Page 15 of The Heir's Defiance

“Feck that, honey. I own you now.” Connor is so sure, so confident. I don’t even protest as he pulls my hips closer to his body and guides his dick between my thighs.

Stupid, stupid, stupid, I berate myself as Connor's unprotected cock kisses my entrance. There's no denying the rush of adrenaline flooding my system, and while part of me screams protests, the rest of me is buzzing with need. This is a line I should not cross, especially with him. I want to tell him to stop, but it comes out as a gasp when he nudges himself inside me by an inch.

My body stretches to accommodate his girth as he slides in farther, filling me up. I grunt, he moans, and as he bottoms out, I find myself biting his shoulder. His hand tightens on my thigh, the other on my neck, and I feel his thumb pressing into my pulse point.

"Oh, feck," he grunts against my neck, his breath hot and shaky. "Your pussy is so fecking hot."

I swallow hard against his thumb, but he doesn’t move his hand. My fingers tangle in the hair at the nape of his neck, and my headarches back as tiny gasps of pleasure leak from my lips. My body is on fire. This is better than I imagined. My fingers find my clit and begin to rub

"You're mine now, Nora," he taunts, teasingly thrusting himself inside me just a little more, and I moan, my body betraying me. "Felt that, did you?" He smirks. "Want more?"

I shake my head no, but my hips beg to differ. They grind against him. His grip on my neck tightens fractionally, pressing his thumb harder in warning. "Don't lie to me." His growl is dark and dangerous.

I whimper as he pushes all the way in again, out of breath and lost in the pleasure-pain sensations rippling through me as he hits my cervix. We're joined together in the most primal way possible, and all I can do is hang on for dear life.

"Feel how fecking good it feels," he growls into my ear, his breath hot against my skin. "I haven't been able to think straight since I first laid eyes on you—your smart mouth, those curves. You drive me fecking crazy, Nora." His hips twitch against mine, sending a jolt of pleasure through every nerve in my body.

I arch, unable to stop myself. The conflicting sensations of pain and pleasure blend together in an unbearable crescendo. I moan, my orgasm edging closer with each thrust. "Connor," I gasp. His name is a desperate plea on my lips. I can barely breathe now, and all I want is to let this orgasm smash me until I’m powder and then build me back again.

"That's it, baby. Come for me. I want to feel how wet and tight you get when you come." His words physically set me on fire, his cock unapologetically claiming me with every deep thrust. He pulls almost all the way out, only to ram himself back in with asoaking wet sound that makes my entire body shudder. "Feck, you feel so good around my dick.”

The admission sends a surge of heat through me, mixing with the building climax already threatening to consume me. And when his hand lifts from my thigh, crashing down again hard against my ass cheek, it breaks.

The tidal wave of orgasm sucks me under, drowning me, then giving me life again, only to suffocate me. When Connor loosens his grip and the oxygen rushes into my lungs, it makes the orgasm so intense that I scream and jolt. This time, his hand covers my mouth, stifling the sounds, and I feel the warmth begin to spread inside me as he releases.

"Jaysus feck," Connor groans, panting heavily. His cock throbs inside me, each beat of his heart sending out white-hot tendrils of pleasure through my core. "That was,… Feck…" He trails off, meeting my eyes with his wild ones.

I'm too spent to respond, my entire body Jell-O. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew this would happen—fucking him. I knew it when he took my phone and put his number into it.

He steps back and tugs his pants up, puts himself away, then plucks my panties off the floor where they dropped earlier and hands them to me.

I slide them back on and grab my skirt, still catching my breath. He watches me as he buttons his jeans, his smirk lazy and smug.

“You’re gonna have to let me break in this place again,” he says.

I raise an eyebrow as I straighten my skirt. “You planning your next visit already?”

He leans in, brushing his lips just below my ear. “Planning on making you beg for it next time.”

I let out a breath—half scoff, half laugh. “You really think there’ll be a next time?”

He shrugs as he straightens. “You want there to be.”

I don’t answer. Not because he’s wrong but because he’s right.

A moment later, I’m tugging him toward the back door, coat thrown over his arm. “McKenna’s not stupid,” I say. “He'll be back in twenty. I don’t need him logging your car outside.”

Connor nods, no argument, and steps out into the alley, but before he turns the corner, he glances back at me. “No regrets?”

I lean against the doorframe. “None that’ll stop me from doing it again.”

He grins and vanishes into the dark, and I shut the door. This wasn’t about falling into bed with Connor O’Rourke. This was about rebellion. About doing something my parents would never approve of and liking how it felt. I know who he is—what he is. But for once, I didn’t care.

It felt good to want something.

It felt even better to take it.

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