Owned By A Sinner: Chapter 40

After we’ve showered, Kiara climbs into bed.

I sit down on the side, calling Will.

“Warehouse is clean, and we barbequed the Sicilians,” he answers.

“Good. Our men?”

“Taken to the morgue. The families will be notified, and I’ll make the payments tomorrow.”

Rubbing tiredly over my forehead, I say, “I want to know when the funerals are.”

“I’ll find out.”

“Thanks for everything.”

“That’s what I’m here for.”

Ending the call, I set the device down on the bedside table. I pick up my Glock, and turning so Kiara can see, I say, “This is how you change a clip.” I go through the procedure, then hand the gun to her. “You do it.”

She scoots closer and takes the weapon. I watch as she struggles through her first time, then I order, “Again.”

I have her take out the clip and shove it back in until I’m sure she has the hang of it. Wrapping my hands around hers, I continue with the lesson, “This is the safety. If it’s on, you can’t fire the gun. Flick this off, and you’re good to go.”

“Okay.” Her eyes meet mine. “Will you take me for shooting lessons?”

I nod. “We’ll start this Saturday.”

“I have a lunch date with my mom.”

“What time?”

“We’re meeting at eleven am.”

“We’ll go to the shooting range at eight.”

A smile spreads over her face, but then she asks, “Are you angry with me?”

Tucking the Glock under the pillow, I shake my head. “No, it was just a huge loss.” I lift my hand to her cheek, brushing my fingers over her soft skin. “Having you in the line of fire took ten years of my life.”

Kiara shifts closer and wraps her arms around my neck. She presses a kiss to my temple. “I’ve got you.”

The corner of my mouth lifts. “Thanks, baby.”

Lying down with Kiara in my arms, I bury my face in her hair and rub a hand up and down her back.

Slowly her scent drifts through the gunpowder still stuck in my lungs. Her touch soothes the sorrow.

Turning my face to hers, my lips nip at hers as I move my hand down between us. I push beneath the fabric of her leggings and cover her pussy.

Letting out a satisfied moan, I nudge her onto her back as I start to massage her clit, my tongue thrusting into her mouth.

I need her more than ever tonight.

I part her and rub a finger over her clit, then push inside her heat. “Always so wet for me,” I growl before my teeth tug at her bottom lip.

“Just for you,” she murmurs, desire coating her words.

Kiara brings her hands to the sides of my neck, and as I let the kiss spiral out of control, her palms roam down my chest and abs.

Freeing her mouth, I thrust my finger deeper, trailing biting kisses down the column of her throat before pulling my hand out of her leggings and saying, “Clothes off.”

I grab her pants and yank them down her legs while she takes off her shirt. The second Kiara’s naked, my teeth feast on her nipples, my tongue lashing at them until they’re pebbled. Her moans tell me how much she loves my mouth on her.

There’s only this woman and what she does to me.

Moving down her body, I grab hold of her thighs and spread her wide open for me. My eyes drink in the sight of her bare and ready for my cock. I bury my face between her legs, lapping at her arousal, feasting on her unique taste.

Kiara’s hips lift off the mattress, and she rubs herself harder against my mouth as moans and gasps spill over her lips.

“Liam,” she whimpers. “God, Liam!”

I devour her until her thighs clench against my shoulders, and her body convulses as if I’m electrocuting her.

Not having the patience to step out of my sweatpants, I shove the fabric down, and freeing my cock, I position myself at her opening. Only then do I lock eyes with her again. Gripping her hip tightly with my other hand, I thrust hard inside her, burying myself to the hilt.

The pleasure is instant, zipping down my spine, making me thrust harder, grinding my pelvis against hers.

Jesus. Incredible.

“Oh, God. Liam,” Kiara gasps. “So good.”

My lips curve up, and then I pull out to the last inch before slamming back inside her, loving how her heat wraps around me.

With my gaze still locked with hers, I groan, “So fucking beautiful.” I take a deep breath, then move, fucking her fast and hard.

I pour my heartache into her and find comfort in her body.

The sounds of our skin slapping and how wet she is for me fill the air, and it makes me drive harder into her.

“Liam,” she moans, ecstasy washing over her features. “Yes. God, yes.”

I watch goosebumps spread over Kiara’s breasts and stomach, hardening her nipples even more.

Mine.

My thrusts become forceful, my need to own her overwhelming me.

My need to make her mine in every way, driving me to move harder and faster.

It’s moments like this one that make living and dying worth it.