Dear Heart, You Screwed Me(38)

I covered my face, the blush creeping over my skin. His fingers trailed and skimmed up from my hip bone, dancing across my stomach before he rolled my hard nipple between his fingers, his other hand gripped onto my thigh.

“I am going to own you; you will never want for another man again,” he growled, his lips lowering round my nipple as he bit and nipped, then sucked hard. A pang shot through my lower stomach. His hand moved from my thigh before slipping between my legs, two fingers pushing into me harshly. My back arched slightly, my breast pushing into his mouth. I heard him groan, my eyes watching him. Slowly pumping his fingers in and out of me, stretching me and getting me ready. I was ready to combust. Every sensation was alive and ready to explode. I felt myself tightening around his thick fingers, but he pulled them out just before I could. Pushing them between his lips, he licked them clean as he knelt back and sat between my parted legs.

“So fucking beautiful.” Growling, he leant over me, grabbing one of my knees and pushing my leg up and wide as he slipped straight into me. My breath catching at the back of my throat at the feel of the size of him. My pussy stretching round him in the most delicious way.

I didn’t care about anything from that moment on. All I wanted was to feel wanted by this beautiful man.

Pulling his cock out to the tip, he stilled for a moment before pushing back into me hard and fast.

I cried out.

He done it again.

His eyes fell between our connected bodies, watching as he teased me. Teased us both.

His fingers gripped and tightened around my knee, his other hand held me down as he gripped my hip before he rode me hard. His cock filling me to the hilt, stroking and hitting my g-spot. “Yes, oh fuck yes,” I cried out, leaning up on my elbows to watch him fuck me. Gliding his hand up my body, he wrapped his fingers round my throat and ploughed into me. My whole body smothered in goosebumps as my pussy clenched around him.

“There’s my good girl, taking my cock like it was made just for you. Come for me Buttercup, come for your husband. I want to feel you come over my cock,” he growled as his hips thrust faster into me, the sound of our flesh smacking against each other was turning me on even more than I already was. “Good luck getting that fucking annulment now,” I heard the taunt but ignored it.

“You’re mine, do you understand?” he grunted.

“Yes,” I breathed. “Killian,” I cried his name out, my whole body trembling as a shiver danced over me before I came hard. My orgasm splintering through me, my head tipping back as I saw stars.

“My good fucking girl,” he spat through gritted teeth, his fingers tightening slightly round my throat as he orgasmed, emptying himself inside of me. I fell back, collapsing as I panted, Killian laying over me.

“Well wife, you are everything I thought you would be and more,” he whispered, pressing his lips to my head before rolling on his side and behind me. His arm draped over me, pulling me into him before I fell into darkness.





CHAPTER 16





KILLIAN





Rolling over in a bed that don’t belong to me, my arm hit an empty spot next to me. My eyes pinged open as I saw that Reese had gone. I could still smell her scent, vanilla with a hint of peach. Pinching my brows together, I slowly sat up and looked around the room. Clothes discarded everywhere, a smirk pulling one side of my lip up.

Sign of a good night.

I knew she was going to be a good fuck, but last night surpassed all my expectations. Her tight pussy, how she stretched and took my cock like it was made for her. Last night was just a taste of what I had to come. She was mine.

Throwing back the covers, I padded over to where my clothes were and grabbed my boxer briefs. Pulling them up, I reached for my shirt and pulled it over my shoulders. Opening the bedroom door I saw Reese standing at the coffee machine on her phone.

I walked slowly towards her, clearing my throat as I did so she didn’t think I was eavesdropping.

“I gotta go,” she says hushed, “I’ll speak to you later.” She smiles into the phone and cuts it off before placing it face down on her worktop.

“Morning,” she chirped, turning and handing me a cup of coffee. My eyes roamed freely up and down her body. She was slender and petite. She was wearing a satin long sleeved pyjama shirt and matching booty shorts. She was perfect. The thought of her long, toned legs wrapped round my waist again made my cock twitch.

“Morning,” I smiled at her, taking a mouthful of the black coffee she had given me. “No cream?” I asked.

“There is milk in the fridge if you want it,” she gave a small shrug of the shoulders as she walked towards the sitting room. I loved her British accent, she sounded sexy as hell.

I didn’t bother with the milk. Just sauntered after her like a fucking love-sick puppy.

I sat on the armchair, my long fingers drumming on the arm as I pinned my eyes on her.

“Has anyone ever told you that you look like Daniel Gillies?” Her question threw me out.

“Who?” I looked at her confused, I had no idea who this Daniel Gillies was.

“That’s a no then,” she laughed, “He plays a character in a tv show called The Originals. You just kind of look like him, that’s all,” she smiled, but it slipped quickly as she lost herself in thought.

“Is he as good looking as me?”