KEIRA
Because he wasn't just some lonely, hot guy to make mischief with. I was attached. I couldn't stop the protectiveness from taking over. In my mind, he even needed protection from me. We both knew I couldn't give him that though.
"You worry too much. Fuck, that's nice," he mumbled into my mouth.
As soon as my lips landed on his, he pulled my body closer and sucked on my face like a thirsty man. I was over holding back. His mouth was hard and demanding. He hadn't changed his mind about loving me. He just wanted to be loved back.
Once this sunk in, there was no stopping my ripe mouth.
"Kissing. Amazing. But. So. Horny," he mumbled in between needy kisses.
He forced my hands back onto the desk and went back to slamming into me.
"More later," he said happily, hands settling on my hips to pin me in place.
I just took it in silence, surrendering myself to the heat we were making and the pleasure he gave me. My troubled mind went blank. Aiden wasn't Ethan. He was a man with a lot of life experience. Not a boy falling in love for the first time. Just like that, without meaning to, I opened my heart to him.
"Aiden. Fuck. Yes. Touch me. Fuck me. Don't stop," I cried out, allowing myself liberties I previously hadn't.
"Something tells me we're not sleeping tonight," he said, smirking at me.
Wanting to wipe the smug look off his face, I wrapped an arm around his neck. He drew closer readily and allowed me to kiss him again.
"I love you, Keira. I love you," he moaned into my mouth, offering me the words readily.
Relief coursed through her. She needed to hear it again, even if she still couldn't say it back. Ever the patient lover, he didn't ask for anything in return. He just kept fucking me, smothering me in his love.
"I love you, Keira. I love you so much," he roared passionately, hammering his dick into me with reckless abandon.
Tears leaked out of my eyes.
"Aiden. Aiden. Aiden," I moaned, his repeated declarations wrapping around my heart like a fist.
I went into a reckless frenzy of moans and exhilaration. The three little words I so desperately wanted to say were on my lips too as my body came undone for him. Again and again I said the words to myself. In my mind. Under my breath. I was a slave to them. Too overwhelmed by joy and pleasure the likes over which were foreign to me, for my usual restraint. His dick pistoning in and out of me as we shared body heat made me so happy, I felt like I would die from joy in his arms.
AIDEN
"I love you, Aiden," she murmured, turning my whole world upside down.
All I wanted was for her to kiss me. A small sign that I could, in time, mean to her what she so obviously meant to me. With each passing day, she made me hope more and more. Someday the man everyone struggled to stay with would earn her love. How she had instilled said hope in me after two failed engagements and Elena Moore, I still didn't know. I never dreamed she would actually tell me she loved me when we walked into this room.
She tensed up the moment she said it and clung to the table urgently as she went into a fit of spasms and uncontrollable, loud moans.
"Fucking hell. Aiden. Aiden. Damn it, Aiden. So good. So good," she howled, more vocal on my dick than she'd ever been before.
"Cum for me, Kei. I love you," I rasped out, deliberately leaving out the too so I could play dumb.
I wanted to live in this moment a little longer with the woman who just told me she loved me for the first time. I knew she might not be ready to acknowledge having said it, however and I wasn't about to rob us both of the happiness the moment brought us.
So I did my best to play it cool as she came, but a woman had never cum so hard or for so long on my dick.
"Den-ny. God. Please. Denny. Shit," she whimpered, as pleasure turned to pain. "When the fuck will it end?"
I'd have laughed if I could, listening to her curse and moan for me. Like I wanted her to that first night. I had partial successes in making her moan since our silent first fuck, but never like this. As it was though, I was barely standing. Gasping for air. Still desperately thrusting into her.
"Not yet. Not yet, baby. Please, not yet. My hope. My peace," I said, more to my dick than to her, begging it to hold out a little longer.
I wanted more time inside her, but watching her go mad with euphoria went straight to my head. Her cunt squeezed my dick so hard, in the end I couldn't help cuming shortly after telling her I wouldn't.
"Fuck. Damn it, that's way too good," I grumbled into her ear, my praise almost a complaint.
"Denny. Denny. DENNY. God. Please. Denny," she called out to me as my body slumped down onto hers in surrender.
A minute later, when my orgasm ended, my eyes traveled down her still seizing form. Little whimpers and heavy breathing were all that filled the air at this point.
The elegant woman who walked into the room with me was now a hot mess beneath me. We both were.
"Never been so satisfied by a woman's pussy before," I murmured with a content sigh.
"That's because you've never fucked anyone like you fuck me," she rambled wit a little giggle.
All I wanted to as I dragged my body off hers was ask for the words again, but I bit my tongue. Once we left Stormhold for Caspira and the danger had passed, I would make her tell me she loves me again. As many times as I could handle hearing it. Until then I'd wait for her. I wouldn't fuck it up like I did with the others. In my heart of hearts, I knew I would never recover from losing Keira.
"True. Very true," I acknowledged with a shrug as she peeled her body off the desk and we started cleaning up after ourselves. "Why do people keep calling me Prince of Assassins? What does that mean?" I asked, once I had zipped my pants back up.
KEIRA
My body went rigid just like when I told him I loved him. I knew he heard me, even if he patiently pretended he hadn't. He'd likely hear it again soon. I just needed to get my bearings first.
Answering his question was the last thing I wanted to do right now, but he'd find out sooner or later. So I took a minute to collect myself and fix my appearance as best I could before sitting down in his lap. Then I gave him an answer I knew he'd revel in.
"If Madz is Queen of Assassins, that makes me a princess of sorts. There are rumors going around that you're the future prince of assassins, that we're… The only other guy I ever brought home was my fiancé. So I guess they think…" I rambled, making the admission more painful than it had to be.
Aiden's shit eating grin spanned his whole face.
"So cute. Another proposal?" he teased me.
I knew it was coming, but my cheeks heated up anyway. I shoved his chest with force. He chuckled, approaching my mouth carefully and stole a kiss before wrapping his arms around my waist.
"I told you girls don't propose," I played along, holding my head high, feigning ignorance about the blush on my cheeks. Then my tone turned serious. "We need to go back before they come looking."
He helped me rearm myself. Madz had me running around all day, getting me caught up on current events, much to my annoyance. It almost felt like I never left. But the man helping me get dressed had told me that we would leave and that was enough for me. Because no matter what Madz threw at me, I got to keep going back to him to plan our life together.
With this in mind, I returned the stack lf files that I'd dropped on the floor to make room for our fuck, to the desk.
A file name caught my eye. The elusive seat holders. Every year there seemed to be some small change or other to the list of the table's members. I smiled, remembering how my siblings and I took bets on who might be leaving this year. Curious about the same, I cracked open the file. Madz never shared this particular file with anyone, not even me, her number one assassin.
Former number one.
"You go, I'll be right down. I seem to have missed a few things earlier. And no more flirting with other women," I said snarkily.
The file's contents were not what I expected. I needed a proper look.
He got to the door when he turned back and asked, "You're not doing dangerous, dumb shit, are you?"
"You'll be in on it when I do, " I said, smiling innocently.
He raised an eyebrow in my direction, but let the matter die.
"No flirting on my end," he said, holding his hands up in the air. "I can't control how women respond to the hotness I was born with though. Want me to remind them that I'm a taken man, your prince/fiancé?"
I looked up and threw a pen at him. We shared a laugh as he shut the door. Once he was gone, my fingers worked quickly. I poured through the file, trying to understand what was happening. Nothing like this had ever happened before in House of Assassins history as far as I knew.
Madz was a workaholic. I had probably already been in there too long. Mommy dearest would be up here any moment now to find out why her cameras were down. There was no getting away from it. Madz would have questions, but then so did I. So for once, instead of allowing myself to be blindsided by my mother, I sat myself down behind Madz's desk and waited. Sure enough, not five minutes later, Madz entered.
"Please, make yourself comfortable," Madz said, taking me in with the file before me.
I slid the file across the table towards Madz.
"Just what the hell did you really bring me back for?"