I'm feeling generous, so here is another chapter. Enjoy guys. I love you lots.

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Lacey P.O.V

"This is one big f**king bed."

I couldn't believe the size of the bed. It could easily hold ten people comfortably. I've always wanted to sleep in one of those big beds that you see on TV, but my relatively small house and even smaller bedroom would not allow it. Well, I guess the bed had to match the house. It would have looked ridiculous if they had placed a double bed in this humongous room.

"It's a bed made to f**k in."

I laughed, "What does that even mean."

He rolled us both until I was on my back and he was between my legs. Lifting my hips, I wrapped my legs around his waist. I sucked in a breath as he entered me.

"You'll know after I f**k you."

Grabbing my hands, he pinned them above my head with one of his. I bit my lips as he pressed his body into me, sinking deeper. A moan escaped my lips, and I closed my eyes. He felt so good inside of me, better than he had before.

With his free hand, he touched my hips, then my waist. Moving ever so slowly up my body, causing my breath to hitch as he stopped just short of my breast. His fingers lightly touched my nipples, sending shockwaves through my body.

I desperately needed him to touch me some more, but his fingers kept teasing my nipples. Just when I thought that I'd have to beg for it, he granted me my wish as his hand closed over my firm mound.

He gently caressed it for a while, causing me to moan louder. He was still buried deep inside of me, but for whatever reason, he was not moving. I started to get frustrated because I desperately needed him to start f**king me. It felt like my life depended on it.

"Oh god, just start f**king me already. I can't take it anymore."

I wrapped my legs more firmly around his waist, forcing him to react. He swore but still didn't move. Instead, he took my breast into his mouth and bit it. The pain shot straight to my core, and I swear I almost came from it.

There was something so familiar about the pain with the pleasure. My entire body came alive. It was like my body recognised the feeling.

"You feel that baby, that burning, that craving in your soul that is fighting to consume you? Don't fight it, let yourself go to the pleasure and the pain. You'll love it, just like you always do."

I moaned loudly as his teeth sunk into my flesh, drawing blood for sure. I tried to fight it, try to tell myself that I was not fully enjoying it, but when I felt the tip of a blade on my skin, I gave up fighting.

He drew the blade across the soft flesh above my breast. I should have been appalled. I should have found his behaviour sickening. I should have pushed him off of me and ran like hell. However, I lost grip of any restraint that I was holding.

A shudder ran through my body as a very strong tension built in my core. He ran the blade across my flesh again and the sting of the blade breaking my skin sent me wild. My toes curled and I swear my body started convulsing. I think I had the strongest orgasm of my life.

He smiled at me as I tried to control my breathing. "Now, I'm going to f**k you."

My brain was a puddle of pleasure and confusion. I didn't understand what had just happened. However, he never gave me a chance to analyse it further. We spent the next hour in the wildest lovemaking session of my life. Well, at least I think it was.

Afterwards, we were both spent and unable to move. I curled myself up to his side, and he pulled me closer to him.

"Well, this is definitely a bed made to f**k in."

He laughed, "Are you hungry? I should feed you after that, and I need to talk to you. There's something I want to tell you."

I looked up at him, brushing his hair away from his face to reveal the scar on his forehead. He captured my hand, brought it to his lips and kissed my fingertips.

"Well, I guess there's an order to things."

"What order is that?" He asked, still kissing my fingers.

I smiled, "You f**k me, feed me and then we talk."

He froze. My finger still pressed to his lips. His eyes were wide as he looked at me. My smile slipped away. I wondered why he was looking at me like that.

"What's the matter?"

He raised himself from the bed, I followed too.

"Where did you hear that?"

I was confused. Why was he so spooked by what I said? "I'm not sure. I guess I can't remember. Why, is something wrong with what I said?"

The weird look left his face as he broke into a brilliant smile. It was weird, but I couldn't help smiling back.

"No, everything you say and do is just right."

I burst out into a fit of laughter. I didn't know why I was laughing, but I just suddenly felt so happy that I couldn't control myself.

He got up from the bed and started getting dress. I laid my head back on the headboard and watched him.

"I'm going to make you something to eat. You just stay your sexy ass right here and rest until I come back. You will need your strength."

I shook my head and got up as well, grabbing his black t-shirt. "No can-do cowboy. I'm coming with you."

He nodded, "Suit yourself but don't complain later of being too exhausted. I gave you the chance to recover."

I snorted, "Ha! I've got enough energy left in me to outlast us both."

He chuckled, and we both made our way down to the kitchen. He decided to make a steak dinner for us. I smiled and told him that I'd love it, even though I didn't eat red meat. I haven't eaten any red meat all my life because apparently when I tried it when I was younger, it made me sick. However, if I was ever going to try it, now was a good time as any.

His phone rang. He was busy marinating the meat, so he was unable to answer his phone.

I frowned at him, "Is it her again? Why does she keep calling you?"

He laughed, enjoying my jealousy. "I don't know. Why don't you answer and find out?"

I picked up his phone. "If I answer it, I will tell her you can't come to the phone right now because you're currently buried inside of me."

He threw his head back and laugh, which just caused me to frown. He thought I was joking, but I was serious.

Narrowing my eyes at him, I answered the phone. "Hello, Killian's phone."

There were a few seconds of silence before the person on the other end of the phone answered.

"Hello."

I waited for her to continue, but she just waited. I smiled, happy because I caught her off guard.

"Hello, "I said again. "Did you need something?"

Killian was chuckling, fully enjoying the scene playing out before him. The woman paused, taking a little while to respond.

"I'm sorry, who are you? What's your relationship with Killian?" She asked.

I turned to Killian, a playful smile on my face. "She wants to know who I am and what's our relationship?"

He moved in closer to me, kissing my lips. "You're mine and I'm f**king you."

I knew the person on the other end heard him because she gasped. I playfully pushed Killian away. I mouthed to him, you're bad, but all he did was shrugged his shoulders.

"Well, I guess you heard that. And he's a little busy by the way, so, can I take a message."

"Yeah," she said, her voice almost a whisper. "Tell him his wife called."

My eyes snapped to the phone and then back to Killian. A sharp pain penetrated my heart. My hand fell away from my ear to my side. Killian caught the phone before it slid from my hand.

He brought the phone to his ear as I just stood there trying to digest what I just heard.

Did she just say, wife?

"Hello?" He spoke into the phone as he came to stand next to me.

Whatever he heard made his eyes widened. A look of guilt passed over his face and my heart sunk. So, it was true. The woman on the other end of that phone was his wife.

"How the f**k did you get this number?" He asked.

I started backing away. I needed to escape, to get the hell out of there. Tears rolled down my eyes as I called myself all kinds of stupid. Of course, he was married. What did I expect? I was stupid if I thought that someone like him would be single. I fooled myself into believing that I was something special to him.

"You're such an idiot, Lacey!" I berated myself.

Turning, I started walking out of the kitchen, intending to leave that house. I didn't wait for him to explain. I just wanted to go home.

"Look, I'll talk to you when I get there."

He hung up and came after me. I started running, desperately trying to find the exit. However, I kept reaching dead ends or doors that led to different rooms.

"Sweetheart, let me explain." He called after me.

"I don't want to hear it." I kept on walking, and he kept on following.

"That night I told you someone turned up at my house that I didn't know. This woman was there, claiming to be my dead wife."

That stopped me and I turned to look at him. What exactly did he mean? What woman?

"What do you mean, she claimed to be your wife? How can someone just claim to be your wife?"

He was not making any sense. I'm sure someone can't just claim to be other people. It's not like he didn't know what his wife looked like.

"She said that she'd been held captive for five years. She looks and sounds like my wife. But, believe me, she's not my wife."

I rolled my eyes and continued trying to find the exit. Did he think I was a fool? Did he expect me to believe that? She looked and sounded like his wife, but he didn't believe she was? I was such an idiot. I should have known that I was being played. However, I was too busy falling in love to notice any signs.

He grabbed my hand, and I pulled my hand away from him and continued walking away. I knew I shouldn't be upset with him for having a wife, because technically I was still married as well. However, at least I told him about Richard, and he knew that I didn't want to be married to Richard.

From the stories, I've heard, and what little he told me himself, I knew that he loved his wife very much. So, what exactly was he doing with me? Was he just using me? The thought made my tears flow faster.

If he wanted information so bad from the FBI all he had to do was ask. I would have told him whatever he wanted to know. He didn't have to play with my emotions. Hayley was right, I started playing a game with someone who was better at it than me. It was my fault. After our first night in the club, I should have taken Hayley's advice and stay away from him. Better yet, I should have stayed my ass away from the club.

"Red!"

He called after me, but I kept walking, ignoring him. I needed to get the hell out of there and away from him. I came to a room and realised that I was completely lost. The house was like a maze.

"Come on baby, let me explain."

He grabbed hold of my hand. I yanked it away and made a U-turn. I was trying my best to find the front door so that I could leave, but I kept getting lost every time.

The tiles felt cold under my bare feet. I was fully aware that I was wearing nothing else but his black t-shirt, and I had no means of getting home, but I didn't care. I just need space from him, because I knew that if I only let myself talk to him, I'd throw my morals away and beg him to keep me. F**ked up, I know, but I just couldn't help how I felt about him.

"Baby."

I stood facing away from him, I had reached yet another door that wasn't the front door. His hands went around my waist, and I closed my eyes, cursing. I hated that I enjoyed his touch and still wanted him to touch me. I was sick for letting myself fall victim to my desires. I felt so ashamed, but I knew that I'd stay with him even though he had a wife.

"Let me go. You should let me go."

My voice was breathy and weak. I was lost. I knew it the moment his arms tightened around me.

"I can't do that, baby. I can do anything else for you, but I can never let you go. You're mine"

He turned me around to face him. I backed away from him and my back connected with the closed door. I was cornered with nowhere to go. Not like I wanted to leave at that point anyway.

"Your wife is back in your life, Killian. You don't need me?"

The last part was asked as a question. I never meant to do that, but I guess I wanted him to tell me that he still wanted me. I hated how desperate I sounded, but I couldn't help it.

"Look at me."

I hadn't realised that I wasn't looking at him until he tilted my head up. His eyes were filled with pain and what I hoped was love. I really wanted to believe that it was love.

"I need you. I will always need you. I love you, woman. I love you so f**king much it hurts."

What could I say to that? Nothing, that's what. He had me, I was his to use and do with as he pleased. The thought should have made me feel sick because I was basically taking away another woman's man. But as usual, I couldn't bring myself to care. If I had to be the other woman, I'd gladly be as long as it meant, keeping him in my life.

The tears rolled down my cheeks. "I love you too, Killian."

His lips descended onto mine and I let go, giving myself over to my emotions and his desires.