Page 48 of Savage Reign

I swayed.

And Killian was fast.

He wrapped one arm around my torso, pulling me back until I was pressed up tightly against his chest from behind. I gasped as he used his other hand to push my shorts down all the way, only stopping at my knees when they couldn't go any further because of the position.

“Killian,” I moaned out when he cupped me from behind, his hand squeezing slightly.

“Fuck, firecracker. You’re so fucking wet for me, aren’t you?”

I let out a broken exhale when I felt his fingers flicking over my clit.

“You can’t just distract me with sex to get me to stop being angry at you.”

Dark amusement tinged his voice when he said, “Who said I’m trying to get you to stop being angry at me?”

I gasped and turned back slightly to meet his eyes. They darkened with arousal, even as a smirk pulled his lips up. I was pulled back slightly when I noticed the blood dripping down his lips from when I headbutted him. His grin widened, looking like a nightmare come to life.

I shuddered, but only in part wariness. The other part… I didn’t want to think about it.

“You should clean up.”

His smile went up a notch. “Why? Don’t you like to see how you made me bleed?”

He flipped me around before I could say anything, pulling my shorts and panties down completely and throwing themsomewhere on the ground. I watched the space where they had fallen just as Killian pushed my legs apart and crawled in between them.

Fuck.

“Killian.”

He leaned down and kissed me, his blood smeared over my skin as the metallic taste hit my tongue. I tried to turn my head away, but he only kissed me harder, nipping at my bottom lip until it throbbed.

When he pulled back, there was a sort of frenzy in his eyes that I had never seen before.

“Fuck, baby, but look at you, covered in my blood. Do you know what it does to me?”

He pivoted his hips, pressing against me and causing my eyes to roll back. I let out a small whimper. I didn’t have to guess what this was doing to him. He was hard. So hard. Those boxer briefs he had on did nothing to hide that.

I raked my nails down his back roughly, feeling wetness form beneath my fingertips. I might have made him bleed—I didn’t know, and I didn’t care.

He pressed down against me once more, and I could feel my entire being tremble from the move. His side touched mine, hitting my newly acquired tattoo and reminding me all over again that he was a bastard.

I shook my head and slapped my hands on his chest. He pulled back, but I thought it was more from surprise than from any strength I might have over him.

“No, you’re not distracting me. You crossed a line. You can’t just drug me and tattoo the Tiernan name on me.”

He looked at me impassively before reaching his hands down on my legs and pulling them up slightly as he pushed forward.

I gritted my teeth to keep from making any noise and glared at him.

“Why not?” he asked.

“Why not?” I repeated to make sure I had heard him right.

He pushed his hand down between our bodies and cupped my pussy. I bit the inside of my cheek.

“Yes,” he responded calmly. “Why not? Do you belong to me?”

His fingers moved across my clit, rubbing over the swollen nub and causing me to slightly convulse. Fuck.

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