Page 18 of Twins for the Enemy

Chapter fourteen

~KIERAN~

My mind moves through building and tearing down empires so fast, the real world feels too slow. It’s boring, predictable—nothing holds my attention when I already see how everything starts and ends.

But with Farah, everything is worth attention.

I notice where my fingertips brush against the curve of her shoulder. I notice the curves of her palm as it grips onto the back of my neck, pulling me closer. I notice the way her nose nudges against mine when she kisses me deeper .

I notice the way my hand moves down to her ass, pulling her closer, and she urges me on, her breasts pushing up against me as she tries to get closer.

My eyes flicker toward her injured ankle. She presses against my cheek.

“I’m fine,” she breathes. “Please. Just do what you want.”

I kiss her again, her breath slipping out as our mouths collide.

It’s more than the sensation against my mouth, it’s more than friction and the feeling of my thumb against her throat, her artery fluttering against my skin.

It’s destruction and rebirth. Like building empires with our hands and seeing the whole kingdom reflected in her eyes.

Her hands move to my pants, unzipping them. I grasp her hands, stopping her.

“It’d be an ambitious idea to do this here,” I say. “But it’s not practical for someone as large as me.”

She glances around the car like there could be a spot where we could move more easily, but she’s not going to find one. She looks at me, biting her lip.

I should tell her we could fuck in the botanical garden, but if we got caught and charged with indecent exposure, I’m certain she’d choose to stay in prison rather than go home with me.

A slow smile crosses her face. “You know, I owe you.”

“For?”

“For… what we did on your stairs,” she says. “I’ve never— I’ve still never… gone down on a man.”

My erection is instant. It could be from her words, but it could also be from her expression, which crosses boundaries between self-consciousness and curiosity.

And that mouth is a bowtie, a perfect accessory for my cock.

She notices the tent in my pants. I release her hands, and she unbuttons and unzips me .

When she takes ahold of my cock, her gaze is on it like it’s already in her mouth, it’s enough to nearly send me to the edge.

Her blonde hair sways forward, creating a curtain between us. I pull it back with my hand, keeping it out of her face. I’m not going to miss watching her.

She gives me a shy glance before her tongue slides over the tip.

It’s a timid lick, like someone trying a new food, but the way the tip of her tongue flicked upward could drive me straight to an asylum.

Her tongue becomes more confident as it continues around the head and down my length. She’s so good I wouldn’t believe that this was her first time if it weren’t for the small hesitancies in her movements, which only makes it harder to not explode.

She has to open her mouth all the way to take in the head of my cock, her tongue fluttering underneath it. A low, guttural sound rumbles out of me. I place my hand on the back of her head. I don’t add any pressure, but she takes in more of my cock, her tongue continuing to tease underneath it.

My breathing gets more inconsistent. Steam is forming on the window. Her head is bobbing up and down, leading to a pleasure that’s borderline violent. I could bite my own tongue off now and not even notice.

I do notice her hand, slipping under the waistband of the sweatpants I gave her. The faster her hand moves, the faster her lips glide against my cock.

Usually I’m selfish. I take what I want without any guilt over not giving back.

But if anyone is going to pleasure her, it’s me.

I put my hand under her chin, pushing until her mouth slips off my cock, a thin strand of saliva trailing off her lips.

Jesus Christ.

“Get on me,” I order, but before she can even react, my hands are on her waist, pulling her over to the driver’s seat. I’m careful about her ankle, but she seems to have forgotten about it completely as she drags it across the center console to straddle me.

Her head is bowed to prevent it from hitting the ceiling of the car. I pull her shirt off, rough enough to make her gasp, my knuckles grazing the curve of her ribs.

Her breath catches when I drag the fabric over her head.

Her bare breasts press against my chest, full and flushed, the kind of perfect that makes a man lose his mind.

Her skin is warm, her nipples tightening under my gaze. I take one into my mouth, sucking slowly as my tongue rolls over the sensitive peak. Her back arches, soft sounds catching in her throat, but I want more than a taste. I want every part of her.

I pull the lever on the seat, causing us both to abruptly decline. Her breasts hit against my chest as her lips linger close to mine. I drop my hand between us and shove her sweatpants down over her hips .

I hiss when I feel how wet she is.

“Fuck,” I mutter, gripping her ass. “You're killing me.”

I grasp my cock. She raises her hips.

The moment I slam into her, her back arches and she gasps.

I put my hand on the back of her neck, pulling her close enough to mark her with a nip near her jaw.

Her hips roll against me in a desperate rhythm, her body pressing, demanding more.

I grip her tighter, every muscle straining to keep command. We’re locked in the same hunger.

I put my hands on her hips, only maintaining enough self-control as I fuck her to stop her head from hitting against the car’s ceiling.

Her hair bounces against her shoulders and against my chest, a blessing of gold strands between us.

She’s biting her bottom lip and squeezing her eyes shut, still trying to rock her body against me as I lift her up and down.

I don’t want anybody else to have her. Ever .

I want to give her everything. I want to take everything.

I want her body. Her children. Her heart.

I’ve never wanted something that I didn’t hunt down and capture—not business, not pleasure, not revenge.

Farah cries out. I stop for a split second, until I feel her pussy pulsing around my cock, tightening so possessively around me that it’s hard to keep bouncing her body on me.

But as she trembles over me, resting her head on my shoulder, and her hot breath presses against my jaw, it feels like the victory I’ve wanted.

With a growl and a tight grip on her ass, I come hard inside her.

The car’s filled with steam and heat and her scent.

My cock’s still buried deep, her chest heaving against mine.

And I’ve never unraveled like that before.

It wasn’t just release. It was surrender .

My breathing starts to slow. Her hair is tickling against me. She hasn’t moved. It’s quite possible she’s fallen asleep because her eyes are closed. I keep as still as possible, but that only allows my mind to race. It allows my mind to consider the empires I’m building and destroying right now.

Yes, I want her.

But this is a betrayal toward Ellie.

This is the woman who injured her.

It will also end up being a betrayal toward Farah. I’ve been hiding the fact that Ellie—Helena, as Farah knows her—is the victim of her arson. Once she learns the truth, she’ll burn us to the ground.

I’m betraying Olivia too. I’d felt half-alive since she’d passed until Farah crashed into me. She was a ghost haunting that hospital because she knows I let the memory of her slide away from me to chase my own selfish pleasure.

I need to tell Farah the truth. I need to demand the truth out of her .

I concentrate on her breathing, but she’s definitely asleep.

I’ll ask her later.

I turn my head enough to look out the window. The steam from the car has made the Christmas lights decorating the botanical garden look like distant stars.

I close my eyes. When the sun comes up, the Christmas lights won’t be visible. In the morning, I’ll know what’s real and what dims at the slightest scrutiny.