Page 29 of Stolen Temptation (Irish Kings #3)

Kiara

Rory’s eyes fly to mine as if I’ve just said something crucial.

I settle my hand on the hem of my towel. “I know you know how.”

I still don’t know what the Kings plan to do with me.

I have no idea if I’m going to survive any of this. But more importantly, I don’t know how many more of these moments with Rory I’m going to get.

If I want to seize the day, I need to do it right here and now.

And right now, the security cameras are the only things holding my towel up. As soon as he disables them, nothing will stop me from throwing myself at this exquisite man.

Rory doesn’t pull out his phone or fiddle with his watch.

Instead, he comes toward me, slow and steady. His taut, muscled body and the height of his stature intimidate me in the best way. I want to retreat and press closer all at the same time.

Rory’s eyes drill into mine. “I disabled the cameras before I came in.”

I let go of the towel. The soft, plush fabric falls from my chest, slithers down my hips, past my knees, and crumples on the floor.

This is the definition of total exposure.

Rory’s gaze melts and darkens as it travels over my bare body…

Then, as quick and powerful as lightning, his eyes snap back to mine.

“Be sure.” His deep, hoarse voice sends a shiver down my spine.

“I am,” I whisper, heart flying. “I want you, Rory.”

He growls, closing the distance between us in a single stride. He yanks my hair down, forcing my head back so he can crush his hungry lips to mine, that tongue invading the humid depths of my mouth.

I can’t even imagine what Rory’s like when he’s rough. Just his lips on mine cause my insides to tremble with anticipation.

One of his thick, hot palms appears on the small of my back. I jump at the sudden heat before my body nestles into his waiting embrace.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d touch me again,” I gasp against his greedy mouth. He groans in reply.

“Nothing could stop me from wanting you.” The way his tongue folds and flips against mine gets my nipples rock-hard.

My face must be flushed from all the heat we’re making. Rory pries my mouth open wider, his fingers tangling deeper into my hair. He cups the back of my head in his massive palm, pressing my skull against his own.

Forcing us into a kiss that cannot be broken.

His mouth ravages mine. I didn’t even know that was possible.

Before this moment, I had no idea that with just two lips and a tongue, a man could overpower me so easily. Like it’s nothing.

With every savage kiss he plants on me, I sink into him a little more.

My arms fold around the thick column of his neck as his other hand travels up and down the slope of my back, tantalizing my skin with his calloused fingers.

I moan aloud when he squeezes my ass and digs his teeth into my bottom lip. “I’ve been dreaming about this ass.” Rory spins us toward the bed without letting me out of his embrace.

My heart bounces at those words.

It’s just my ass he’s been dreaming about, so why does it feel like he’s been dreaming about me ? All of me?

With hot cheeks and nervous fingers, I release his neck and drop my hands down to the hem of his shirt. I push under the fabric, traversing the muscled plains beneath. Rory’s skin is hot and smooth.

Damn, the heat coming off him could start a wildfire.

As soon as my fingertips brush over his nipples, my eyes pop open. I don’t know why I’m suddenly self-conscious about touching him. Rory notices my hesitation.

“What?” I drop my head back all over again as he trails kisses up my jaw. “Is my little painter nervous?”

“No, just…” I shake my head. “I want you so much.”

Rory draws back to meet my gaze. The sincerity on his face does something to me that I can feel all the way in my toes.

“I want you more.” His eyes darken. “I’d kill to make you mine.”

My eyebrows fly up. I’ve seen Rory kill.

His scary, possessive words should frighten me, so why do they only turn me on more? Why am I so drawn to his intensity?

“Really? You want me that much?” My eyes slip down to his mesmerizing mouth.

Without warning, he kisses me with such smoldering passion that when he pulls back a few moments later, I don’t remember which way is up.

“Believe me yet?” He tucks his nose against mine.

“Yes, but… convince me again .” I crush my mouth back to his, breaking the kiss only to draw his t-shirt up over his chest. Rory pulls it the rest of the way off, then snatches me against his body. We’re bare chest to bare chest, and it feels amazing. The skin-on-skin contact is…incredible.

It’s like I’m drinking water for the first time.

How did I get this far in life without this?

Somehow, this feels even more intimate than that night two weeks ago, which confuses me since on that night, I…put his cock in my mouth…

The full force of Rory’s body heat keeps my torso warm. His big hand cups my breast, and I moan as he rolls my left nipple between his thumb and pointer finger. Then he pinches, and I revel in the tiny twinge of pain that accompanies the pleasure.

It’s got me woozy, hot, and sweaty. Open-mouthed and whimpering as Rory sucks on my neck.

“Keep making those noises…and I’ll fuck you right here.” His dark, deadly warning would be terrifying if he weren’t threatening me with exactly what I want.

Our pelvises grind together, allowing me to feel the size and scope of the bulge in his pants. Need blazes beneath my belly.

“Don’t tease me.” My command comes out breathless and hazy thanks to his talented hands. “I want…”

“Ah, ah.” A wicked smile props up Rory’s face. “This time, we do it my way.”

Why do those words make me want to do whatever he says?

This is scary. Definitely scary.

“Keep undressing me.” Rory gives the order like a king in his castle, and though it horrifies me, my hands do what he says. “That’s a good girl.”

My fingers fall to the leather belt he’s wearing, and I fumble with the buckle. I’ve never taken off a man’s pants before. It’s not like anyone ever pulls you aside and shows you how so you’ll be prepared when the time comes.

Once I’ve unbuckled his belt, I unfasten the button holding his pants and tug on his zipper. His pants fall right off his trim waist and hit the floor. My fingers hover around the waistband of his briefs but keep moving, slipping beneath the hem and slowly peeling them down.

Maybe I should have mentioned that I’ve never seen a cock before our first night together.

Of all the things I’ve heard about them, no one ever mentioned they could be this beautiful. That’s honestly the first thing I thought when I saw Rory’s.

I’m overwhelmed by the sight all over again.

Upright, veiny, soft, hard as cement, and throbbing.

How can it be all those things at once? And why do I want him in my mouth again so badly? Damn, he’s somehow turned me into Kiara, the Wonder Slut.

I’m mesmerized for who knows how many seconds until Rory throws me onto the mattress.

Looking up at him standing at the edge of the bed, with his big cock red and glistening at the tip, is a lot. For a moment, I worry I might faint from the rush of arousal.

I expect Rory to climb over me, to cover me with kisses like he did that first night, but this time, he just stands there at the edge, eyes roving all over my bare skin.

His eyelids droop low, and I see the veins along his arms twitch. His muscles flex.

And then, he digs his hands underneath my legs and hoists my knees up toward my shoulders. I’m so shocked, I lift my head to gaze down at my naked, spread legs. I watch as Rory climbs onto the bed and lines up his hot, pulsing cock so that it’s nudging my entrance.

“Look at me.” Rory’s voice is hypnotic.

I’m starting to think I might do whatever he told me to, if he used that tone.

My eyes drift up from the intersection of our bodies into his boiling hazel eyes.

He’s so handsome…

“This time, I want you to come all over my cock.” Before I can respond to his ridiculously sexy decree, Rory guides his dick through the tight opening of my body. I’m so wet that there’s no resistance, but he’s big enough that it’s still a tight fit.

He enters me slowly, feeding me one inch at a time until he’s all the way in.

My head drops against the mattress, and he groans . “Fuck, yes. You’re perfect. You feel so good.”

The fullness of him, wedged deep inside me, is insane.

I never knew there was pleasure like this to be had on Earth.

Rory draws himself out, pulling a loud and lewd moan out of me in the process, and plunges himself in again all the way.

“ Oh , god ,” I whine as he rolls his hips against my body, turning each thrust into a long, fluid stroke. Is sex really supposed to feel like this?

It’s absurdly amazing. How full I am.

This is what I’ve been missing all these years?

“You’re doing so well.” I shudder when Rory praises me, his hot breath snaking into my ear. “Taking every inch of me.”

Shit, he’s going to make me come so hard. I can already tell.

I’m out of it, completely over the moon. The “make me yours” that passes my lips is so faint, I’m not even sure I said it. But Rory hears.

His eyes light up, demonic and charged. He almost looks angry. “What did you just say?”

Heart galloping in my chest, I whisper a little louder. “Make me yours, Rory.”

Rory’s eyelids droop even more. “Say that again.”

“Make me—” I stammer at normal volume, milliseconds before a wild, merciless Rory starts pounding me.

I can’t control the way my voice trembles, bounding around the room like a boomerang as he buries himself inside me over and over.

“You want to be mine, don’t you?” he snarls into my ear.

“Yes.” My eyes roll back as he increases his speed. “ Please .”

His dick pulses in response. “Good girl. It does things to me, hearing you beg.” He adjusts his position, and the next stroke hits me in just the right way.

Rory muffles my cries of pleasure by sealing his mouth over mine. He feeds me more of his savage kisses, and I devour each one like I’ve been starving for months.

Heat expands inside me, spreading through me until my body’s constructed of pleasure instead of flesh and bone. Muscles in my torso start to twitch and tense, my deregulated breathing has me lightheaded as hell, and I can feel this orgasm coming like a bullet train racing down the tracks.

For several precious moments, there is nothing and no one in the world except us.

And then the fantasy ends.

The hard, rhythmic thump of a fist banging on my door interrupts us.

Rory freezes mid-thrust, his cock stuffed inside me.

We lock eyes. Here we are, captor and captive, naked, tangled up all over each other. And someone’s about to march in here and find that out for themselves.

This is bad.