Charming Asshole (Killer of Kings) co-written with Stacey Espino
Killer of Kings, 3
He’s a killer. She’s raising his son. He’s coming back for both of them.
June’s used to living life in survival mode. With no family support or husband, it’s been up to her to raise her ten-year-old son on her own. It’s not easy, especially when she has a living reminder of the only man she ever loved. But that asshole walked out on her without warning, leaving her brokenhearted and pregnant. When he reappears back into her life a decade later, she’s no longer a naive young girl, and not ready to throw herself into his arms—no matter how tempting that might be.
Killian’s biggest regret in life is falling in love on the job. It wasn’t supposed to happen, and the only honorable thing he could do was walk away. Everything he’d told June was a lie, and she deserved better than a hitman for hire. When they cross paths years later, he’s blindsided when he discovers he’s a father. It’s a challenge to earn June’s love and trust after the lies and disappearing act, but he’s not letting her go this time. He’ll prove to her in more ways than one that she’s his woman. When an unknown threat puts a hit out on Killian’s new family, the Irish assassin is ready to send them all to hell in the name of love.
When the bed dipped beside June, she jumped out, gasping. She held her hands into fists, ready to hurt anyone who came near her.
“It’s me, baby. It’s me,” Killian said.
“Yes. It’s me. There’s no one else around. It’s just me.”
“Thank God!” She jumped on the bed, and threw her arms around his neck. “I thought you were dead. I thought that something bad had happened to you because I didn’t get to go to Boss.”
The moment he touched her, she moaned in a good way. Ten years without his touch, and she was desperate to feel his hands on her.
“Nothing can happen to you,” she said. “Do you hear me? Nothing.”
“I won’t let anything happen to me, baby. I promise. I love you so much.” He breathed her in, and she closed her eyes.
“Does Bain know you’re here?”
“Yeah, he nearly shot one of my nuts off. He’s so damn bad at times.”
“Don’t try to make a joke. I can’t handle a joke right now.”
“Hey.” He cupped her chin. “Everything is going to be okay. I promise.” He pressed a kiss to her lips, and she felt like she was drowning. Her pussy was on fire, and she craved his touch more than her next breath.
When she made to push him to the bed, Killian took control, and pressed her against the mattress. He moved between her thighs, and she gasped. His cock was hard as he thrust it against her core.
“I just wanted to hold you.”
“I want you to make love to me, Killian. Please.” She tugged on his shirt, and as he began to take clothes off her body, she did the same with him, needing his bare skin next to hers.
When they were both naked, Killian kissed her once again, only this time he didn’t linger on her lips. He kissed to her neck, then to breasts, sucking one nipple and then the other. She arched up as the sensation of his lips on her tits went straight to her clit.
“Your body is fucking beautiful, baby. So beautiful.”
Down his lips went, stroking over her stomach before going to her mound. He held her legs spread, and then his tongue slid between her slit. He stroked her clit, gliding down to plunge inside her.
He held the lips of her pussy open, and when she glanced down, he was staring up at her.
“You taste so good.”
“Oh, wow, you feel amazing,” she said. “You’re so good at this.”
“I could live between your legs.”
When he thrust his tongue again inside her, she cried out. It felt great, but she needed his big cock so much more. They had been apart for too long, and they were making up for lost time. Their feelings for each other were the same, but now it was more, deeper. She had no idea she could feel this way about anyone, especially not for Killian.
“I love you, baby,” he said. “I want you to come on my tongue.”
She fisted the blankets beneath her, and as he circled her clit, stroking over the highly sensitive bud, she couldn’t control her orgasm, or prolong it. She hurtled straight to that beautiful place of raw bliss, crying out his name, and giving him everything he ever wanted.
The pleasure rushed through her body, leaving her panting.
Before she had finished, Killian moved over her. She saw him quickly roll on a rubber, and then he was inside her—deep and hard. He took hold of her hands, pressing them above her head as he slammed every inch of his dick to the hilt.
They both groaned.
“You’re all mine. All fucking mine.”