Page 29 of Beautiful Trauma (The Irish Rogues #5)

A fter Mila locked the door, she practically sprinted back to me with her stilettos echoing across the floor. When she launched herself at me, she jumped up and wrapped her legs around my waist.

Considering the floor-to-ceiling windows, we still had an audience on the street. “Where can we go that’s private?”

“My office.”

“Where is it?”

“In the back to the right.”

As I started lurching through the exhibits and paintings, Mila crashed her lips against mine. Her devious little tongue slid along mine while she rubbed her thong-clad pussy against my erection that strained against my zipper. “Fuck,” I grunted against her lips.

“Yes, me,” she teased.

At her feverish rubbing along my clock, I groaned. “If you don’t stop doing that, I’m not going to be able to walk. And if I can’t walk, I can’t get you to your office to fuck you.”

Her swollen lips turned down in a pout. “But it feels so good.”

“I know. It does for me, too.”

“Then don’t make me stop.”

“Okay, we’ll just fuck right here in front of this weird scribbly painting thing.”

Mila laughed. “That’s a Vlad Votomeyer worth a hundred and fifty thousand dollars.”

I curled my lip in disgust. “I’m pretty sure my nieces could do the same with a few crayons.”

“You don’t have an eye for art.”

“I’d love for your body to be my canvas, and I could paint you with my cum.”

She shot me a look. “Drawings made from cum are not art.”

“I’ve always heard art was in the eye of the beholder.”

Mila’s hand slid between us to squeeze my cock. “If that’s the case, this is a work of art.”

My hips thrust forward. “It is?” I croaked.

“It has both aesthetic appeal as well as real-world usage.”

“I see.”

We burst into her office then. After I slid Mila onto her feet, I brought my hand between her legs. At the feel of her warm, wet pussy, we both groaned. “Do you want me to make you come?”

“Please, Kellan!””

“Mm, I love to hear you beg.” Cocking my head at her, I asked, “Where do you want me to put my mouth first?”

“You know where I want it,” she whined.

“But I want to hear you say it.”

At the challenge that flashed in her eyes, I knew she didn’t want to give in to me. She was that stubborn.

So, I was going to make her work for it. Dipping my head, I grazed my teeth along her jugular. “Here?”

“Lower,” she panted.

I smiled against her skin. Easing down, I nipped and sucked at her collarbone. “Here?”

“Lower.”

Tilting my head back, I eyed her with an amused look. “You could just cut to the chase and tell me.”

She flashed me a sexy smirk. “Then you would win.”

Chuckling, I replied, “I think we both win in this scenario.”

“While that’s true, I can’t let you off that easily.”

With a grunt, my hands came to the buttons on her blouse. Of course, they would’ve been silk and hard as fuck to unbutton. Halfway down, I gave up and just ripped the shirt apart.

As buttons rained down on the floor, Mila scowled at me. Before she could open her mouth and berate me, I said, “I’ll buy you another one.”

She laughed. “Is that your answer to all the messes you make? Just throw some money at it?”

“It’s worked so far.”

My hands went around her back to undo the clasp of her bra. After freeing her breasts, I palmed one while bringing my mouth to the other. When I sucked her nipple deep into my mouth, Mila’s hands jerked through the stands of my hair.

As my teeth grazed the hardened peak, I pinched the other nipple. “Please, Kellan.”

“This isn’t where you wanted my mouth?”

“Lower,” she repeated like before.

“But I’m a breast man.” After twisting her nipple between my fingers, Mila shrieked with pleasure. “I could spend all afternoon just feasting on these gorgeous tits.”

“I want your mouth on my pussy!” Mila practically screamed.

As I gaze up at her, I wink. “I think I won.”

“If you go down on me right now, you’ll be losing out on fucking me.”

“That would be a tragedy.”

She giggled. “Yes, it would.”

My hands slid around her waist to unbutton her tiny pencil skirt. After sliding it down her hips, Mila stood before me in only a skimpy black thong.

Dipping my head, I took the fabric against her hip into my mouth. Jerking it with my teeth, it gave way. When I glanced up at her heated gaze, I said, “Add that to my tab.”

Her breath hitched as I kissed a fiery trail across her abdomen to her other hip. I then repeated the process. As the thong fluttered to the ground, I grabbed her by the hips.

I then hoisted her up and placed her ass on the edge of the desk. After pushing her legs wide apart, I licked my lips at the sight of her glistening pussy. Then I dipped my head to lick up her soaked seam.

Mila sucked in a breath and arched her hips against my face. After a few teasing licks, I placed my mouth fully on her clit before sucking it into my mouth.

“Oh God! Yes!” Mila cried.

While one of her hands clutched the edge of the desk, the other came to my head. With each pull of my mouth against her hot, soaked center, she yanked the strands of my hair.

With my eyes locked on hers, I slid one hand up her abdomen to cup her breast. After palming and squeezing it in my hand, my fingers sought her nipple. I pinched the hardened bud in the same rhythm I was sucking her clit. The double stimulation caused Mila to groan with pleasure.

While my mouth worked on her clit, I slid two fingers inside her wet walls. Mila whimpered as she began to move her hips furiously against me. As I curled my fingers against her G-spot, her arousal shot down my knuckles.

“Kellan, Kellan, Kellan,” she chanted as her head lolled back.

God, I loved hearing my name coming off her lips. It caused my cock to pulse in my briefs.

“You’re so fucking wet,” I murmured against her pussy.

“Only for you.”

Her words echoed through me. As I stared up at her from between her legs, I pronounced, “You’re mine, Mila.”

As her eyes rolled back in pleasure, she moaned, “I’m yours.”

When her walls started clenching around my fingers, I glanced up to watch as she came completely apart. Her eyes pinched shut as she sucked her bottom lip between her teeth.

Fuck me. It was so sexy.

She was so sexy.

Once she finished convulsing, I took my fingers out of her, and she glanced at me with glazed eyes while her face relaxed into a post-orgasm haze. “God, I’ve missed your mouth.”

With a laugh, I countered, “Just my mouth?”

Slowly, she shook her head back and forth. “I’ve missed every single inch of your body.”

Her feral expression turned serious. “The last few days have been hell. And in the lonely minutes and hours…” Placing her hand over my heart, she whispered, “I’ve missed this most of all.”

I clasped my hand over hers. “It belongs to you.”

Her fingers curved into my skin. “It does?”

“You stole it that first night at Bandia.” I kissed the corner of her lip before moving to the other. “My beautiful little thief.”

“Oh, Kellan,” Mila murmured before bringing her mouth to mine.

With her lips locked on mine, Mila eased down from the desk, sliding her naked body down mine. When her pussy met my cock straining in my shorts, I groaned and bucked my hips against her.

She reached between us to cup my bulge. “And where do you want to put this?” she teased.

“I want in your pussy. Now .”

“Not in my mouth?”

“Not this first round.”

Tilting her head at me, she said, “Then take me.”

Since I was dying a slow death to be buried deep inside Mila, I grabbed her by the waist and hoisted her up to wrap her legs around me. With a sexy smile, she circled her arms around my neck and drew my head down to hers.

Our lips met once again in a frenzied kiss as I stumbled away from the desk. As we crossed the short distance to the couch, Mila rubbed her soaked center against me. She seemed to focus the thrust of her hips to where her clit would rub against my piercing.

After we collapsed onto the leather in a tangled heap of arms and legs, Mila tore her mouth away from mine. “Condom?” she questioned breathlessly.

“Are you on the pill?” I questioned, as I nuzzled my head against one of her firm tits.

“I have an IUD.”

I raised my head to gaze into her eyes. “Do you trust me that I’m clean?”

“Yes, of course.” She slanted her brows at me. “What about you?”

“Absolutely.”

Reaching between her legs, I slapped Mila’s pussy, causing her to arch off the couch with pleasure. “So I can fuck this bare?”

“Mm, yes.” Heat flashed in her icy blue eyes. “Do that again?”

“Spank your pussy?”

“Please,” she moaned.

There was no way I could tell her no when she begged. I brought my palm down against her flaming center. A jolt shuddered through her again as she draped her hand across her mouth.

“Again?”

“Please.”

When I spanked her again, Mila bit down on her finger, muffling her cry of pleasure.

“Do you want more?”

“I want you inside me,” she replied.

Mila widened her legs obligingly, so I settled between them. Taking my cock into my hand, I guided it toward her. I began rubbing the length against her slit, circling her clit with my piercing.

“Kellan, please,” she whimpered, as she thrust her hips up.

“Don’t come yet.”

“But I’m close.”

“Not until I’m inside you.”

Mila’s hands came to grip my shoulders. “Now, Kellan! Please.”

Slowly, I eased inside her tight, slick walls. When I was halfway in, I glanced down to gauge her reaction. Mila slid one of her hands down my back to cup my ass cheek while the other came up to touch my face. “More,” she commanded.

When I was buried fully inside her, we both moaned. Damn, it felt so fucking good being inside her again. Her pussy was meant for me. I was the only man who should ever fuck it. And if I had anything to do it with it, I’d be the last man who ever did.

I eased slowly out of Mila before plunging in and bottoming out. Thankfully, she moaned with pleasure, not pain. “You’re taking me so good.”

“Harder,” she panted.

I then took up a punishing rhythm. God, it felt good, maybe better than it ever had before.

Wrapping Mila in my arms, I flipped us over so that she was riding me.

My hands came to grip her buttocks to rock her harder on and off of me, and the friction felt out of this fucking world.

One hand snaked up her abdomen to pinch and tease one of her hardened nipples while the other went between her legs to massage her clit.

"Holy shit!" she cried out, which had me increasing my pace.

"That's it, babe. Take my cock," I growled.

Digging my heels into the leather couch, I began raising my hips to meet hers, pounding in and out of her.

As she swiveled her hips on my cock, Mila’s luscious ass smacked against my thighs. Our breaths came in ragged pants and guttural groans while the slapping of our skin echoed through the room.

Rising up to a sitting position, I sucked her pebbled nipples into my mouth. “Oh, fuck, I’m coming,” Mila cried, as her body convulsed in my arms while her walls contracted around my cock.

I pumped my hips furiously into her. Between my exertions and her orgasm, I began to come as well. As ropes of warm cum shot into Mila’s tight walls, I cried out her name.

When I finished, I collapsed back onto the couch, bringing Mila down with me. After a few moments passed, she propped her head on her hand. Gazing down at me with a satisfied smirk, she asked, “Are we ever going to fuck in a bed?”

With a laugh, I replied, “If I have anything to do with it, we will.”

“Do you want to come back to my place and christen my bed?”

“While that is very inviting, I have other plans for this evening.”

At Mila’s sudden vulnerable look, my heart twisted in my chest. “I don’t want to be alone tonight, Kellan. Not after the day I had…not with what Dima is going through.”

She pinched her eyes shut in pain. “I need to forget. I need one night where I can forget about being assaulted and about Dima’s injury.”

I leaned up to brush her lips with mine. “My night belongs to you.”

“It does?”

I nodded. “I think the universe owes us an actual date, don’t you?”

“God, yes.”

“Then good thing I came armed with a surprise.”

Mila slapped a hand over her eyes. “I hate surprises.”

“Too bad.”

She peeked at me through her hands. “You’re seriously not going to tell me what we’re doing?”

I shook my head. “All I’ll tell you is to wear something formal, yet sexy.”

“That’s all the information I get?”

As I became lost in thought, I asked, “You don’t have any food allergies, do you?”

“Um, no.”

“Yep, that’s all the information you’re getting.”

“But you are taking me somewhere here in Philly?”

“I am.”

Her expression darkened. “With everything that’s happened with my father, do you really think that’s a good idea?

“I’ll be honest that the thought did cross my mind. But I think he’s too focused on Dima and his recovery to wonder if I’ve set foot in Philadelphia, least of all if I’m taking you on a surprise date.”

“Maybe you should take me to Boston, so we could be safe in your territory,” she suggested.

“While I’m not going to object to taking you to Boston, it won’t be tonight.”

“Why not?”

I winked. “Because the surprise is here, not in Boston.”

“Kellan–” Mila started to protest.

“I’m not totally exposed here. My family has extended connections here.”

“You do?”

“Callum’s wife’s brother, Leo, lives here with his wife. Have you ever heard of the Carusos?”

Mila’s eyes widened. “They’re the most powerful Italian mafia family here.”

“That’s Drea’s father, Edoardo. Because of his power, I’ll be safe staying with Leo and Drea.”

“You are?”

I nodded. “I’ve even arranged to hire out one of their bodyguards to accompany us tonight.”

“That makes me feel a little better.”

“Good. Because I don’t want anything to get in your way of enjoying tonight.”

“I still hate surprises,” she grumbled, but I noticed a flicker of excitement dancing in her eyes.

“You’re going to love this one,” I proclaimed.

“What time should I be ready?”

“I’ll pick you up at six.”

“That’s in two hours.”

“Yes, so?”

“So I’ve currently got your cum leaking out of my pussy.”

A feral growl erupted from my chest. “If you keep talking like that, you’re going to get me hard again.”

When I started to kiss her, Mila’s hand came up to stop me. “Oh no, there will be no second round this time, mister. I need to get out of here to shower and try to find something to wear.”

“Not even a quickie?”

She gasped as my cock started to harden again inside her. “But you have too much stamina for a quickie,” she protested.

“I promise I”ll be quick.”

“You’re going to be leaking out of me for days, aren’t you?”

I shuddered. “Oh fuck, those words alone might make me come.”

Mila reached between us to lightly squeeze my balls. At my sharp intake of breath, she said, “You don’t come until I do.”

With a deep chuckle, I replied, “Yes, ma’am.”