want—his attention, his affection and a shot at a real relationship with him.
