I nodded towards the man. He stared at me unblinkingly. “Hello, Miss Irene,” he whispered. For a moment, his glance flickered towards Killian. He seemed nervous and scared.
“Would you like something to eat?” I asked him, hoping to be kind. To my surprise, it had the opposite effect.
“Ea-eat?” He looked towards Killian. “Are you sure, Boss? Can we really trust her?”
“I am hungry,” replied Killian, glancing at me. “Lead the way to the kitchen please.”
With a nod, I walked towards the corridor leading into the kitchen. Light from the lantern illuminated our way forward.
The kitchen was hidden in shadows and lay abandoned. I’d been too anxious to cook over the past few days, eating the berries I collected in the garden along with some nuts and stale bread.
Walking inside the high-ceilinged kitchen, I began lighting candles and lanterns around the room. When the shadows were chased away by the glowing golden flames, I began looking through the provisions. Apart from onions and carrots, there was no fresh produce.
“It’s like the middle ages,” said Tom, staring all around him. “Will you really have to build a fire to start cooking?”
“Yes.”
“You said there were canned food available?” asked Killian.
“Yes. There’s canned beans, sausages, fruit and soup. Would you like some of those?”
“Don’t bother with building a fire. Bring out the canned fruit. We’ll make do with those tonight and tomorrow morning,” said Killian.
“All right, then.” I was secretly glad not to get into building a fire. Not only would it take a long time to build one up, I also didn’t want to be covered in ash and soot before going to bed. My body was humming with suppressed heat. I desperately wanted Killian’s touch on my skin and it would have to be tonight before I was leaving the manor.
I already felt scared of the new life waiting for me. While I always wanted to leave, it was never through these circumstances. Mother was dead and I would be going to live with another woman who was supposed to be my birth-mother. While I trusted Killian completely, only fate would tell whether I would be happy with my parents. Even though I wanted to explore the world beyond the walls, this manor was still my home. I wanted Killian to breach my virgin core here than anywhere else.
“Please sit down,” I said, gesturing towards the scrubbed wooden table in the corner of the kitchen. “I will get the canned fruit from the pantry.
The pantry was located in a small room adjacent to the kitchen. Leaving Killian and Tom at the table, I went to fetch the fruit. It took me some time to find the box of cans in the light of the single lantern but when I returned, both men were in deep discussion. They stopped talking and looked up at me as soon as I entered.
Placing a basket of cans on the table, I stood back. “Please help yourself.”
They both looked at the cans with interest, reading the labels like it was an important document.
“These were purchased six months ago,” said Peckham. “I wonder how she brought them along with her.”
Killian was grim. “There are others who know of this place.” Turning to look at me, he asked, “Have you met others while you lived here?”
I shook my head. “I never saw anyone other than Nicole.” It was hard to call her by a name that wasn’t ‘Mother’. “She would never allow anyone beyond the walls. However, she did talk of a person from time to time.”
“What did she say?” asked Killian. Peckham broke into a can of pineapples but stopped eating to hear my answer.
“Nicole said he’s the only one who’s ever understood her. He truly loved her, more than my father. When I would ask about him, she would stop talking and tell me I belonged to her alone. No man would lay eyes on me.”
“Why do you look so serious, Boss?” asked Peckham.
“We should’ve left this place tonight,” said Killian. I didn’t like the way he stared ahead, a storm brewing in his gray eyes. The only expression I wanted there was lust and love for me. “They might come here once they get to know Nicole died. We can’t be the only people keeping a look out for her.”
I broke into several cans of fruit and pushed them towards Killian. “Let’s eat and sleep. No one ever comes here.”
“But we came,” said Killian, fixing his eyes on me. The intensity in them made my heart throb with anticipation. I couldn’t wait to take him back to my bedroom.
“Let’s eat first. Okay?”
He exhaled a long breath. “Fine.” He stabbed a fork into a can of peaches and began eating. “You should eat too.” Smiling, I nodded and took up a tin of mixed fruits.
We were silent as we ate through the meager meal. It almost felt surreal to sit in the kitchen with these two men and not Mother. My life changed in the matter of a day. Now I was looking forward to a life with Killian. If he stayed by my side, I believed nothing would scare me.
“Where will we sleep tonight?” asked Peckham suddenly.
“You shall sleep with me,” I said, placing my hand on Killian’s thigh. He looked into my eyes, his gaze sharp and penetrating.
“Sleep in the entrance hall,” said Killian. “The couches would be comfortable enough.” Turning towards me, Killian said, “Could you give him a few blankets or a rug?”
“Sure.”
“Then let’s go upstairs. I am done with dinner.” Killian rose up from the table. “Come, Irene.”
I followed after him. Even though the route back was dark, Killian easily found his way through the corridors back to the entrance hall. My eyes were glued on his tall figure as he began climbing the stairs.
Reaching the threshold of my room, he turned around.
“Do you really want to share your bed with me?” he asked. His gray eyes were stormy again.
My heart sped up but I nodded.
“What if you regret it, Irene? There are plenty of men waiting for you out there.”
“I don’t care about them,” I replied, throwing my shoulders back. “You’re the one who came to rescue me. I will never betray you, Killian. My heart is yours.”
He pulled me close against him. Leaning down, he took my lips between his in a searing kiss that made my body burn with need. The lantern slid out of my fingers and fell onto the floor. At once, I jumped back. If the glass broke, it could cause a bigger fire near us.
A chuckle escaped Killian. “Put it away,” he said as I bent down to pick up the unharmed lantern. Blushing furiously, I hurried inside the room and placed it on top of a desk. He came behind me, sliding his arms around my waist. His warm lips pressed on the side of my neck. A tremor cascaded down me and I moaned.
Turning around, I grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him down towards me so I could meet those lips of his. I parted my mouth and he easily slipped in his warm tongue inside. I matched his actions, tentatively letting my tongue move inside his mouth. He still tasted of peaches and I moaned out at the combined taste of his masculinity and the sweetness still lingering there.
He pushed off the coat from my shoulders. Bending down, he swept me off his feet, making me gasp out. My stomach swooped and I hurried to put my arms around his neck as he walked towards the bed.
He laid me near the pillows. “You’re so beautiful, Irene,” he whispered, taking off his jacket and unbuttoning the shirt. My eyes drank in his broad chest, the muscles rippling powerfully as he removed the shirt completely.
Lifting myself off the bed, I took off the nightgown, baring myself before him.
“So beautiful,” he breathed, his eyes drinking in my curves. Pushing me down on the pillows, he captured my lips once more. Our tongues danced around each other as his hands grazed my thighs, his touch lighting my body on fire. My frequent moans made the kiss intermittent.
Killian parted away slightly to look down my body. His hand came up to cup a breast while his lips closed on the other nipple. He was gentle but suddenly he twisted my tit. The sharp pain made me gasp out and sent shi
vers of pleasure down my throbbing pussy. He sucked hard on the other, making me lose my mind as I writhed under him.
“Please, Killian,” I moaned. “Please, just…”
“Just what?” he asked, his voice husky. I met his gaze. There was fire in them but his lips were curled up in a smirk. “What would you like me to do to you?”
“Get inside me,” I cried out, wanting to hide my face as a deep blush rose in my cheeks. It was embarrassing to ask him for it so blatantly. The women in my romance books were far more demure. “Stop teasing me, Killian. Please?”
The smile vanished from his lips as he kissed me deeply. His hand strayed down the expanse of my stomach to brush over the curls of my pussy. My hips rose to meet his touch down there as he continued to devour my mouth.
I let my hands slide between us to feel the bulge on the front of his pants. Was he as aroused as me? The answer came from the rock-hard lump there.
Killian dipped his fingers inside my wet folds just as I was brushing my hands over his bulge. “You’re so ready, love,” he said in a breathy voice, bringing up his fingers. My juice ran down in strings from them.
“Please, Killian. Come inside me.” I was begging him but all shame had vanished. My core was clenching, desperate to fill the emptiness inside it.
Killian finally gave in. With a low growl, he began removing his trousers. He threw it away while I sat up to free his manhood from the confines of his tight boxers. The thick, hard length came in my hand. A triumphant smile came on my lips. My small fingers barely wrapped around the monstrous girth as I stroked it up and down like I’d done before.
Globules of thick, creamy pearls glistened from the tip as groans escaped him. It was my turn to feel in control but not for long. Killian pushed me down, his body moving up to hover above mine.
A small trickle of fear ran through me. Would that thick cock ever make its way inside my tight channel?
“Be gentle, please,” I said in a low voice.
“I’ll never hurt you, Irene,” he whispered. There was a tortured expression in his face as he stared down at me. “Even if it kills me, I’ll never let anything harm you, love.” With that, he pressed his lips to mine.
While he distracted me with the kiss, I felt him rub the fat tip of his cock at my entrance. The precum mixed with my juices to create a more slippery head. My pussy throbbed hard with desperation.
Killian entered with a thrust. The sudden breach of my tight entrance had me gasping out but Killian continued kissing me. He was only a few inches inside me but I was already in pain. “Relax, Irene,” he breathed.
I took a long breath as he pulled out of me. He thrust in once again, this time slipping in a few more inches. I bit my lip as he stayed buried inside me. My tight pussy felt full and overwhelmed.
Killian stayed that way, allowing me to get adjusted to his thick girth. He was breathing hard with a tortured look in his eyes. Leaning down, he kissed my forehead before starting to move inside me again.
The initial pain was gradually subsiding now. My insides felt slick as Killian increased his pacing. The tightness in my walls only seemed to grow as it clenched onto his length.
“You’re so tight, love,” he groaned as he thrust forward.
In response, I could only moan as pleasure started building deep inside me. My body was tightening up deliciously, making my toes curl up. “Killian…don’t stop,” I whimpered as the sensations rocked through me. He never paused, but thrust in more powerfully, taking me to the edge of pleasure. With a cry, I came, my entire body trembling beneath him.
Killian continued to thrust inside. His groans were more intense and desperate now. I felt his cock’s fat head hit me deep inside as his balls slapped against my ass. “Come on, love,” he breathed, leaning down on me so that my breasts were pressed flat against his hard chest. My legs wrapped around his hips, urging him to move harder.
My body was reaching another climax. In my frenzy, I bit onto Killian’s shoulder. His eyes blazed with fire as his lips crashed onto mine while he plunged deep into my tightening walls.
The kiss was intermittent as my mouth gasped wide. With a familiar surge of sensations, I came once more, my walls clamping hard onto Killian’s cock.
“Fuck! I am coming!” he grunted, thrusting hard and fast. Suddenly, he went still, his hard body pressing down on mine. With a roar, he came inside me. Hot, creamy cum exploded deep inside me as my pussy throbbed hard, clenching onto his pulsing length. He buried his head at the side of my neck as both our bodies shuddered with our peaking orgasms.
My heart beat hard while I tried to find the words to describe the euphoric feelings crashing through me. I was acutely aware of Killian’s naked body pressed over mine as his cock gradually softened inside me.
He gently pulled out of me and fell to the side. Ribbons of cum mixed with my own juices dribbled out of my pussy to fall on my thighs. Killian pulled me against him, holding me so close I could feel the frantic rhythm of his heart.
“You’ve made me so happy,” said Killian, kissing the top of head.
I smiled tiredly, burying my head in his chest. “I’ve never felt anything like that before. It was beyond anything I could’ve ever imagined. I love you, Killian.”
“And I am in love with you,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around me. Pulling the blanket over us, he covered both our bodies with it.
My eyes closed as the feelings of being loved and protected overwhelmed me. A soft sigh escaped me as I let sleep overtake my senses.
5
Killian
My eyes slowly opened to see Irene lying pressed against me. We were both naked under the sheet covering us. The gray light of dawn filtered through the curtains, illuminating the room enough for me to take a close look at the woman beside me.
Irene was still deeply asleep. Thick black lashes lay closed while her luscious lips were parted as she breathed through them. Her skin was as delicate as a blushing peach blossom. I ran a finger down her face, feeling the silkiness. “She’s so beautiful,” I whispered, staring down at her. Irene’s body was that of a vixen’s with large full breasts, a flat soft stomach, and wide hips. I settled my hand on the swell of her ass and squeezed a cheek gently.
“Killian,” she moaned softly. Her eyes were still closed, so I knew she was dreaming of me.
Last night I came inside her, filling her to the brim. I’d never done this with another woman, making sure I used protection. With Irene, it was different. A deep, primal part of me insisted on marking her as mine, to coat her womb with my seeds so she would bear my children. A low growl escaped me as I squeezed her ass harder with fierce possessiveness. Irene shifted but continued to sleep. “You are mine, Irene.”
I moved my arm away from her and slowly shifted away so she wouldn’t wake up. Irene took a thorough fucking last night and had to be sore and tired from it. I’d done my best to be gentle. Her desperate begging was the only thing that kept me going until we were both gasping from our combined orgasms. A smile stretched on my lips as my cock hardened at the memories of last night.
Climbing out of bed, I stretched my arms over my head. My muscles were stiff from sleeping in the same position. I picked up the discarded trousers and donned them. Making sure that Irene’s body was covered fully under the blanket, I headed out of the room to explore more of the manor.
The corridor outside was dark and draughty. A single casement stood at the furthest wall of the hallway, casting a shaft of gray light. Once again, I wondered how Irene could have grown into such a sweet, caring woman despite the claustrophobic environment she was brought up in.
Anger rose up in waves inside me to think how she must have pleaded and begged to be let out of the confining estate. If Nicole wasn’t dead already, I would have killed her for what she’d done to Irene.
As I walked towards the far side of the corridor, my gaze fell upon an open door further ahead. Moving towards the threshold, I looked inside. It was lighter with more win
dows. The room was filled with large and small canvases, all painted in a myriad of colors. Walking inside, I looked all around me.
The paintings were beautiful. There was a lightness to them and in the light of the early morning sun, I could appreciate the gardens, woods and the flowers painted on each canvas. Moving closer to a fall painting nearby, I bent down to pick it up. The signature in the lower right corner caught my eye. Irene’s name was painted in an elegant brushstroke.
“Wow,” I breathed, learning for the first time about Irene’s talent. Putting the painting down, I checked several others. They all had her signature.
For a moment, my mind went to Joe and Eva. There was so much to their daughter they didn’t know. How long would it take them to learn everything about the woman she’d grown up into? Will they let me care for her? My hands balled into fists as I considered the opposite. I respected them and was grateful for all they’d done for me but I couldn’t let go of Irene. Not after I’d tasted her and vowed to protect her. She was mine alone and no other man was allowed to touch her.
Leaving the room, I walked back to Irene’s bedroom. The most important thing to do right now was to get her out of this house.
Pushing open the door, I entered the room but my mouth parted at the sight waiting for me there. Irene was up and she was sitting on the bed, looking at me with a mysterious, seductive smile. She was completely naked but the bed curtains partially hid her from view. Her long, black hair cascaded past her shoulders to cover parts of her breasts. All my breath left me as I simply stared at her.
“Come to me, Killian,” she said in a low, soft voice. A pink blush infused the creamy skin of her cheeks. I was powerless against the siren call of this sweet, innocent creature.
“We should prepare to leave,” I said, struggling against the hardening of my cock. The front of my pants was already painfully tight.
“One more time before we leave, Killian. Please?” She looked scared for some reason. I hurried forward to reach her and soothe every worry she had. Irene got up to grab my arm and pulled me close to her. “I don’t know what waits for me out there,” she confessed. “This is all that I’ve known my whole life. Let me experience the same love and desire you had for me last night. Please, Killian. Just one more time.”
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