Chapter 80

Genevieve, stop wiggling your ass.” His growl melted across my skin while his fingers dug hard into my hip to hold me still.

“Sorry,” I whispered in the dark. I was sorry. I was also just ridiculously turned on. Maybe it was the roller coaster of emotions from everything that had happened but being wrapped up in Killian’s arms was wrecking my panties. His warmth, his smell, his touch. It consumed me. I was hot and bothered head-to-toe. “It’s just…”

“I know,” he replied gruffly. His fingers tightened enough to leave bruises, and I realized he was holding me at a distance—keeping a calculated amount of space between us. Except I didn’t want that. I wanted the feel of his body against mine. I waited for his hold on me to relax before wiggling right back against him. The thin material of his shorts did nothing to hide the thickening ridges of his dick. He groaned, “Genevieve. Stop tempting me, baby girl.”

“But what if I want to?” I dared to ask. That was definitely the horniness talking. The heartbeat that stretched between us seemed to last forever until his arm locked around my stomach. He dragged me tight against him, his hips grinding against my ass.

“Is this what my little fuck toy wants?” Killian demanded, and I moaned because… words. I didn’t have words. I just had a desperate need that only my husband could satisfy. He dragged his teeth over my earlobe, and I shuddered. “Tell me what you want, princess?”

“You,” I managed to say.

“Try again,” he said. “Tell me what you want, Genevieve.”

His hand slid under my shirt and skimmed over my stomach. I arched into him as a trail of fire erupted from his fingers along every inch of my skin. That hand rose higher, taking my shirt with it, until his fingers curled around my neck. My body tensed in anticipation as his grip tightened, cutting off my airway. Eyes fluttering shut, I fell happily into that dark place his hold offered. His other arm slid under me and fingertips drifted along my exposed skin. Killian kissed that spot under my ear.

“What do you want, princess?” he asked once more. His hand loosened slightly, letting me suck in shallow breaths. The mind-spiraling rush shot straight to my core, and my pussy clenched. I covered his hand with mine. A quiet moan escaped me as I guided his hand inside my panties and his calloused fingers brushed against my clit.

“Touch me,” I begged shamelessly. “Make me come, please.”

“Please what?” Killian prompted. His teeth nipped at my neck. “Don’t forget your training, princess. Please what?”

“Please, Sir.” Just saying the word sent a shudder of pleasure rolling through my body.

“That’s my good girl,” he praised. “Open those sexy legs of yours for me.”

I did, spreading them wide and slinging my knee over his legs.

“Good girl.” God, that phrase. It turned me into putty in his hands—so ready and so close. “Keep your hand over mine, princess, and squeeze when you’re close to coming. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” As soon as I said the words, his hand tightened around my neck, and his fingers circled over my clit, playing with my piercing. I tumbled into that euphoric place. Every slow circle carried me higher as I tingled head-to-toe.

“You should see how fucking pretty you are like this, princess,” Killian growled against my ear. His hand tightened around my throat as he dragged me closer. “So fucking wet and ready to fall apart for me.”

His tongue ran up the column of my neck, hitting that sensitive spot that dared to push me over the edge. I squeezed his hand as my orgasm raced up on me.

“Don’t you dare,” he ordered. “Not yet, Genevieve. You can take more.”

I whined. His hand moved from my neck to my mouth, clamping tight as another desperate sound escaped me.

“Quiet now, princess,” he snapped. “No one gets to hear your sexy little sounds but me, do you understand? Not a fucking sound.”

I bit back a whimper, my head tipping back against his shoulder. Breathing in deep, I did my best to hold out for him. My body was on fire, every nerve screaming with desperation. My legs shook, and my muscles clenched around his fingers as he dipped two inside me.

God, I needed to fall apart.

My fingers cut into his wrist as I clung to him for dear life.

“That’s it, princess. Let it build,” Killian whispered. “Let me wreck you, baby girl.”

A whine built in my throat—desperate and needy—as I rocked against his hand. The heel of his palm offered a delicious friction that threatened what flimsy hold I had on the orgasm surging inside me.

“Are you ready, princess?” he asked and slipped a third finger inside me, stretching me and testing my restraint. “Fuck, you’re so tight and right there. Let go, Genevieve. Come all over my fingers, princess.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I came apart cataclysmically in his hands, the rush of heat and sensations turning the world upside down. The hand on my mouth gripped tighter as I moaned uncontrollably.

“Don’t stop, Genevieve,” Killian instructed, his fingers moving to my clit as I rocked into his hand. Hard and fast, he pushed my body further—my orgasm intensifying until I was whimpering and violently shaking. I gasped and writhed against his hand.

“Breathe, Genevieve,” he whispered. His hand slid out of my panties and flattened to my stomach. Turning my head, he kissed my temple. “So fucking beautiful.”

“Don’t stop, please,” I begged. I didn’t want him to stop. I didn’t want to come down. I wanted him to push my body to its limits—or at least as much as we could in his Mom’s house.

“I’m not done with you yet, princess,” he promised. How such simple words could do so much to my body was beyond me, but I was ready to rip the man’s clothes off. “Shirt off, Genevieve. I want that fucking thing out of my way.”

I couldn’t help the tiny giggle I let out at his frustration. A growl tore through his throat as he bit my shoulder, tugging on the fabric.

“Stop laughing and get naked, woman,” Killian ordered, but I could hear the playfulness in his voice.

By the time I managed to get my shirt off, he was completely naked with one knee propped on the bed and his dick in hand. My mind went blank as I watched him stroke himself root to tip in slow passes. His gaze trailed hungrily over my body, setting my blood on fire.

“Panties off, princess.”

“What?” I stared at him, completely forgetting what was happening. The planes of sculpted muscle and ink made me stupid. Why was he so ridiculously good-looking?

“Panties off, Genevieve,” he repeated, those sexy lips upturning in a cocky grin. The man knew what he was doing with his dick in hand and looking at me like that. “Or I’m going to cut them off you.”

“Okay,” I said. Him cutting my panties off? Yes, please. I’d never say no to that.

That grin of his widened. He grabbed the backs of my calves and dragged me to him. He pressed a kiss to my hip as he reached for the nightstand. I heard the click of his pocket knife, and my pulse rocketed.

Was I a little twisted?Probably.

Did I want the blade of his knife on my skin? I most certainly did.

“Just remember, you asked for this,” Killian told me.

“I did.” No shame. Admittedly it’d only ever been a dark little fantasy in the back of my mind—something I was too embarrassed to admit aloud.

But his willingness to do just that? I couldn’t deny that I wanted it.

“My sinful princess,” he murmured. His tongue trailed over the curve of my hip and teased the waist of my panties. The tip of his blade pressed into my inner thigh—enough to spark a response but not enough to cut skin. My heart lodged in my throat, and I moaned. His teeth sank into the softness of my lower belly as he dragged the blade up my leg. My clit throbbed, and my arousal soared. I was ready to burst from my very skin. “Play with those perfect nipple piercings, princess. Make it fucking hurt.”

I readily obliged, twisting my piercings until I gasped with the sparks of pain that radiated from my nipples.

“Good girl,” he praised. “Don’t stop until I tell you to.”

Happily.

God, I was on cloud nine—flying high with a type of euphoria that was hard to contain. His entire family was in the house—would hear us if I wasn’t quiet—and I couldn’t make myself care.

The tip of the blade pressed against my pussy, and the skimpy lace of my panties did nothing to deter the feel of it. My back arched off the bed.

“Killian!” I panted.

“Quiet now,” Killian murmured against my skin. I tangled one hand in his hair, desperately needing something to cling to. The blade slipped under the side of my panties, the metal brushing wickedly against my clit.

“Oh, God,” I moaned.

“I mean it, Genevieve,” he growled, his tone threatening. “Not a fucking sound.”

“Yes, Sir,” I whispered. Unable to help myself, I rocked my hips, needing more. He set the flat of the blade to my clit, applying pressure.

“Make yourself come, my sinful princess.” He sank his teeth into my skin as I rocked against the blade. It was sinful and so damn hot. My body was primed and ready. Every thrust against the metal sent a wave of pleasure through my body that had me struggling to remain quiet. I was an unhinged, desperate mess. “Let go, Genevieve. Don’t fucking hold back. Make a mess of my knife before I cut these goddamn panties off you.”

God, this man. Grabbing a fistful of blanket, I shoved it in my mouth to suffocate the scream I let out as I came undone. My world devolved into a burst of stars and praise as he coaxed me through it. My chest heaved while I caught my breath.

When I pulled the blanket from my mouth, Killian hooked the blade through my lace panties. With two swift movements, he sliced the fabric apart and tossed it aside. The knife vanished, and his hand covered my mouth. His tongue trailed up the curve of my neck, and he kissed that spot under my ear. A full-body shudder was his reward.

Every inch of me was wildly open to the world—sensitive and responsive. The weight of his hard dick against my clit as he rubbed himself through my wetness was nearly enough to make me shatter all over again. He roughly repositioned my body and hiked my thigh up over his hip.

“You should feel just how wet you are, my sinful princess.” That pet name. Him embracing the darker parts of me did something to him. Him running with them and making them his own threatened to take me apart at the seams. His breath was hot against my ear as he whispered, “Do you like when I call you that, Genevieve?”

I nodded against his hand.

“Does my sweet little wife like sharing those dark and twisted fantasies she entertains when no one is around?” Killian asked. I nodded again. He was inside my head, rooting around in all the little things I never shared with the world. It left me ripped open and exposed, but I trusted him with them. He flexed his hips, burying his dick deep inside me at a tantalizing rate. “Tell me, my sinful princess, did you like the feel of my knife against your pussy?”

I tried to wiggle against him, desperate for more from him, but the weight of him held me there.

“Answer the question, Genevieve,” he said, his tone offering no room for argument. He leaned back, those dark eyes watching me closely. I nodded. “Would you have liked it if I turned it around and fucked you with the handle until you came all over it?”

It should’ve bothered me that I didn’t have to think about it—that I knew the answer so readily. The nod I gave him was instinctual. I would’ve enjoyed it. There was no question of that.

“And what if I told you I killed a man with that knife—one that deserved it?” Killian continued. “Would you still want me to fuck you with it, Genevieve?”

My brows came together as I stared at him. He was serious, and I believed him. And while I didn’t understand it, I didn’t care. There had always been dark and broken parts to the sweet and loving man I’d married. Parts he buried from the world as best he could. Dark and broken, sweet and loving… they were two sides of the same coin. They mirrored mine. Understood mine.

And so I slowly nodded because it didn’t change a thing.

“Why?” he asked as if genuinely surprised by my response. I reached up and moved his hand from my mouth so I could speak. He needed to hear the words

“Because your dark parts match mine,” I whispered. His mouth crashed into mine, his tongue driving through my lips. He swallowed the gasp I let out as he drove into me.

We melted into a feral mess of want and need. His teeth bruised my skin, my nails cut into his. Over and over, he played me like a goddamn instrument—finding every spot to touch, taste, and ruin until I came undone for him. His hand muffled my scream as I burst at the seams, my muscles clamping down hard on his dick. His grunts and moans melted into my skin as he came with me, his dick pulsing inside me.

His body stilled, and his forehead came to rest on mine. Our breath mingled as we both worked to catch it. His touch turned gentle, and his hand brushed down the length of my body. I shivered, every nerve in overdrive.

“You okay?” Killian asked softly.

“That depends,” I said. He pulled back, frowning slightly.

“On?”

“Well, I’m a mess, and you’re a mess… and we’re in your mom’s house,” I reminded him. “Please, tell me you have something to clean up with in here.”

His head tipped down to mine, eyes shutting as he chuckled. Oh, I loved that sound.

“Fuck. Who knew I’d be doing the walk of fucking shame in my mom’s house at thirty-one,” he replied. Moving impressively fast for someone who just thoroughly wrecked my pussy, he stood and smiled. “I’ve got you, baby girl. Always.”

“I know.” And I did.