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Utterly helpless and at his mercy, and I think I like it. More than like it.

“Please, please, please.” I mutter, wanting the release so bad that it hurts.

Kieran grins. “You take me so well, Princess.”

I nod, my forehead falling against his. I won’t last much longer.

“Do you want to cum for me, princess?” Kieran asks, his voice almost taunting. He wants to show that he controls my pleasure, that he controls my whole life now and it doesn’t occur to me in this moment to feel offended.

“Please, Kieran, please I need to–”

I can’t even finish my pleading as my orgasm comes over me. Liquid fire surges forward through my veins, igniting something in my chest.

“Shit, Princess.” Kieran growls, and I feel him surging inside of me as my walls grip him tighter, pulling out every last drop that I can.

Naked, boneless and overheated I don’t realize where he’s carrying me as the shudders of my orgasm ripple through me. I want more. I want to go again. I want to win.

Kieran drops me on the threadbare mattress on the ground. I didn’t even realize that he had brought me into the room where I first woke up.

He has managed to keep me thoroughly distracted. I failed. I scramble to get up off of the mattress, knowing what’s coming next. My fucking legs won’t work!

I try to stand, and when that fails I fall off the mattress onto the floor awkwardly as Kieran tucks himself back into his pants. I don’t think that he’s even finished. I don’t feel the tell-tale heat dripping down my legs.

Kieran slams the door behind him, and I know that my fate is sealed the moment the lock clicks into place.

“No!” I scream, finally finding my way to my feet and practically falling into the closed door. My fists hit against door futilely. It’s not like he’s going to come back in here and let me out. It’s over. I failed. The sense of betrayal nearly crushes me as I hit the door again and again.

Just when I was thinking that I could make a difference, that I could actually accomplish something, that he might give a damn about me…

I’m trapped again.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

KIERAN

Iam the world's biggest prick.

With every step I move forward, I can hear Ada’s pleas echoing over and over inside my head. I need to get her out of my head and focus on work.

Patrick isn’t the sort of man who reached the position that he presently occupies because he gives second chances. One fuck up with him and I’m out.

It was hard enough to get a job as his nephew. I never would have been afforded a second glance if my father had still been alive. Brothers or not, they were rivals. Plain and simple, I’m still a liability to him.

My friendship with Liam isn’t something that Patrick tolerates well. He wants to keep the wedge between us nice and obvious for when Liam will have to step into the role he has to fill.

Liam’s just as duty bound as I am.

There’s no chance of me going straight. A mundane lifestyle making little money and having to revolve around others? I would suffocate and die in a setting like that.

The family is the only life that I know, and the only one that I ever wanted.

My black SUV pulls into the designated location that Liam texted me. As always, the intel that he provided is solid and detailed. It doesn’t matter who I am ordered to kill, as the clan’s Reaper it is my job.

Do my job and never ever leave trails that will point back to the family. Plain and simple. A glorified soldier. That’s all that I am.

For the next hour, my revenge has to wait.

The moon is moving higher in the sky as I put the car into park and start to unload my bag of weapons from the back.

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