Defiant Queen (Mount Trilogy #2)

He says nothing as his dark gaze drinks in my features. His pulse pounds in his throat as his lungs heave. The scent that I remember all too well wafts over me. Finally, his eyes lock on mine.

“Promise you won’t let anything happen to my family. You won’t let Brett or anyone else hurt them. Ever.”

The muscle in his jaw ticks, but he pauses only a single beat before replying. “Done.”

His lips crash against mine again and I pry my hands free, grasping his shoulders and lifting my hips to press against the bulging hard-on barely contained by his suit pants. My new piercing sends jolts of sensation streaking through my body.

“You make me fucking crazy,” he says on a breath as he reaches down to capture one breast in his big palm, teasing the nipple into a taut peak through my blouse before pinching it between his thumb and forefinger.

Pleasure rushes from my nipple to my center, and I buck harder against him. I let out a moan because, holy hell, it feels more incredible than ever.

He releases my nipple and lifts up just long enough to shove my skirt up my body and tear my thong free with a single snap of the lace band. I tense, expecting the next onslaught, but he goes still.

“Say it.”

My mind, devoid of rational thought, can’t grasp the question. “What?” I ask, looking into his intense face.

“Tell me you want this. Right here. Right now.”

I lift up, again seeking pressure, but he holds me down with a hand wrapped around my hip.

“Please—” I stop short because I don’t want to beg.

“Please what?”

“Fuck me!”

Much like he had the night he shattered the dishes and crystal in the dining room by sweeping them off the table, my command unleashes Mount’s primal nature.

“Thank Christ.”

His fingers find my center, already soaked, and he plunges one inside.

It’s not enough. I need more. I want his touch on my clit and the heightened sensation from my new jewelry. And then I want his hard cock filling me.

“More.”

His dark eyes blaze with possession. “I’ll give you every fucking thing you need.”

He thumbs the jewel at my clit as he finger-fucks me to the verge of orgasm, stopping just before I fly over the edge.

“No!”

Mount rips off his belt and releases the button on his pants before tearing down his zipper. His cock springs free between us and he fists it with one big hand, giving it a hard tug. “Don’t you tell me no.”

“Fuck you!”

He shakes his head as a wicked smile curves across his lips. He jacks his cock again before positioning the head against my opening. “No, Keira, I’m the one fucking you. The only one.”

I buck upward, trying to seize control of this power struggle and force him inside, but his hand prevents me from getting more than just the tip.

“Tell me you want my cock. Only mine.” He growls the demand through clenched teeth, like his grip on his sanity is slipping as fast as mine.

“Yes! Give it to me!”

With a roar, he buries himself inside me. He releases one of my wrists but keeps the other pinned over my head. As he drives into me, his mouth finds mine again, taking more than I ever expected to give, and giving me back something I never knew I needed.

His dominance is unquestionable as he powers inside over and over, each stroke giving me exactly the friction I need on my piercing to come.

“Not yet,” he orders.

“I can’t wait.”

“Yes. You. Will.”

Each word is punctuated by a thrust, but no matter what he says, I can’t stop myself from coming. I scream, his cock pulsing inside me as his orgasm is torn from his body at the same time as mine.

His one hand stays clamped around my hip, and his heart pounds in his chest hard enough to reverberate through my entire body. A bead of sweat from his forehead lands on my chin and slides down my neck.

I don’t know what happened in this room, but for the span of time it lasted, the only person who existed in my world was Mount. Everything and everyone else fell away.

Finally, he releases my wrist. I draw it to my chest, wrapping my fingers around where he gripped it.

“You hurt?”

I shake my head and whisper, “No.”

His forehead lowers toward mine, filling my lungs with his unique, addictive scent. “I swear I thought you knew it was me that night at the masquerade.”

The change of subject drags me out of this refuge and into reality with a cruel, abrupt jolt.

“How could you have possibly thought I wanted you—”

Before I can finish my sentence, his expression shutters, going completely blank before he levers himself off my body.

I was going to add because I didn’t even know you existed, but he’s already out of sight and my bathroom door slams behind him. I hear the toilet flush and then the taps turn on.

Moments later, Mount fills the bathroom doorway, his pants zipped and his shirt tucked in. His features are as forbidding as they’ve ever been. If I hadn’t been under him only minutes ago, my lips still bruised from his mouth, I’d have no clue he was the same man who just made me scream in ecstasy. His face is that horrible mask of granite. He’s completely shut down.

“Get yourself cleaned up. We’re leaving, and you still have a story to tell me.”





Mount





We ride back to the house in strained silence. I almost had V take her, but I’m not ready to let her out of my sight. I’m also determined to get the answers I want before this night is over.

At least three times, Keira opens her mouth like she’s going to say something, but she snaps it shut before a single word comes out. Neither of us is willing to give an inch. If I do, she’ll take a mile, and if she does, I’ll take a thousand.

When I make the final turn, V’s headlights flash behind me, indicating that he’s pulling into the garage where a few of the other cars are parked.

“You’re actually going to let me see where you live?” she asks, surprise in her tone.

“It’s not like it’s much of a secret now that you’ve escaped,” I say, and catch her pursing her lips in my peripheral vision.

“True.” Quietly, she adds, “But I kind of wish I hadn’t.”

Her confession shocks me, but instead of showing any reaction, I focus on parking and getting the fuck out of the car before the smell of sex on her body drives me any more insane than I obviously already am.

I park the Spyder next to a McLaren and a Ferrari and kill the engine. With the garage door shutting behind us, I’m done waiting.

“Tell me every goddamn word he said to you.”

Instead of protesting like the hellion I’ve become accustomed to, Keira sighs. “I’m going to need a drink for this.”

I open the door and the dome light illuminates, giving me a better view of her face than the garage fixtures alone. Her expression is hard to decipher. Sated, defeated, yet defiant. Every time I think I have her figured out, I realize none of my normal barometers apply when it comes to Keira Kilgore. She’s the exception to everything I thought I knew.

“Let’s go.”

I climb out of the car, and she’s still trying to find the latch to open hers when I round the hood and open it for her, grasping her by the hand to pull her out.

“Stupid fancy cars.”