Page 45 of The Bounty

Alarm bells ring in the back of my mind, blaring in panic.

But I part my lips easily for him, and his tongue plays with mine.

It’s incredibly hot.

His hand grips my neck tighter, and I crawl into his lap, straddling him.

Rational Olive is somewhere, screamingstop what are you doing are you crazy, but I lose control as soon as Killian groans into my mouth, a deep rumble of pleasure.

I break away from the kiss, gasping for air, and he brings his lips to my neck, trailing his tongue down my skin as I run my hands over his chiseled chest, scraping my nails against his tattooed skin.

He hisses against my neck, bringing his mouth lower until he finds my mating gland.

Without warning, he suckshard, and I see stars.

I can’t hide my moan that echoes throughout the room, and my hips grind against his as he brings me delicious torture with his tongue. His cock is hard against my leggings, and I find the right amount of pressure to rub at my clit.

“That’s right, let them hear you,” he whispers as he releases my skin with apop.“Let them know thatI’mthe one that found you, thatIbrought you here, andI’mmaking you feel like this.”

He thrusts his clothed hips up to meet mine, and soon his lap is soaked with fluid.

“Fuck, look at you,” he hisses, “making a mess on me. Let me drown in your slick, baby.”

I whimper, dangerously close to an orgasm I haven’t had in months.

“Come on, give it to me,” he grunts, both of his hands reaching behind to grab my ass. “Let me see you come.”

I grip his shoulders for purchase, riding him as I whimper. “Oh my God,” I chant. “Fuck, Killian…”

“Mmm,” he groans. “Yes, come all over my pants, baby. Fuck, you’re gonna make me come, too…”

I’m dry humping him like a teenager, but I don’t care. His scent envelops me and my cunt pulses, desperate for release.

“I need to come,” I hiss. “Killian, make me come.”

His hand leaves my ass cheek and reaches in between us, pushing his fingers under my leggings, stroking my soaking cunt.

“Holyfuck,” he pants. “You feel like silk, baby. So wet for me,fuck.”

His expert fingers find my clit andpress, and I see stars.

I close my eyes as my orgasm hints, my body shaking as I ride the wave of pleasure. He works my clit faster, running quick circles around it, and I let out a breathless cry.

“That’s right, good girl,” he pants. “Give it to me, Olive. Just like that.”

I don’t stop. A gush of slick spurts out of me, and he moans.

“Keep going, give me that slick, princess. Soak yourself, fuck—”

Without thinking, I pull on one of his piercings, hard.

He pulls me in for a violent kiss, groaning into my mouth as his hips buck and stutter. I ride out the last of my orgasm as he has his, his hand leaving my leggings to wrap around my throat as he kisses me.

His tongue plunges into my mouth, assaulting me ruthlessly as I swallow his growls. My vision blurs as his hand tightens around my neck, but another gush of slick bursts out of me as my sight grows dark.

I’ve never been so turned on in my life, and it’s all because of Killian.

When we finally settle, both of us panting, he smooths the hair from my face, and leans in to kiss me gently. I hum against his lips, content for the first time in ages.