Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 167204 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 557(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167204 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 557(@300wpm)
I’ve never fucked anyone without a condom before her. I always assess the risks before I make a move, and I’ve never been willing to take that risk just to enhance my pleasure for the duration of a meaningless fuck.
But it’s not like that with her. The possibility of the consequences makes it better.
It’s more of a risk with her than it ever has been before, but all I can focus on is the reward. I know I could get her pregnant. I know it would ruin both of our fucking lives.
I also fucking want it in a way I can’t explain. It’s not rational. It’s primal. Selfish. I want to force my way into more than her pussy. I want to make her keep me forever, even when the day comes that she won’t want to anymore.
I draw my hips back, then shove deep, searching for paradise and finding it buried deep inside her.
My blood always turns to fire when I’m fucking Brynn, and now is no different. She cries out when I slam into her, but even though I know she’s afraid of the consequences I want so badly to force on her, she takes that cock like a good girl.
I fuck her until she’s grabbing her mat to ground herself, whining and crying out for it as her ass bounces and I fill her pussy full of my cock. She’s so fucking beautiful, I try to commit the sight to memory so I never forget.
Then she comes, and my songbird lets go, releasing a chorus of moans and sighs and noises I can’t even put a name to. The sounds she makes when she comes for me fill me with a sensation like my heart is wrapped in barbed wire and ready to explode. It’s painful and fucking glorious, and as I drive my cock deep in her pussy and let go, I tempt fate just a little more.
“Fuck.” I pull out of her before I want to, but if I stayed as long as I wanted to, I’d never leave.
I collapse on the floor beside her, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her close to me. Brynn slides even closer, resting her head on my bicep like a pillow and closing her eyes.
“I made an appointment at the student health center to get my birth control sorted on Wednesday.”
She says it to reassure me, but it doesn’t. “When?” I ask.
“Noon. I don’t know how long it takes, but I figure I’ll either go before the gym, or if it takes longer, I’ll just skip the gym that day. Maybe we can have lunch together instead.”
“I like that idea.”
She smiles softly. “It’s a date. Since you got Paris, I’ll pay for this one,” she jokes, since she knows we both have at least the base university dining plans, so we never have to pay when we eat on campus.
I crack a smile, reaching over to caress her jaw. “No, you won’t. I’d never let you pay for a date, even with imaginary currency.”
“In all seriousness, I know I don’t make as much as you do, but I don’t mind paying for myself when we do things that are… you know, a more reasonable budget than taking a private plane to another country. Obviously, I cannot afford to pay my part in a date like that, but lunch, I could do.”
I shake my head. “Only poor fucks worry about shit like that. I’m perfectly capable of covering you when I take you out. And to be honest, if you try to take out your wallet, you’re just going to piss me off.”
She smirks, leaning in to kiss my jaw. “Oh, no, I’m so afraid.”
I smirk back, cradling her skull to get a better hold of her and pulling her in so I can kiss her lips. “You should be. I’m pretty scary.”
Her brown eyes twinkle with affection and amusement. “You don’t scare me,” she murmurs playfully, so close I feel her breath on my lips.
If you could read my mind, I would.
But I don’t say that.
Instead, I kiss those pretty lips, and since my strength is returning to my muscles and my craving for her is insatiable, I roll her little ass over, pinning her down against the mat and holding down her arms.
She looks up at me, her eyes full of trust and affection, and for a split second, I’m gut punched by guilt. By longing. By a sense of helplessness I do not fucking enjoy.
Then her phone lights up, and my gaze shifts to it on instinct.
And my blood runs cold when I see someone named Victor asking if she’s ignoring him.
Chapter Thirty-six
Brynn
“Who the fuck is Victor?”
Despite stating just a few seconds ago that I’m not afraid of him, I can admit Killian looks pretty fucking scary when he glares down at me, my body pinned down by his weight, my arms shackled to the ground by his strong hands.