Page 33 of Redemption

“Bella.” My name falls from his lips in a plea.

I don’t know who reaches for the other first. Our lips crash together. His unique taste of peppermint and whiskey flooding my senses. And it’s like an inferno. My entire body lights up, a burning flame of desire and passion entwining myself into him.

His tongue pushes into my mouth, rough and forceful. His need demanding as his grip tightens around my body.

We scramble backward until his body weight is pressing into mine on the bed. His lips moving to my neck, my clavicle, my chest. I thrust my hips into his. Needing him as much as he is needing me. It’s like the ten years apart were forgotten and I’m in his house in Dublin.

“As much as I love seeing you in this silk robe, I need it off,” he says as he pulls it open, revealing the lace teddy underneath. “Fuck, woman, you still wear these things?”

I laugh as I watch his eyes fill with lust as he takes in my lingerie-clad body. “Every day.”

He growls as his hands glide up and down the lace. “No man is ever allowed to see you in this but me.”

I want to tell him no man ever has. That even when I went on a few dates over the years, I always wore boring panties and bras. It always felt wrong to let a man see me in lingerie after Kilian. “You don’t have control over me.”

His hands drift up my body and he twists my nipples hard. I yelp at the pain. “I do now.”

Before I have the chance to argue with him, he has me moaning as he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth, flicking his tongue over the lace. He switches his mouth to the other side and his fingers pull on my wet nipple, twisting and pinching until I am squirming underneath him.

“You always loved when I played with your tits, Bella.”

I moan at the loss of his mouth on me. “I loved when you played with any part of my body.”

He smiles at me, his blond locks falling onto his forehead. “Oh I remember. I remember all of it. Every night. Every morning. Every damn second of the time you allowed me to use you as my own personal toy.” His fingers trail down my stomach and across my hip bone before tickling the inside of my thighs. “And I plan on making you remember everything I did to your body.”

“Show me your best.”

He smiles at me devilishly. “Oh, Bella, I’m here to show you my worst.”

His mouth dives back onto mine. His teeth biting and sucking my lips and tongue. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, needing to feel every inch of him against me.

He pulls the sash of my robe out from under me and before I know it, my wrists are pinned above my head and he is binding them tightly while his lips never leave mine. He pushes my arms up as far as they’ll go, causing my back to arch off the bed.

“You’ve always been so pliant and flexible, doll. So submissive. So willing to do anything I ask you to,” he murmurs against my lips.

“Since when do you ask?”

He pulls back and slaps my left breast. “I missed this dirty mouth of yours. The one that likes to talk back.”

“Then maybe you should stop talking and kiss me,” I say as I press my body toward him.

He laughs. “I have better plans.”

He rolls off me so quickly I miss the feeling of his body heat against me. He disappears from my sight for a second and a sudden wave of anxiety hits me.

What am I doing? I shouldn’t be doing this with this man. I shouldn’t risk both of our lives over one more night with him. I can’t risk Aria’s life.

“I see that look on your face, doll.”

I look around for him but I don’t see him. I only hear the clink of his belt buckle and the sound of a shirt falling to the ground.

“Don’t doubt this, Bella. Don’t doubt us.”

“We can only do this one night, Kil. One night and then we have to go back to pretending none of this is real.”

He comes sauntering back into my vision, completely naked. “Last I checked, you were here for a weekend. So it looks like you better be prepared for what I have in store for you.”

I swallow down my lust. “What do you have in store for me?”

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