Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79244 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79244 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
“I can still… taste you…” he pants against the desk, but then I see it on his face even before his ass clenches. He’s coming. Cheeks flushed, brows furrowing, tongue reaching for his top lip as he grunts.
“Yes. Fuck, yes,” I growl, fucking him hard, until he starts twisting his hips, overly sensitive. Words keep coming from my lips as I stumble back, into a large armchair and pull Kill into my lap. “You’re such a good, obedient husband. I’m so lucky.” I place tender kisses all over his exposed neck. He keeps it perfume-free, just so I can smell the lovely flowers, not taste them.
Killian straddles my lap, hugging my head. “Yes. Yours,” his mutterings are like the purr of a happy kitten.
I smile, so content even the memory of my father’s words can’t spoil my joy.
But then something seems to shift in the farthest corner of the library. The only pets we’ve got here at the moment are the horses, so it can’t be a cat. I squint, and the shape starts making sense. Like an oil spill in the dark ocean at night, he hides in plain sight.
Corvus. I would recognize his hair anywhere.
My first reflex is to grab a book off the desk and hide Kill’s ass. That’s only for me to ogle. How fucking dare he?
Sat in the armchair, face half-hidden in the shadows, Corvus meets my gaze at last.
“Enjoyed the show?” I say through gritted teeth and stroke Killian’s back when he startles. “It’s okay, baby.”
Corvus clears his throat. “I didn’t want to interrupt.”
Like he ever cared about good manners when they were inconvenient. I’m done with his bullshit. “I will not out you, but don’t try to throw around homophobic shit again when all you want is a front-row seat to dick.”
I see his chest expand and expect him to take a shot back, but instead he rises and waddles toward the door while keeping his crotch conveniently turned away from us.
“That’s right,” I call after him. “Leave, and don’t even consider thinking about my husband when you rub one out!”
As soon as the door clicks shut behind him, Killian bursts out with laughter, hugging my neck tightly. “Okay, so that was embarrassing as fuck, but his face. His face, Damen! Did you see how he walked?”
His amusement rubs off on me, and I chuckle, gathering him against my chest. Tenderness rises inside me, making me complete in ways I’ve never felt. “You’re taking it well.”
Killian groans. “‘Cause what’s left to do? Too late to take it back. Cuss him out? He seemed too pathetic for that, lurking in the corner like some pervert in a cuck chair. Maybe now he has a crush on you, cousin-kisser.”
A scowl passes through my face. “I’m starting to regret I told you this story. And for the record, I never actually kissed him. Besides, I only have eyes for my little husband now,” I add, pushing my hand under his jacket and tickling his ribs.
“And you’re such a gentleman too, didn’t even come in my ass raw during a party. So considerate. I was far too gone to think about the potential for mess.”
Adorable.
“And that’s why you need me. I promise to always make sure you don’t get in trouble,” I whisper and kiss his lips as he rests against me, relaxing after our fuck. “But tomorrow, I want to fuck you while you’re wearing a jockstrap. I’m going to bring in the most trophies and lay them all at your feet,” I promise, imagining his eyes shining at the sight of me.
Then I realize it’s gruesome, it’s too much, I’m too much.
But Killian pulls away with a soft smile just for me. “You will. More than Titus, or Alexandra, or anyone else.”
Just like he promised, he accepts all of me.
He’s the one.
Chapter 21
Killian
There’s nothing unusual about Christmas morning at the Van der Horn home, other than the opulence of the decor and foods. The family gathers around the main tree in their pajamas and robes to give each other presents. I’m surprised none are particularly extravagant, but when I ask Damen about it, he informs me that people give one another bigger presents in private, and that this public display of holiday joy is meant as the great equalizer, so everyone gets sweets or joke gifts.
Even Corvus is summoned from wherever he’s been hiding, but he makes sure not to look at me or Damen. Good.
The staff reveal a huge foldable screen, and the main room transforms into a cinema showing holiday-themed cartoons, but after a late breakfast, the kids are all spirited away to the playrooms upstairs while the adults return to their rooms to change and prepare for the event of the year.
Considering that Damen has adorned me with expensive clothes and accessories already, I did not expect the present waiting for me. But my man has thought of everything, and soon I leave our quarters with a new Vivienne Westwood watch sitting around my wrist. I don’t really have anything to offer him, but he promises to collect what’s owed to him in kind, and we leave it at that. All the Van der Horns and their spouses gather in the smoking room, and once Karl establishes we’re ready, he heads off toward the same passage Damen showed me yesterday.