Page 102 of Our Little Dove

Fuck, even more than Fintan usually is.

“Why are you still fucking dressed?” Kieran growls harshly as he invades my space. Before I can respond with my usual line,“I don’t submit”,he has my throat in a grip so tight it makes my heart skip.

There is no patience in his demeanor and I fucking love this side of him. The side I haven’t seen.Ever.But I do not submit to anyone andnopart of me believes it is even a possibility.

I am curious. How far will he go to try? What will he do that numerous others have failed to do to dominate me?

“Youwillsubmit,Mo mhuirnín.You can do this for me,” he demands, and the tone of his rough voice almost makes me consider it.Almost.

I swallow as much as I can with his hand around my throat and smirk up at him. He knows what my expression means, and that seems to darken his piercing gaze.

He knows better than to ask me again, but instead of accepting it like he usually does, he yanks me down until my knees hit the concrete with a thud.

Despite my heart hammering at the realization that perhaps this time, he won’t back down; a groan slips from my lips, and I blink up at him, feeling the low thrum of pain move from my knees straight to my dick.

He says nothing as he rips open his jeans, button flying to the side, and zipper detaching from the fabric. His fingers nearly bruise the sides of my neck as he pulls my face toward his already hard cock.

“Do as you are told!” Kieran hisses through gritted teeth. “Open your fucking mouth.”

I yank my head back just enough to look up at him. “Why don’t you beg if you want your dick sucked, Darlin’?”

As soon as the words leave my mouth, Kieran lets go of my neck and hikes up his knee to my chest, successfully knocking me backward onto my ass.

Yep, I don’t think he’s playing around.

“I won’t be the one begging, Fintan,” he rasps. With his jeans still hugging his thighs, his cock twitches as he lowers to his knees and grapples with my waistband.

“Beg me. Submit to me,” he says, his breathing becomes urgent, loud, and fast. He pulls my pants down, yanking it over my knees until the fabric catches on my boots. Annoyed, he rips them off my feet one at a time, followed by my jeans.

Despite my instinct to get out of this, my cock is hard against my abdomen and my chest rises and falls to the same rhythm as his heavy breaths.

“Kieran…” I start in a choked tone, but the words I have almosttrainedmyself to say die on my tongue when I see the pleading look in his eyes.

“I don’t submit.”

I can’t.

The silent plea mixes with longing and the primal heat radiating off his body. Fuck, he looks as conflicted and broken as I feel.

I think he needs this.I think he wants to recreate what Alex did to us here. He wants to rewrite this scene of our fucked-up story.I want to help him. I do, but I can’t just push my trauma aside and not feel its icy claws ripping me apart from the inside.

How do I give him what he needs when I am trying to keep myself from falling apart?

I guess I have to try. I won’t know if I don’t.

“I-I don’t know how to do this. Help me. Make me, Kieran,” I whisper. Alex squirms in her cuffs as she stands with her bare body against the wall.

She is breathing as heavily as we are, clearly enjoying the show, and the fact that she is here, naked and watching, has my cock throbbing.

Our sexy little voyeur is a pleasant distraction from my demons.

Kieran’s fingers trail lightly over my length. Starting at the base and slides over each ridge of my piercings until he reaches the tip.

Fuuuck, his hand feels so good.

Before I can do what I’m thinking, Kieran lets out a deep sigh and moves away from me, straightening off the icy floor and pulling up his pants before he stalks toward Alex, as if he is frustrated that I took too long to do something.

I remain on the floor, confused and my heart thuds wildly as I try to make sense of what the fuck just happened.