Falling Into Ruin.

His Command

[Briar’s POV]

What am I doing? What the hell am I doing? Why am I here?

These thoughts repeat themselves again and again as I stare up at the large, foreboding shadow that watches me like a hawk.

He has seen me. I think inwardly, knowing that those golden eyes are taking me in and probably wondering the same thing as me.

“Damn feet.” I hiss, looking down at them as if they moved on their own even though I was the one in control. “What the hell were you thinking?”

As the words leave my lips, my phone begins to ring, and when I pull it out of my purse, I’m met with a number that I’ve never seen before.

Frowning, I stare at it, wondering whether or not I should answer it, but something in me screams to do it, and when I hit accept and bring it to my ear, Ciaran’s deep rumble of a laugh attacks me.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He asks, his voice especially low and dangerous. “Was dinner with me not enough for you?”

“That,” I begin, snapping my gaze up to find that Ciaran is gone. “I didn’t…”

Dammit. How could I even say that I didn’t intend to come here when we both knew that was a lie?

“Say it,” Ciaran purrs, his voice so f*****g delicious. “Say that you didn’t get enough of me.”

Never. I hiss inwardly, though something in me screams to obey his command, to say the words that he wants to hear, to admit that I did want to see him because I felt unfulfilled.

“I…” I begin, realizing that my silence would only make things worse. “I…”

“You what?” Ciaran asks, his voice dangerously alluring. “You’ll have to use your words if you want me to understand.”

Understand. How could I make him understand a damn thing when even I didn’t understand it? How did I go from heading home one minute to feeling like I just had to see him? It was the oddest thing, but now that I was standing here, his voice low in my ear, I knew that this was exactly where I need to be in this instance.

“I wanted to be with you a bit more.” I say slowly, biting the gun and deciding to test the limits. “Is that a problem?”

“Not at all.”

Gasping, I whirl around and find the man himself standing behind me, his phone clutched against his ear, a devilish smile on his handsome face that draws me in so much.

“Now that you see me, what do you intend to do?” He asks as I continue to stare at him like an i***t. “Did you come to just look at my face or…”

His words drop off, but I don’t miss the way his gaze flits to the building behind us, and I know what it is that he is suggesting.

Immediately, our first night together hits me, and I feel myself growing wet just from the thought of having him again.

“I think we both know why I’m here.” I respond, licking my lips. “Why else would a woman show up at a man’s house this late in the evening?”

Maybe this made me sound like a slut, but we were all adults here, and I was certain that this was the reason I came here without realizing. I felt unfulfilled after that dull dinner and then disappointed when he didn’t invite me back, so I was taking things into my own hands.

But was this the right thing to do? He was a killer, and he was mixed up in some dangerous s**t, but even knowing that, I just couldn’t stop myself from wanting to get closer to him. Did that mean that I was just as f****d up as him?

“You’re quite bold, little mate.” Ciaran murmurs, leaning close so that his mouth is beside my ear. “But I don’t hate it.”

Shivering, I turn my head and find his golden gaze trapping me, locking me in place until our lips meet and our mouths begin to dance.

“Come along then,” he laughs, pulling away too soon. “Or do you want me to f**k you right here where everyone can see?”

“Is that your thing?” I challenge, though the thought of f*****g somewhere out in the open excites me. “f*****g women in front of others?”

Growing quiet, I wait as he considers, and when a look of rage flashes in his eyes, I realize that I may have said the wrong thing.

“Come on,” he growls, grabbing my wrist and pulling me.

He doesn’t say a word as he drags me into the elevator and attacks me, pinning me against the wall and hooking an arm under my leg, then wrapping it around him.

“Only you.”

Is all he says, and I’m so lost in what he is making me feel to quite understand what it is that he is saying, but I like it.

When we reach his place, I’m pulled along and then shoved harshly onto his couch, where he attacks me, pinning me beneath his large body.

“Ciaran,” I whisper, loving how his mouth, his hands, and his teeth feel roughly pressing against my skin, leaving his mark everywhere they touch. “Clothes,” I continue, tugging at the shirt that he is wearing. “They’re in the way.”

“You’re an impatient one, little mate.” He grunts, sitting up and pulling his shirt over his head so I’m left staring at his large, tattooed and scar-covered body. “But you should know that I don’t intend to just give you what you want.”

“What?” I gasp as he leans forward and bites my jaw. “You’ve been really f*****g disobedient, and for that you deserve to be punished.”

“P-punished,” I squeak before he moves back, leaving me alone and panting while he stares down at me. “I don’t…”

“You don’t know what punishment is?” He asks, his voice dangerous. “Or you don’t know what you f*****g did? I specifically told you to never appear in front of me again after our first meeting, and yet you keep appearing before me and with another man to boot.”

“That isn’t,” I gasp but stop as his gaze narrows and a dangerous aura begins to radiate from his body. “I didn’t…”

“Remove them.” He orders before I can come up with something to say.

“Pardon?”

“Your clothes,” he says, taking a seat in a chair that gives him the perfect view of me. “Take them off now.”

Eyes widening, I stare at Ciaran in disbelief, wondering if he was actually testing me, but when that dangerous glint returns, I know that he isn’t testing me. He fully expects me to do each and every thing that he wants of me and despite myself, I’m moving, my hands grabbing the hem of my shirt, the hooks of my bra, and then my pants and panties until I’m left with nothing and laid bare in front of the man in front of me.

“Mmmm,” he rumbles, his gaze slowly trailing down my body until it comes to rest on my pussy.”

“You came here because you wanted me, right?” He asks, lifting his gaze to mine once more. “Give me a reason to believe every word you’re saying.”

“What will you have me do?” I whisper, my core throbbing with anticipation.

Never in my life did I think I would find myself in such a situation, nor would I ever expect myself to actually get turned on over being dominated, but now that it was happening, I couldn’t stop the thrum of excitement that was starting to work its way through me.

“Touch yourself.” He smirks, getting comfortable. “Then I’ll consider f*****g you.”