Ruthless Arrangement (Underworld Kings)

I let go of his hand, holding onto his shoulders as his fingers slide inside me, just enough to coat his fingers as he rubs against my clit. Last night, I could pretend it wasn’t as intimate as it was. I mean, my panties were always in place. Now, I’m completely bare to him and this attraction between us is raging.

His eyes lock on mine. I don't shy away from him as he continues to rub his fingers against my clit, pushing against the throbbing button. I bite down on my lip doing my best not to cry out as pleasure moves through me. I take a breath, inhaling, and letting it shudder through my body as my orgasm builds. My body feels light, but the emotion inside of me is heavy, almost an anchor that ties me to Killian in ways I don’t want to acknowledge—at least right now. There’s something about him watching me while he touches me that is forbidden and sexy.

“Killian,” I groan as I feel my orgasm begin and I start to fall over the edge, letting it crash into me. My legs start to weaken, but he’s there to hold me upright, kissing me, capturing my moans in his mouth. His kiss is hungry, intense, as if I’m the air he uses to survive.

All our kisses have been hungry and intense, but this one is even more so as his tongue clashes with mine. It feels as if he’s not only claiming my body but my soul…

I pull away from the kiss, emotions so close to the surface as I touch my lips. They’re tender from the bruising force he used, but I love it. Killian pulls his hand from between my legs, and I gasp as I watch him lick his fingers clean. The pleasure that rolls through me is almost enough to bring me to my knees.

"Killian, it's time to go back to your cell," I hear a guard yell out, his fist slamming against the door.

"Don't open that door! I'll be ready in a minute," Killian growls.

The sternness of his voice surprises me. He doesn't take his eyes off me. His gaze feels like a stamp of ownership.

“Killian—”

"Get dressed before they come in."

I scoop up my discarded clothes and book it to the bathroom. I rush to get dressed while different emotions war inside me. I’ve gone from pleasure and happiness so high that it felt like I was floating in the clouds to this despair that’s seeping into my bones because now it’s over.

When I hear Killian yell out that he's ready, I hurry to pull on my pants and open the bathroom door.

I suddenly have to fight the tears that are stinging my eyes.

"Come here, baby," he says gently. He must see my tears because the look on his face softens.

"Killian, we need to go," the guard says again.

"Kiss me goodbye, Belle," he orders. Even when I'm upset, his dominance feels like it wraps itself around me, and I want to submit to everything he says. I kiss him hungrily—like it will be the last one I get to share with him. I also do it while fighting the tears that are trying to fall.

"I'll be home soon," he promises.

I can only nod because if I speak, I might start to cry. I try to give him a smile, but it's wobbling, so I purse my lips to hide it.

He looks at me with the same intense darkness, watching me for a minute before shaking his head and muttering to himself, "I'm in over my head."

I don't know what he means, but I’m in too much pain to wonder about it. It feels as if I’m dying when I watch them lead him away.

CHAPTER 31

KILLIAN

What the hell have I gotten myself into?

I get married to the daughter of a man that screwed me over ten ways to Sunday, and yet, I sit here with her consuming my every thought. When she admitted to me that she wanted me on the outside with her, it hit me like a ton of bricks. I didn’t think making her my wife would work out this way. I’m starting to care for her. What the hell does that even mean? I told her I didn’t do love. I wasn’t lying. Yet, something about her dives under the walls that I’ve taken years building.

The thing about Belle is, she’s innocent. She has no guile about her. How she managed that with the old man she had, I have no idea. It’s true, however. Completely true. That means she needs protecting, and I should be the one to do it. She belongs to me now. She’s mine. I’ve never wanted to claim a woman before. But I have her.

I’ve never even felt protective over another person—not since my mother died. Nothing has really been important in life since her death. It was only me to worry about. That's changed now. It would seem Belle has changed everything.