A hot sensation crept over me and settled between my legs. This was bad, really bad, and I couldn't do a single thing about it because this intimidatingly sexy man standing on the edge of the bed in only his body-hugging boxers had me caged underneath his dilated and dark gaze.

How could I possibly be getting aroused by just looking at him?

Shocked and humiliated that I could fall so blatantly, I pushed up on my elbow and tried to flee backward but he caught my left ankle and I yelped out his name when he pulled me to him, jamming his hand between my knees and flinging them apart. Then he settled himself right there, right there where I could feel his hardened erection rub against me.

"Killian, let me go." I struggled, my small fist pounding on his chest and I presume it didn't sit well with him because he responded to my unruliness quickly and a muscle deep inside my belly clenched with pleasure when his right hand swatted the side of my ass sharply.

Good lord.

"Behave." He admonished gruffly, giving me a warning glare -his tone sinister, demanding. Adrenaline shot through my bloodstream and my hands fisted the sheets in anticipation. I admit, I was more turned on by this than I should have been but I wasn't to blame. Killian had an assertive, dominant side and my clit throbbed like the whore for it.

"Still think I don't own you?" He gruffed, his hand delving beneath my dress and hiking it up around my waist, exposing my silk panties. "Still think all this isn't mine to possess?"

Him resting half atop me, staring down between my legs was hot but I couldn't let him get under my skin. "It's not. You don't own me." I defended almost breathlessly. "It's not yours."

I knew I was playing with fire when I said those words and he showed me just how wrong I was by pushing the silk fabric of my panties aside and pressing a finger right between my legs, where I was soaking wet and desperate.

My entire body jerked. This felt so good that I didn't have time to despise myself for my weakness because everything about this man turned me on to the point of no return.

"Lying doesn't suit you, Sterling." His fingers coursed through my folds until he found my clit and pinched it. I jolted from the shocking pleasure, gasping a faint whisper of his name. "Perhaps I should just fuck your mouth instead since it seems to be the only thing detesting my ownership."

Fuck my mouth? Oh, my body shivered with both delight and anxiety.

What was wrong with me?

"But for now, I'll just have to settle with fucking you senseless."

Jesus chest this man was going to be the death of me!

His weight and heat left me when he leaned back to pull my panties down my legs with brutality. "Tell me your safe word."

His question made me blink. I couldn't think straight, I'd never used a safe word before, I'd never needed one because no one fucked me as hard as he did.

"Raspberry..." The word left my mouth before I could stop it and I guess he must have assumed that was my safe word because he now, without a word, pulled me harshly to the center of the bed, and I gasped when he pushed both my legs wide apart, trapping me more effectively underneath him.

I tried to move away but his grip on my hips prevented me. He was being rough with me. He didn't kiss me, didn't touch me, he didn't even take my dress off, he was just...oh Jesus!.. He entered me deeply, very deep, so deep I placed my hand over my mouth to swallow down the searing cry that raced up my lungs.

"Fuck. No." He stilled, a grunt escaping his lips as he yanked my hand away from my mouth and secured both my wrists in his left hand whilst grabbing them above my head.

I arched my back with a gasp, staring blindly into those indigo eyes now hardened to the color of dark steel.

"If you cover your mouth while I'm fucking you again, I'll tie your hands down. I want everyone to hear how good I make you feel, understood?"

The total domination he had on my body intensified my desire to an outrageous level. I nodded quickly, hoping he'd release his hold on my hand but he didn't, instead, he held me tightly in place with his rigid grip on my wrist, and then he stretched atop me, burying his face in my neck as he pulled out to the tip and slammed forward, plunging hard inside me, inch by inch, deeper.

My body convulsed. "Killian oh my God!"

"Yes, that's it, baby." He started to fuck me with relentless fervor, each force of his violent thrust deep and hard, shifting me up on the bed. Fuck! Pleasure rippled through me again and again, pushing me over the edge with every deep, eager, angry swivel of his hips.

"Hope." His groan vibrated around me as he surged against me. "No one else can make you feel the way I do." His breath was warm and heavy on my skin, a sharp likeness to how hot I felt inside. "No one."

"You're delusional." I rasped, fucking him back with my hips. "You don't own me."

His face left my neck when he flicked my earlobe with the tip of his tongue and rasped back. "Tell that to me when I'm not this deep inside you and you're not clenching around my cock."

Jesus! Jesus!

His grip on my hand tightened to the point that it hurt. "Tell me you don't belong to me when I'm not fucking you so hard you're forgetting to breathe."

I wasn't. I wasn't breathing, not with the way he drilled into me aggressively, punishing me, bruising me.

My hand twisted against his beastly grip, aching for the need to touch him, to sink my fingers into his silky hair, to run my hands over his sweaty chest, to claw his back as he slammed me ruthlessly, branding me, marking me, again and again. "Feel that?" He rasped, swiveling his hips effortlessly, thrusting forward and back, fucking me like he starved for it. "It's all me, it's me taking your hungry little pussy, it's me making you beg for more, it's me making you scream my name like a whore."

His voice floated around me but I was already too far gone. "Killian..." My walls clenched around him. My legs were giving out, my orgasm brewing like a storm. I couldn't take it anymore, I felt him everywhere.

Having mercy on my hand, he released them, letting them fall weakly to my side as he placed his palm on each side of me and stole my lips in a bruising kiss.

He'd kissed me for the first time tonight and it was open-mouthed, filled with hunger, lust, thirst, want.

I moaned in satisfaction when my hand snuck into his hair and snatched a first full of it. "Killian...I want to cum. Please."

"Tell me it's mine," he drawled into my mouth, his words almost like a plea of validation. Like he wanted my open confession. Like he needed it.

My mouth opened, searching for the right words, the words he so desperately wanted to hear. "I'm yours, Killian..."

"Fuck." He groaned between greedy kisses, plunging hard, not fast, just hard and so fucking deep. "Nobody else's?"

My eyes closed for a brief moment as I felt the peak of my orgasm begin to hit me but he all of a sudden pulled out so only the tip of him was left inside.

I popped my eyes open immediately. "No, Killian, please don't stop." I shifted my hips so he could hit me deeper, just where I wanted but he didn't, oh he didn't. "Nobody else Killian, please."

"Say it like you mean it." He gruffed.

"I'm yours." I nearly cried, so close to losing this orgasm and he was aware. He knew it.

"Louder." He commanded me, his hips teasing me with slow twists.

"I'm yours Killian please go harder."

"Like this?" I choked on my breath when his hips pumped back in with one full thrust.

"Yes!" My hands pulled out of his hair and clawed his back. "Right there! Yes!"

Every bang of his hips brought me nearer to my climax. Oh, I wanted it to last, I wanted this to go on forever but It didn't, it couldn't because we were both right on the edge and one last bop of his hip into mine was all it took for my orgasm to come flooding.

I gripped his shoulders and pulled his body down to mine, my mind going blank momentarily as my orgasm tore through me, but he didn't stop. He leaned back, lifted my legs up, and hit me deeply, the sound of my juice mixing with him resonating across the room. "Fucking hell, I'm cumming, Hope." He warned, grabbing my hips and holding me in place as he plunged deeper.

"Cum baby, yes." Our hips moved as one, skin glistening with sweat. He squeezed my hips, that look on his face when he was about to cum so undeniably sexy it turned me on again. "I'm fucking cumming." He was struggling to hold on. His grip on my hip loosened.

Several more thrusts and he grunted out loudly, finding his release. He held me in place as he spilled himself inside me, filling me up with his hot, thick essence. And then he collapsed atop me with a sated grown, his cock still lodged inside me, breathing into my neck as he heaved for air. "Hope Sterling, you will be the death of me."

I pushed back the sweaty sex disheveled piece of hair on my face. "You'll send me to hell at this point,"

I groaned when he suddenly slipped out of me and rolled over, collapsing by my side. "If you're going to hell I'll be right behind you because you're mine now. Completely and absolutely and next time you want to run your pretty mouth, remember that."

It wasn't cold anymore but shivers ran down my spine.

I smiled. An indescribable feeling surged from deep within me. It was incredible; knowing that I was his, knowing that no man would ever come after him... Knowing that no man would ever match the way he fucked me raw and Uncontrollably.

I strained my body and turned to face him. Staring at his sweaty face made an overwhelming urge to kiss him come over me. But kissing him at this point would complicate my feelings and I didn't want him to get any ideas that I cared about him beyond our sexual attraction. So I just placed my hand on his face and brushed his bangs slick with sweat away.

To my surprise, he held up my hand, lifted my wrist, and pressed his lips to the underpart, kissing the reddish bruise there.

I felt my heart flutter as he continued to knead and kiss the dent. It felt so out of character that I shot him a look, wordlessly asking him to explain.

"This is me making up for hurting you. I believe I went too hard and I should've considered your condition first before... You know."

"You could just say sorry." I sighed.

"I prefer my explanation better." He drawled, releasing my hand. "Take off your dress and turn around."

There it was again-the commanding, assertive-idiot.

I didn't ask why, I just did as he'd told me. I helped myself into a sitting position, fighting the groan from breaking off my lips as everything between my thighs ached.

With caution, I pulled my dress over my head, freeing myself from the tight material. My bra came off next, leaving me totally bare as I laid back on the bed, my back to him.

The bed crumpled when he moved closer and wrapped his arm around me. He'd pulled me close until his face was buried in my neck. The feel of my naked back against his chest was subduing. I sighed, feeling myself already starting to drift into sleep.

"I could get used to this." He breathed against my neck, burrowing me deeper into his chest.

A sleepy smile etched on my face. I knew I'd be sore the next day, but I didn't care. I loved every single second with him and a part of me wanted it to last forever but I knew it couldn't...

"Me too..."

When I opened my eyes the next morning, I found Killian still draped around me, fast asleep with his arm over me, holding me close to his suffocating body heat that absorbed me.

He'd spent the whole night with me. This realization was pleasing as it was also shocking because I had expected to wake up alone, but he was here, naked, breathing steady against my back.

When I tried to move, a faint distressed groan erupted from deep in his throat. "Hope." He stirred, nuzzling his face in my hair as he inhaled deeply. He'd woken because I felt his eyes blinking and closing behind me like he was trying to clear his vision. I took the opportunity to turn, meeting his sleepy, heavy-lidded, blinking eyes beneath his tousled hair falling rakishly over his forehead.

"Good morning," I mumbled.

He replied to my greeting with a hum as he moved away, unpeeling himself from me. "How long did I sleep?"

"I don't know," I pulled my hand over my head and stretched, working the sleep off my muscles. "I just woke."

I watched his gaze lower to my chest before meeting my eyes. "You should cover up before the maids get here."

I let out a huff and rolled unto my stomach, stealing a pile under my face. "Give me five minutes."

"No." He gruffed and I gasped when he gave me a playful slap on my right ass cheek." Get your fat ass up now." He moved to the edge of the bed and stood. "I'm going to shower, join me if you wish."

Not bothering with finding some clothes, he headed towards the bathroom door, walking with sleek confidence as he gave me a view of his sculpted back and perfect ass.

An invitation to shower with Killian.

This was new.

I smiled, my voice calling after him."Is that your way of telling me I stink?"

He stopped and craned his head towards me. "If I wanted to tell you that you stink, I wouldn't need to cover it up." He drawled. "But yes, you do stink."

"So do you, asshole." I picked up my pillow and threw it at him and he caught it without flinching. Not that he needed to flinch because it was just a pillow but it was still hot.

"You throw like my dead dog." He threw the pillow back to me and it hit me straight on the head.

"Ow!" I was being a little overdramatic. He knew because he had this trademark smile on his face that I was sure reduced women to drools. "You coming or what?"

I rolled my eyes and rubbed my forehead. "I'll be there in a minute."

With a nod, he walked in and I pushed my feet out of the bed and got up.

Yep, definitely sore.

Groaning, I picked up my clothes from last night and tossed them in the hamper. The thought of taking a shower with Killian thrilled me and there was a smile on my face when I draped a robe over my body, about walking out when Killian's phone began to vibrate on the nightstand.

My first instinct was to ignore it. I wasn't the type to snoop around, especially when it came to him but the phone kept ringing and I assumed it was urgent.

I walked over cautiously to the phone and glanced over at the caller ID. It read. Attorney Brad Rogers.

Why was Brad calling?

It must've been very important for his attorney to call by this time of the morning.

I picked up the phone. It felt hot in my hands. I paused for a moment. Then with a sigh of acquiescence, I punched the button.

"Hello?"

"Killian, why haven't you been taking your fucking calls all night?!" He burst out, his voice attacking my ears to the point where I winced. "We're in trouble man, have you opened the E-mail I sent you?"

"This isn't Killian, this is Hope." My stomach twisted. "What you mean he's in trouble?"

"Hope! oh my God, I'm sorry. Shit." He was panicking. "Where is your husband, sorry I mean Killian?"

"He's taking a shower," my heart pounded as curiosity ate me inside out. "What's the problem?"

I heard the blare of a horn and traffic in the background, followed by a car door slamming. "I can't talk right now, just tell him to call me back once he sees the mail."

"But-" he hung up on me, and right after, a mail icon popped up.

I couldn't wait for Killian, I was too anxious and my legs were already shaking in anticipation.

Luckily for me, his phone wasn't password protected. I swiped it open. His photo popped up on the main screen. I knew I was going to regret this but I couldn't go back now. With slightly trembling hands, I swiped through the apps and opened the email. There was an attachment; a tabloid print. I clicked on it and read carefully and I felt my breath seize halfway down.

My body trembled and my temperature dropped as a sick pain spread through my stomach.

What the hell was happening...