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KILIAN

I tighten the tie around Bella’s wrist that’s attached to the footboard. She’s propped up on her knees on a bench that was at the end of the bed. I pull her hips back, causing her arms to stretch. After one too many cocktails tonight, she was begging for me to fuck her. And not just fuck her. She begged me to tie her up and own her body like I used to do in Dublin.

I also gagged her. Aria is sleeping two rooms away and no way do I want to wake my daughter up while I am balls deep in her mother.

I glide my hand over the smooth olive skin of her ass that’s high in the air from the angle I arranged her. Her elbows inches from the edge of the bench causing just enough pain in her arms to intensify the pleasure.

I walk back and forth, a half-circle pass as I speak filthy words to her. And every sentence I say has her squirming, moaning into the gag. I push her knees farther apart, to the very edge of the bench. I smile as I watch her wetness drip down the inside of her thigh.

I swipe my finger up her thigh and bring it to my mouth. “Mmm, my favorite flavor.”

She moans through the gag and I know she hates that I haven’t touched her yet, not in the way she wants. Every now and then I will caress my finger over part of her or pinch a nipple but I have yet to dive into her cunt. It kills me as much as her, I want nothing more than to swipe my tongue through her folds, lick her from clit to ass. Tease her tight hole with my fingers, my tongue before devouring her pussy.

But I wait. I let the game continue.

I take a drink of whiskey. The delay of pleasure causing her to squirm even more as I enjoy the smoky taste on my lips.

“You know the more you writhe, the longer you are going to have to wait for pleasure.”

She mumbles something through the gag and I can’t help but laugh. I know she wanted me to tie her up but this prolonged pleasure was not what she was expecting.

I watch her hands tighten around the ties that are holding her arms spread. I run my finger over my lip and wonder if I should have done this differently and tied her legs to the footboard. I chuckle at the thought.

I watch as she tries to lower her chest to the bench, any friction she can get for pleasure. But I made sure she was just far enough away her nipples couldn’t touch the leather.

I walk back over to her, whiskey in hand. “You know I’ve always loved this ass of yours. It has as much sass as you do.” I glide my hand back over her ass with the gentlest touch. “But I prefer it when it’s pink.”

That’s the only warning I give as I smack it hard, the skin immediately warming to a soft pink. Bella struggles against her restraints. Her body looking for any kind of release. I smack her ass again, this time on the other cheek. I only pause for a second before I land three more strikes, going back and forth between each side of her ass. I land two more blows at the crease of her thigh.

Her back arches from the assault and I know she is enjoying this. It’s what she was begging me for. I wish I could hear her begging now, begging for me to touch her, fuck her with my fingers, my tongue. Give her all the pleasure she deserves. But I know how loud that mouth is and she doesn’t know how to keep quiet.

I sip on my whiskey. “Mmm. This is even more of a sight to see now. Your thighs are glistening with need.” I swipe my fingers once again through the new wetness that appeared after the slapping. “So responsive.”

I crawl onto the bed and kneel at the edge. It’s uncomfortable as fuck since my dick is raging hard but I am not ready to give in yet. I want her begging so hard she’s in tears. It’s been far too long since I’ve been able to do this to her.

I lift her chin up and hold the whiskey glass to her lips. I pull the tie down from around her mouth. “Drink.”

She does as I say as I tilt the glass to her lips. I pull it away and finish the rest before throwing the glass behind me on the bed. I lean over, my finger tracing the wetness on her lips. “Are you ready for me yet?”

Her eyes plead. “Please, Kilian.”

I smirk at her. “I bet your clit is throbbing. Begging to be touched. And I bet one flick of my tongue over it will have you screaming my name.”

She moans at my words, begging for me to touch her.

“Soon, doll, very soon.” I pull the tie back over her mouth and ensure it’s tight enough to hold in her screams before climbing back off the bed.

I drag my fingers down her back and over her hip before descending down the sides of her thighs. She shivers at the movement, goose bumps covering her flesh.

I walk away and head over to where the whiskey sits. A small ice bucket next to it. I pull two cubes out before making my way back over to her. I smack her ass two more times, then lean over and blow cool air along her cunt. Indecipherable words come out of her mouth around the gag and I can’t help but chuckle.

“So responsive. So sensitive.” I blow against her one more time before I ever so gently swipe one finger through her folds. Her whole body shakes from the touch and she gets wetter from the movement.

My dick is uncomfortable as it strains against the zipper of my jeans. I am ready to sit back on the end of the bed and have her suck my cock from this position. But tonight is all about her pleasure, not mine.

I glide my finger through her center one more time, the tip of it sliding barely into her core. But I replace my fingers with the ice cubes. One, then the other as I press them inside of her. She groans so loud I wonder if the gag is going to keep her quiet enough. But at this point, I don’t care. All I want is to give her pleasure. I run my hand over her ass, squeezing her pinkened cheeks before slapping them each one last time. Then I dive into her cunt. My warm tongue in complete contrast to the ice inside of her. Her thighs clench together. I force them apart so I have full access to her. My tongue flicking in and out of her center, gliding through her folds but stopping short of her clit. I lick my way backward all the way to her ass. Her body strains against the restraints. The pleasure I am causing her is too much. At least she thinks it is. But I know her body. I know what she can take, and she can take more.

I press two fingers inside of her, twisting what’s left of the ice cubes. Water and cum running down her thighs. I lap it up before I pull my fingers out of her and replace them with my tongue. Her entire body is shaking and I know she is so close. But I pull back every time I think she is about to fall over the edge.

I reach around her front, pulling and pinching her nipples as I swirl my tongue inside of her. She mewls into the gag. Her legs shake. Her hands grip the restraints.

And when I know she can’t take it anymore, when the push and pull of pleasure is too much, I swipe my tongue along her clit. Her body explodes, her thighs clenching my head between them. She falls forward as much as she can, the restraints keeping her from being able to rest on the bench. Her screams muffled and I only hope they are muffled enough.

My dick is throbbing. I pull away from her as she comes apart. I pull my shirt off and unzip my pants, shoving them off as fast as I can. Then I grab her hips and slam into her. The mixture of her warm body and the remnants of the cold ice nearly set me off far too quickly. I thrust into her over and over. Using everything I have, fucking her hard, as she writhes against me, against the bench. Her pussy clenches tight around me. And I know her orgasm is never ending. Her body in pure bliss as I act like a wild beast, slamming into her hard, relentlessly.

Both of us are slick with sweat. Beads of my own sweat dripping from my face and onto her back. Her body shakes, her moans breathless as I work her body into absolute pleasure. A tingle hits the base of my spine as my balls tighten and I know I can’t last much longer. I pump into her, dragging her hips into mine with every thrust. When her body can barely hold itself up, I let go and come on a roar. Holding in as much noise as I can as I burst inside of her.

I catch myself from falling on top of her. My arms wrapping around her waist to keep her torso up and the weight of us off her shoulders. I kiss up her spine until I reach her neck. She turns to face me and I pull the gag out of her mouth.

“That was…” She can barely speak, her words a whisper.

I press a kiss to the side of her mouth. “Intense.”

“I think it was more than that.”

I press my lips to her shoulder and stand up, slowly pulling out of her warm heat and she groans at the loss of me. I untie her restraints and slide onto the edge of the bench, pulling her onto my lap. I rub at her shoulders and wrists, working out any of the tension I caused, all while trailing my lips across her neck and her back.

“Do you think we were quiet enough?” she asks.

I snort. “Fuck if I care.”

“You really don’t care if your daughter heard us?”

I smile into her shoulder at that. My daughter. I pull Bella farther into me. “I love it when you say that.”

She brushes a piece of hair off my forehead. “I wish I could have told—”

I hold my fingers to her lips. “Don’t. We can’t change that.”

“I know.”

“And for the record, I don’t think she heard us. I think I finally found a way to keep you quiet.”

She slaps at my chest. “I thought you liked it when I was loud.”

I press my lips to hers. “There is a time and a place.”

“That’s the first time I’ve ever heard you say that.”

I kiss her again, shutting her up before lifting her up and placing her on the bed. I move the glass I tossed on it earlier to the bedside table and crawl into the bed next to her, pulling the sheet over us both.

She turns to face me, wrapping her leg over my hip and threading her arm around my back. “Thank you.” She stares into my eyes as if she is studying the color. “Thank you for making sure Aria and I had somewhere safe to go. If you weren’t around, I don’t know what we would do.”

I press my lips to her forehead. “If I didn’t kill your brother, you might not be in this situation.”

“Let’s not talk about him. He deserved what happened.”

“If it wasn’t for him, we wouldn’t be here.”

“I just said—”

“No, I mean, we would never have found each other. He led me to you.”

She runs her fingers down my back. “He was still an asshole.”

“That he was.”

She pulls her hand away from my back and cups my jawline. “I love you, Kilian. I love you more than I know how to say.”

I press my lips to hers briefly. “I love you too, anam cara .”

* * *

“Do you have to leave today?” Bella asks me as we eat breakfast.

I’ve spent two days here with her. More than I planned to. But I couldn’t leave her, not when I know how worried she is. And I couldn’t leave Aria. We still haven’t talked about her. Figured out a way to tell her the truth. “I have things I need to take care of.”

“Are you going to be safe?”

I drop my hand to her thigh and squeeze it. “I always am.”

She frowns at me then goes back to eating. I know those aren’t words she wants to hear. I know she wants me to stay. But I need to figure shit out with Giancarlo. And the only way I can make the dream we have a reality is if I go directly to him. But I can’t tell her that because she will throw a fit if she knows I am going to walk directly into enemy territory.

Aria is sitting outside working on schoolwork. I am still blown away that she is mine. That I have a kid. The forever playboy. It hurts to think I missed out on so much of her life. To see her first steps, to hear her first words. To take her to the first day of school or play football with her. But if I can make this work then I’ll get those things with her, not those firsts but the others.

“You raised one hell of a little girl,” I tell Bella.

She smiles at me. “She reminds me so much of you. Just all these little quirks. I think that’s what made it easier. I felt like I still had you.”

I pull her off her chair and into my lap. “You’ve always had my heart, Bella. Always.”

She presses her lips to mine and I grip her head, holding her as tight as I can to me. Wanting to remember the taste of her in case everything goes wrong.

We’re interrupted by my phone ringing and she pulls away, her face falling into sorrow once again.

My conversation is brief and I curse as I hang up the phone.

“I need to leave.”

“Tonight. You said you were going to leave tonight.” Her voice breaking at her words.

“Things changed.”

“Kilian, please. You promised Aria you would take her to the beach after she finished her schoolwork.”

I clench my fist. I know I promised her that. And now I have to break my daughter’s heart. “Sometimes plans change. I have an emergency.”

Bella’s face falls, turns from sorrow to anger. “And this is why we can never work, Kilian. Your job will always be tearing us apart. Why do you think I fought so hard to get out of the life I was born into? Because I didn’t want this to be my life.”

My jaw shifts as I listen to her angry words. “I made a promise to you that I would find a way for us to work.”

“Yet you can’t even keep a promise to your daughter to take her to the beach. Wait a few hours. For her.”

I glance outside and see her watching butterflies dance across flowers. “It’s not that easy.”

“It is that easy. You are choosing between her and work right now.”

“Fuck!” I scream. “I can’t do this with you right now.”

“What the hell does that mean?” she asks me as she stands from her chair so abruptly it falls backward.

I take a deep breath then step toward her, reaching for her but she moves out of my reach. “I have to leave to make this work between us. This is important. This can fix everything.”

She sighs and folds her arms across her chest. “Will it? Or just fix things until the next problem comes around?”

I close my eyes, not wanting to argue with her. “I’ll be back in two days.”

I head to our room and pack my shit while I call my pilot to have the plane ready. She doesn’t follow me in here. The Bella I know would fight for me. But it’s like she has given up. She never thought we could make this work and I am proving to her right now my job is more important. But I have no choice. I rarely have a choice.

I head back to the kitchen and find her outside with Aria.

I step onto the sunny terrace and Aria frowns when she sees the bag in my hand.

“Are you really leaving?”

I nod. “I’m sorry. I got called into work.”

“But this is our vacation.”

“I know, sweet girl.”

She sniffles and then runs up to me, wrapping her arms around me and I inhale the strawberry scent of her hair. “I know you are just my mom’s boyfriend. But I like you. And I know my mom does too. I thought maybe one day you could be my dad.”

My heart breaks at those words and I don’t miss the tears that hit Bella’s face. I squat down in front of her. “I would like that.” I run my hand through her hair. “I’m really sorry I can’t take you to the beach. But I promise I will be back soon. Can’t keep me away from you and your mom for too long.”

“Promise?” she asks.

I nod and a smile takes up her face.

I press a kiss to the top of her head and walk over to Bella. “I’ll be back.”

Her stance is defensive but she nods. “I didn’t mean what I said.”

“Yeah, you did.”

“Kilian…”

“I love you. Both of you,” I say quietly. “I’ll see you soon.”