Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Instead, I grab Kieran’s face, pull him to me, and kiss him hard. My lips pressing into his I sway into him, I’ve missed him more than I ever could have imagined. He wraps his strong arms around me with one hand on the back of my head and the other on my lower back, bringing me closer and deepening the kiss. The taste of alcohol and him delicious. Knowing he didn’t kill my father is the biggest relief I’ve ever felt. Even if he was just a boy when it happened I don’t think I could ever look at him the same knowing he took my father’s life.
“Where the hell could he have gone?” Romeo asks, stepping up to us, completely oblivious that we’re in our little bubble.
Resting my face on Kieran’s chest, he looks to his brother.
“I don’t know, but he’s out there somewhere.”
Leona
Back at Kieran’s place, my feet are dirty from not wearing shoes, and I stop as soon as I walk through the door, not wanting to drag in the filth. Kieran walks in, takes his shoes off and continues further into his place. I still can’t believe he doesn’t live in some big mansion or fancy house. His place is simple and modest, I like it a lot. He takes his shirt off, his tan tattooed back coming into view, he undoes his pants, dropping them to his feet and pulling them off. He stares out the window of his place, and slowly takes off his briefs, his cute ass cheeks on full display. My heart beats at an irregular pattern as I stare at him naked. My body craving to be touched by him, to feel the heat of his skin against mine once again.
Tucking a hair behind my ear, my breathing now shaky, he walks across the loft and looks at me through the dark hair now in his eyes.
“Join me,” he demands, not asking.
My mouth parts to say something, to play the role of a woman and tell him it’s not a good idea, or we should wait. But I find myself slipping the straps of my dress off, the royal blue silk falls to my ankles. The sound of water is turned on, and steam rolls out of the door to the bathroom.
My bare feet pad across his hardwood floor until I’m at the doorway of the bathroom. He’s standing under the shower staring at me in my champagne-colored strapless bra and thong. His eyes start at my feet and slowly, hungrily climb up my body. His cock growing longer and thicker by the second.
“Come here,” he says, water splashing off his shoulder and back.
I come closer, my hand reaching behind me and unclasping my bra, my tits relieved of being pent up my nipples perk from the fresh air. He smirks, and I feel as if I can’t breathe with the way he’s looking at me. Taking my thong off next, I step out of it and into the shower.
The water is hot and soaks my hair instantly. He grabs my chin and presses my back against the shower wall with more aggression than I was expecting.
“I’ve given you time to collect your thoughts, but now that you know I didn’t murder your father… time is up,” he says tersely, and my eyes rapidly blink, my heart drumming so hard behind my ribcage I can feel it in my neck.
“You were pretty worked up yourself, you thought I was a rat,” I remind him, his fingers still on my jaw.
His eyes look deep into mine, his lashes wet and hair in his face.
“I never wanted to believe it, and I don’t. I couldn’t love someone that didn’t obey the oath that was set forth for us since childbirth.”
My eyes widen, he said love.
“Love?” I whisper, and he doesn’t say anything. He just stares as if he didn’t know he said it himself.
Letting go of my face he grabs my thighs and pulls me up, I wrap my legs around him and he kisses my neck. Warm water cascading down the valley of my breasts, is splashes against his chest. Lolling my head back, I breathe heavily, feeling his mouth and hands all over me. It feels so good I never want to leave this spot. Dropping his head he bites at my nipple and I moan, the zing of his teeth felt in between my legs and making me so wet. Dropping his hand he places it in between us and slips a finger across my opening, I buck against him, and he does it again.
He lets me slip from his hands and quickly turns me and presses my chest against the wall, the water now spraying down my back. He slaps my ass and kneels on the shower floor. Glancing over my shoulder, I watch him bite my ass cheek, his teeth sinking into the skin just as fingers slip into my heat. Pleasure and pain mixing into a cocktail of satisfaction. Spreading my cheeks, he flicks his tongue against my pussy, and my nails scratch at the wall. It feels so good I can barely handle it. He licks and nips, feasting upon me as if he’s a starved man. One hand on each of my ass cheeks, he spreads me wide, my modesty out the window as he can see every bit of me.