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Heart of a Prick (An Unforgivable Romance Book 3) by Ella Miles (83)

Killian’s hotel room is impressive. It’s one of the most impressive hotel rooms I’ve been in, and I’ve been in a lot. It’s large and spacious, and it has more rooms than any hotel room should. It’s also in the Felton Grand, one of my family’s hotels. I didn’t want to come here yet. Not so soon after my father passed away. Not when this is the place that I would miss him the most. But I didn’t want to tell Killian the truth when he brought me to this hotel, so I came.

I shake nervously as I watch him pour two glasses of wine. The nerves at least keep me from thinking about my father. He hands me my glass of wine, and he takes his and sits in a chair next to me. I hate that he is sitting there. I want him to sit next to me. I want him to kiss me. I want him to sleep with me, like he promised.

Instead, he sits, patiently watching me, as we both sip our wines.

“What do you do?” I ask, trying to distract my nerves.

“Do you really want to know? Or would you prefer, when I make you come, you don’t know anything about me? That way, when this is over, you can go back to whatever you are running from without any attachment.”

“How do you know I’m running from something? Maybe I’m just missing my father.”

“You are.”

I just nod. I don’t know if he means, I’m running from something, missing my father, or both.

“What about you? What do you do?”

“I thought we weren’t going to talk specifics.”

“No. I’m not going to tell you about me. The more you know, the more it’s likely that you will get attached.”

God, why am I here when this man keeps insulting me? I frown. “I won’t get attached.”

“No?” He raises his eyebrows.

He’s probably right. If I fall for this man, it will only give me more of a reason to run from whomever my father and grandfather have chosen for me.

“Fine.” I sigh. “But I don’t want to tell you about me either.”

If I don’t get to know anything about this man, he doesn’t get to know anything about me.

He nods and takes a slow sip of his drink.

“When are we going to…” my voice says shakily.

“Fuck?” he says, finishing my sentence.

Wine slips from my mouth at how easily the word rolled off his tongue. He probably says fuck daily. He probably fucks daily. I’m never going to live up to the girls he’s had before. I try to push that thought out of my head. He chose me, for whatever reason. And he doesn’t have to know how inexperienced I am.

“Come here,” he says, motioning for me to come to him.

I place my glass on the coffee table and walk to him. When I reach him, he remains seated. So, I stand awkwardly in front of him. I fidget with my hands, not sure what he wants me to do.

Killian chuckles a raspy deep chuckle, like he hasn’t used his voice to laugh in a long time. His hand grabs my wrist, and he pulls me hard onto his lap.

He strokes my cheek. “Don’t think, princess.”

I try to listen to his words. I try not to think as his mouth kisses down my neck, leaving warm, wet tingles. I can’t help the tears that begin welling in my eyes. Of all the terms of endearment he could have chosen to use, I can’t believe he chose the one that reminds me of my father, the one nickname my father always used to call me.

When he sees my tears, he softly kisses them with his lips before licking up the salty liquid with his tongue.

“What’s wrong, princess? We don’t have to do this.” He tucks my hair back behind my ear before his hand softly rubs my back. “I just thought you might need it.”

“Why did you call me princess?”

He smiles weakly at me. “Because you are one.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re beautiful.” He softly kisses my hand. “You’re intelligent.” He kisses my other hand. “You’re used to being taken care of.” He softly kisses me on the cheek. “You’re a little too sweet and naive.” He kisses the other cheek. “Your clothes are simple yet expensive.” His kiss brushes softly on my lips. “You should be worshipped.” He runs a hand through my hair. “You’re a princess in every sense of the word.”

I smile at how intuitive he is. He’s picked up a lot about me in the short amount of time we have been together.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Okay, you can call me princess.”

He wipes tears that are still visible on my cheeks. “It’s going to be okay, princess.”

I suck in a breath as he grabs the nape of my neck and kisses me hard on the lips. I moan as his tongue massages mine. His kisses are deep and intense. His kisses are full of purpose.

I hold on to his neck as he kisses me. I’m too unsure of what to do with my hands to do much else even though my hands are tingling to rip off his jacket and buttoned-down shirt to see what lies beneath them.

Instead, he lifts me and carries me to a room with a lavish bed covered in throw pillows. I land softly among the pillows. I watch as he removes his jacket and carefully places it over the back of a chair in the corner of the room. He removes his tie before he unbuttons the top couple of buttons of his shirt.

I watch as he climbs over me, but his body doesn’t touch mine. My heart pounds erratically in my chest as I stare up at the beautiful man above me. I squeeze my hands into fists to prevent myself from running my hands all over his body.

He squints his eyes at me before he takes my hand and presses it against his chest. “You can touch.” He smirks at me.

Killian leans down and kisses me again, hard. It’s so hard that he sucks all the air from my chest. His hand slides up my shirt, massaging the exposed skin of my stomach. His eyes open occasionally to study my reaction when he takes everything a step further, but he doesn’t slow down or hesitate. The intensity of his stare is there every time he opens his eyes.

I let my hand slip into the opening of his shirt to feel his hard chest, but I don’t let my hands explore beyond that. His hand mimics mine, except his moves with more confidence and surety. I gasp when his hand expertly finds my nipple beneath my shirt. He slowly rubs the peak between his thumb and finger.

“Don’t think, princess. Just feel,” he whispers into my ear.

This time, I do what he says. All I feel is the intensity building inside me. He releases my lips, and his tongue instead finds my other nipple as he lifts my shirt up.

“Oh, wow,” I moan when he flicks his tongue over it.

“You’re beautiful, princess.”

His words barely register. I can’t focus on anything but the sensations on my breasts.

His hand slips down my pants, and my heart rate increases in anticipation. He takes my pants off in one fluid motion, and then I’m exposed. My shirt is lifted high above my breasts, and my pants now lie in a pile on the floor while Killian is still completely clothed. Why the hell is he still clothed?

When his mouth sinks lower until his tongue touches my clit, I no longer care that he is still clothed. All I care about is that he keeps doing that.

“Oh my God!” I moan louder than I probably should.

I feel his mouth curl into a smile, but his tongue never leaves my clit.

“God, don’t ever stop whatever the hell you are doing.” I breathe fast as he swirls his tongue faster and faster over my bud.

When he sticks two fingers inside me, I almost lose it.

“Killian!” I scream as he stretches me.

The sensation is beyond words. His fingers seem to completely fill me. I can’t imagine how it will feel to have his cock pushed deep inside me. I can’t imagine him being small.

His fingers move faster inside me as his tongue moves in rhythm with them.

“Come for me,” he commands in between thrusts inside me.

“Oh, fuck,” I moan as I come, just like he commanded.

His fingers slowly and reluctantly move out of me, but I can’t move. I’m too exhausted.

I just came on a man’s fingers while his mouth tasted my juices. That’s a first. I’ve had sex before, sure, but no man has ever made me come before. Maybe that’s why I never went to seek it out. If I knew orgasms could feel better than the ones I give myself with a vibrator, I would have sought out men who could give orgasms like Killian sooner. I wonder if he is as good at making a woman orgasm when he’s thrusting deep inside her.

“Be right back, princess,” he says. He gently kisses my lips. It’s a stark contrast to the kisses he was giving me just moments earlier.

I sigh for the first time in a long time, feeling relaxed. I close my eyes as I wait for him to come back. I don’t bother with covering my naked body. Modeling has taught me not to be shy about my body, and I want more.

When Killian comes back, I’ll be brave. I’ll show him what I want. I want him to fuck me like I’m sure he has with countless women before. I want to feel slutty and dirty. I want to feel wild. For the first time in my life, I want to fuck a complete stranger.

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