Page 117 of Reckless Seduction
No fear. No regret.
Only hunger.
Then he unzips his pants, freeing himself, and pounces.
My dress tears under his hands, the top dragged down until it pools at my middle. Cool air skims my skin. His mouth is on my throat, biting, licking, soothing each sting with his tongue.
His arms wrap around my waist as he lifts me clean off the floor. My back hits the wall, leaving me breathless as he cages me there.
“So fucking hot,” he breathes in my ear, fingers sliding beneath my dress. When he meets no resistance, he pauses and tilts his head with a smirk. “Is my little whore not wearing any panties?”
I arch into him, moaning when his mouth closes over my hard, aching nipple.
“No,” I breathe.
His eyes flash.
He presses forward, and I gasp as he fills me in one hard thrust. Blood smeared across my skin transfers to his. I should be repulsed. I should feel horror.
Instead, I feel alive.
Kiernan drives into me again and again, thrusting me against the concrete wall so hard I know bruises will bloom by morning. My nails rake his shoulders. My thighs lock around his hips.
My nipples ache, begging for more of his mouth.
“I’m going to get you some nipple clamps,” he groans against my throat. “Make Seamus pull on them while I fuck your ass.Maybe attach a chain to my piercing so every time I thrust out, it pulls at your nipples.”
“Jesus,” I moan, every sensation sharpened by the adrenaline still coursing through my veins. “Kiernan.”
His name is a screamed prayer on my lips as pleasure tears through me. My body convulses in his arms, orgasm crashing over me in violent waves.
“Fuck, Bailey,” he roars. “I can feel your cunt milking my cock, baby.”
He follows with a curse, hips jerking erratically as release takes him too.
Then he slumps forward, forehead resting against the cool concrete beside my head, still holding me upright despite his exhaustion.
Our breaths mingle in the dark.
My entire life, I was lost in an unending circle of loneliness.
Until they come crashing into it, dragging me from the wretched darkness surrounding me.
Now there is no looking back.
EPILOGUE
Six months later…
After that night, the jagged pieces of my life began to slide into place. Not perfectly. Some edges still cut when touched too carelessly. Some wounds still ache when the weather changes. But for the first time in years, I am happy. Loved. Cherished. Surrounded by family and friends who choose me every day.
Things are never going to be easy. There is a war brewing on the horizon and too many unanswered questions lurking in the shadows. Enemies don’t disappear just because the head of the snake is severed. They slither deeper, waiting for the right moment to strike.
Nothing in the future is certain.
But for once, that uncertainty doesn’t terrify me.
The trust between the twins and me is not an easy fix. It isn’t something patched overnight with apologies and promises. It is rebuilt in stolen kisses over morning coffee, in the way Kiernan reaches for my hand without thinking, in the way Seamus always checks that I’ve eaten when I’m too distracted to notice hunger gnawing at me. It is rebuilt in honesty. In patience. In choosing one another again and again.
