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The possessive O’Rourke side claws its way into my brain, telling me to take her and dominate her the way I want. The consequences of Kieran’s death plan for her father have strangled me since he gave the order at our meeting.

Knowing I’m being watched, I slowly work my hand up and down the entire length, trying to control my orgasm, and see how long Ella can take. How long will she stay and watch?

“Fuck, yeah,” I groan as the pumping tease tightens my balls.

My leg muscles tense as my cock twitches. I alternate the pressure to keep going. And damn, it’s so fucking good.

But it’d be better if her lips were around my cock.

Eyes glued to the figure in the doorway, I remember how Ella’s tight cunt felt, and my hand squeezes the same. A mistake because now I’m on the edge, slipping from my control.

This is fucking nuts. What the hell are we doing?

I drop my hand and slide the shower open. “Don’t you dare move. You want to watch me make myself come?You want a better view?” I step out and move toward her.

Water sluicing down the side of my face, I leave a trail of puddles on my floor tiles, but I don’t give a fuck.

Ella’s eyes are wide and she’s frozen. Either out of fear or heady with need to watch me finish.

Standing over her, I feel the water dripping from my face. It lands on her cheek, and fuck, I want to lick it.

“Get me off,” I growl through clenched teeth. “You’re no whore. You’re better than any whore I’ve had. Stroke my cock until I come because I want it.Youwant it.”

Ella doesn’t touch me, though. Her hooded chocolate eyes go wide with... I know that look. It’s beyond desire. It’s beyond want. It’s need.

“I said, make me come. Or leave.” I give her an out.

Ella swallows, her throat working.

I grip her neck. “Do that again. Swallow.”

The fucking muscles, taut and corded, blow my mind.

“I...” She groans, the vibrations driving me wild. “I want...”

“Whatever you want right now, take it. I’m yours. Right now.”

“I want to taste you.” Ella presses her lips against my bare, wet chest.

Her hands stroke the parts she can’t kiss. Further and further down until she gets on her knees in front of me.

Jesus fucking Christ.

CHAPTER THIRTY

Balor

Ella’s hand wrapped around my cock draws a hiss from me like I’ve never uttered before. The feel of her fingers tightening around my length weakens my knees, and I have to slam my hands on the vanity to hold me up.

“You want my cock in your mouth, aye? Then take it. Suck it. Get me off.”

After a teasing lick up and down, she takes my entire length into her mouth, and I nearly blow right there and then. Her hands cup my balls and it’s a fucking metaphor come to life because she has me by the balls.

Her mouth is a fucking vacuum, and for a second, this is the whore action I expect. The perfect blow job. Her cheeks hollow out sucking me so hard, it borders on pain. But it feels so fucking sweet.

“Hold the fuck on.” I grip her hair as I thrust deeper into her throat. I fuck her mouth, my balls slapping her chin. “Fuck, take me deep down that throat.”

I plunge in and out of the warmth of her mouth, so far gone now. I want to feel my cock contract in her sexy mouth.