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The closer they got to her apartment, the more the crowd thinned. Killian’s hands slid across her ass before grabbing a handful and squeezing. That was it. She was out of her league.

Chapter Two

“I still think about that night all the time. His Cajun accent took me by surprise. I didn’t realize I hadn’t heard him speak before. In every interview I’d ever seen, Killian was the one who answered every question. I knew he had a sexy English accent, but Cajun? Whew! It’s every bit as hot. My shock over the sound of his voice is the only excuse I can muster for not realizing immediately we weren’t alone. I want to fan my face even thinking about it. Killian slid onto the bench, filling the spot next to me. Before I had time to react, I was tucked beneath his arm. He said, ‘It’s bloody cold out here to be alone.’ Not, it’s bloody cold out here to be without a coat, or even, it’s bloody dangerous for a woman out here alone, but it’s bloody cold to be out here alone—like an invitation. Lyric took up the empty spot on the opposite side of me. Squeezed between them, I couldn’t get my voice to work. I’m not sure what I expected. Most likely, the shock was too much for me to expect anything at all. No matter what I thought, I didn’t make it home that night or the night after. In truth, I never made it home again.”—Feb 3
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“I’ve never seen a man in eyeliner, not that I’m complaining.”

Killian chuckled. He wanted to force his way inside her apartment and take her now. Playing the gentleman while waiting for her to open the door was taking every ounce of his control. “It’s not eyeliner. My eyes are tattooed to look this way.”

“They’re beautiful,” she said, holding his gaze as she added, “You’re gorgeous.” It came out in a whisper, drawing him in. He inched closer, hoping not to spook her. As his palms flattened against Arbor’s front door, Killian was hyper-aware of his intensity in her presence. “I really want you to kiss me, and I’m scared you won’t.”

Killian captured the final syllable as it left her lips. Covering her mouth with his, he swallowed the sound. The air thickened. The world narrowed to a pinpoint. He’d never tasted innocence such as hers. It coated his tongue, tasting like ambrosia—sweet and citrusy. He pulled away, staring down into her slightly unfocused eyes before going back for more. He couldn’t resist. She chased his tongue with hers. Killian knew what she was after. Giving in, he allowed her to toy with the metal stud piercing his tongue. The moan she released had his cock leaking. It was too much. Leaning away, he held her stare.

“Invite me in,” he ordered, unable to keep the growl from his tone. Arbor turned the knob at her back and slipped backward into the house. Her eyes flashed with daring. “Say the words, Arbor.” A mischievous grin curved her lips at his demand.

“Please come in, Killian.”

Satisfaction roared through him as his feet crossed the threshold. Walking backward, Arbor shrugged off Lyric’s jacket. “Do you mind returning this for me?” she asked as she tossed it over the rungs of a straight-back wooden chair.

“Later.”

At his snarled response, Arbor smiled even brighter. “Later,” she agreed. With his attention focused on Arbor, Killian didn’t bother looking around. The room was white with some sort of green sprigs on the wallpaper. A hint of clean linen tickled his nose. None of it mattered. The wicked smile twisting his lips was beyond his control. The one detail about the room he did absorb was the fact that Arbor was the only obstacle between him and her bed. A studio apartment. He couldn’t have planned it better.

He was stalking her. It had been inevitable. Fate was something he couldn’t escape, nor did he wish to do so. The expression on her face made it evident she hadn’t missed the change in him. Some beasts couldn’t be tamed. He was one of them. The need to corrupt rose inside him, taking over.

A nervous note entered her voice. “Would you like something to drink?” She licked her lips when he didn’t answer right away. “I could get you…” Killian didn’t allow her to finish. He pounced, cutting off her question. Yes. He did want something, but he doubted it was whatever she’d been about to offer. A squeak left her lungs before he covered her mouth with his, swallowing the sound. Cool hands ran up his back, making Killian realize she’d shoved her hands inside his shirt. The muscles in his stomach tightened. Her teeth sank into his bottom lip. Burying the fingers of one hand in her hair, he held her in place while tasting her mouth.

Finding her ass with his free hand, Killian hauled her forward, making sure she felt how hard he was for her. Arbor whimpered. Sharp nails scored his skin. His dick wept even more. Killian hadn’t been this close to coming in his jeans in years. The taste of Arbor and vodka filled his mouth. It was such a sweet and unique flavor. Turning his face away, he found her ear. He took her lobe between his teeth, nipping lightly. Arbor’s open willingness combined with her obvious incorruptibility, making him want to see how far she’d allow him to go.

“Has anyone ever eaten your ass?” he asked, pushing up her shirt as he spoke. She didn’t respond. It didn’t matter. He already knew the answer. There were thousands of wicked acts he could perform. “That’s what I want to do to you,” he added, making his intentions clear. “I want you on your knees, ass in the air and screaming my name.” Her nails scored his back further. She’d draw blood before the end of the night. Ragged breaths filled the air, but he didn’t relent. “First, I’ll toy with that delicious button that brings you so much pleasure, making sure you’re as wet as possible.”

Killian worked the shirt over her head and easily coaxed Arbor out of her bra. He caught a flash of unfocused eyes and flushed arousal before returning to speak against the shell of her ear. The last thing he wanted was to give Arbor time to come down from her high. He slipped the button loose on her jeans. “When my fingers are buried in your sex and my tongue is fucking your puckered strawberry, you’re going to feel fuller than you ever have before. But I promise you, it won’t be the last time.” A shuttering breath left her throat. Killian pushed her jeans, panties and all, down her hips. Stooping, he helped her step free of her clothing. Before Arbor could escape, Killian snagged hold of her hips and drew her closer, nuzzling the apex of her thighs. Her arousal filled his lungs, feeding his darkest desires.

“Are you going to let me do those things?” he asked against her skin as he kissed a path up her stomach. A beaded nipple scraped his taste buds before she responded.

“Yes.”

An evil smile twisted his lips at her whispered answer. He wanted to scoop Arbor into his arms and toss her onto the bed. Somehow, he managed to stay where he was, sucking lightly on one of the breasts that had been driving him crazy all night. With a final swipe of his tongue, he pulled away and met her gaze.

“On your knees, Arbor,” he ordered, motioning toward the bed. In spite of her obvious nervousness, she did as he bade without hesitation. Killian enjoyed the show. Tan skin, high, round breasts, and supple hips were only part of the whole package that was Arbor. She was beyond delectable. With his mouth watering, Killian grabbed the chair where Lyric’s jacket was hanging and followed on her heels. She glanced over her shoulder as she set one knee on the edge, watching as he positioned the chair where he’d have no trouble reaching her. With one chore out of the way, he tugged his shirt up and over his head.

“Oh God,” Arbor said, sounding breathless. He kept his knowing smile to himself. The mirror in his house worked fine. Killian knew what she was seeing. The tattoos covering his upper torso and pierced nipples were an everyday sight as far as he was concerned.

“You’re not in position,” he reminded her.

He was on her the moment she did as he bade. The muscles in his chest twitched. His erection bordered on painful. Arbor was soaking wet. Her tight heat squeezed his fingers as he buried them inside her. There was no pity in his heart. Her feminine salt coated his tongue. He was relentless in his attack. With his ass firmly planted on the chair, he gripped her hips between his hands, eating at her greedy cunt and ass. She was delicious. The sounds Arbor made as she rocked back against him drove him insane. He wanted to be inside her. When the first spasm hit, Killian shot to his feet, tearing at the button on his jeans. Even though his motions appeared frantic, even to him, he was in control. Thankfully, he had a penchant for carrying condoms in his wallet. In no time, he was suited up. They were pointless, but Arbor didn’t realize it yet. Showing the same lack of mercy he had in eating her pussy, he entered her in one swift motion, growling as her channel stretched wide. At the sound, Arbor moaned. He locked his back teeth together to keep from exploding right then. She tested him unlike anyone. He could barely breathe. A thousand thoughts ran through his mind, rushing to his lips. Left with no choice, he bit them back…for now. Instead, he focused on what he could control.

“Damn, Arbor. You feel amazing on my dick. Your pussy tugs at me, wanting more. It’s hot as hell.”

The heavy weight of his balls and the pressure climbing up his shaft spoke volumes about how close he was to orgasm. He refused. Pleasure wasn’t enough. Killian wanted to feel her cunt milking him as she came. Rolling his hips, he pumped against her while toying with the puckered strawberry that was still wet with his saliva.

“Play with yourself, Arbor. Come on, baby. Get your fingers in there. I know your clit is begging for it.” Going down on one elbow, she reached between her legs. The sight was damn sexy. At the first brush of her tiny bud, her walls tightened around him, making him gasp. Shit. He wasn’t sure he could hang on. In an attempt at pushing her over the edge, he pressed past the tight ring of muscles of her asshole, dipping inside. She cried out. Her muscles drew taut. His knees weakened, forcing him to lock them or fall. When her orgasm hit, the pulsations milked him into a blinding explosion. His eyes fell closed. Lights popped across his vision. As he collapsed on top of her, squashing her into the mattress, Killian swore his brain disconnected from reality. He saw heaven. Arbor was as close as he’d ever be to that holy place.

Arbor’s body hummed with joy. Killian was everything he had promised and then some. The image of him settling on the edge of the chair behind her, ready to eat her, would be forever seared into her brain. Sleek muscles, tattoos, and a balled up t-shirt on his knee. His wicked eyes. Damn. It was all right there, making her channel pulse with aftershocks. Those muscles were now pillowing her head. His scent, like spicy chocolate, surrounded her. He could ruin a woman. Killian was a top ten bucket list check mark for every woman. If she never slept or ate again, she’d be fine as long as she had this. In the aftermath of him, she felt invincible. His lips touched her forehead. Monstrous need clawed at her insides. Arbor stamped it down. Killian made her a bit insane with want. It was unhealthy.

“How did you end up inside Club Exile?”

Arbor toyed with his fingers, avoiding his gaze. Even though she was thankful for anything to concentrate on other than the desire to go at him like a wildcat, she was still uncomfortable with the topic.

“I had a dream.”

When she didn’t offer more, Killian shifted slightly. “About Exile?”

In spite of herself, Arbor chuckled. She was going to end up telling him every secret in her heart. Sheesh. The impact of him on her life. “No. It was one of those crazy bathroom dreams. I was at my aunt’s house and the bathroom was disgusting, but I had to go, you know?” She shrugged, not really expecting him to answer. “Anyhow,” she pressed on. “The room itself was huge, almost more like a living room than a bathroom. In contrast, the toilet was tiny and shoved in one corner. Since I didn’t have any other choice, I decided I’d be as quick as possible. Unfortunately, as soon as I sat down, my family began filing in and pulling up chairs around me, settling in for a long visit.” She suppressed a shudder at the memory. It was too late to back down now, but the knowledge didn’t stop her horror over admitting to a nasty-bathroom phobia.

“To make matters worse, my mom sat down next to me, blocking my path to the only form of toilet paper available. Of course, it was actually a stack of those horrible brown paper towels they keep in public restrooms. Not a single person in the room showed any sign they were interfering in a private moment. I was embarrassed and grossed out by the disgusting room. Then the situation got even worse; sewage water started dripping from the ceiling, right onto my head.” She shrugged again. “I have no idea why, but I suppose dreams aren’t meant to make sense. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I snapped. They all seemed genuinely surprised by my distress. Nonetheless, grumbling all the way, they filed back out. My mom still didn’t take the hint. She refused to budge. When I woke up, I had this awful lingering sense of disgust.”

The silence in the room after her story left her wishing she’d kept her mouth shut. Killian shifted positions, settling deeper into the mattress and trailing his fingers along her ribcage.

“You are the oddest woman.”

It was true, but still. “How so?”

She felt his shoulder lift in a shrug beneath her head. “You admit to things most women would rather die than say. I like it,” he added before she had time to feel self-conscious. “Of course, your answer doesn’t explain how you ended up in Exile.”

She went over the story in her head, realizing Killian was right. If a person didn’t over-analyze things the way she did, they’d miss what she knew as fact.

“No one ever notices me,” she explained. “It’s as if I blend into the background. I was walking past Club Exile, and I knew immediately I didn’t belong there. Several heads turned in my direction. I could see everyone attempting to figure out how I came to be on the same planet as them. The dream came rushing back to me. That lingering sensation of overwhelming frustration lodged in my throat. I couldn’t not go inside because I didn’t want to be invisible any longer. In some strange way, I knew you were waiting inside.”

His arms tightened around her. “You knew I’d see you.”

A derisive grin tugged at her lips. “If you’d passed me on the street, you would’ve looked right through me. It’s only because I was different from everyone else, you paused to look, but yes – in a manner of speaking, I knew it.”