She’s shivering and gasping, the way I want her to. The way she does when I say dark and filthy things to her to make her wet. To make her need me. I catch the first moan out of her mouth, kissing her hard as I slowly sink into her, fists gripping the sheets to keep from pounding into her. I want to fuck her until everything is wiped from her mind but me, craving me the way I do her.
“The way you feel inside,” I groan into her ear, “your snug, heated little cunt is gripping me like a fist.” Pulling out halfway, I slam back in, kissing another shriek from her mouth, and again until her heels are digging into my ass and her fingernails are scratching their own marks into my skin. “Scratch away,” I half laugh, half groan, “scratch your name into my back and I’ll tattoo over the marks and make it permanent. I’ll have my name tattooed onto your perfect skin, maybe pierce your nipples…” Her cunt convulses around me, nearly stopping me mid-thrust. “Oh, you like that, don’t you? My bad girl. My perfect bride.”
I split her apart and put her back together, fill and spread her so wide, so deep inside her that I can hear her gasp at the sting and groan a little, but there is no stopping, no moment to let her adjust because every part of her belongs to me. Until she knows that, my sweet girl will never accept that I belong to her, too.
Rotating my hips, I start deep, rhythmic thrusts, my balls slapping against her ass and she’s so snug that I can feel everything tighten inside me, the need to come in her is near unbearable. “You need to come on my cock, little fox. I’m close and I can’t hold back much longer.”
“I’m so close,” she gasps, “I need to-”
“Come,” I finish for her, “come all over me, soak my cock.”
This time, she lets out a scream that even my kiss can’t smother, and laughing, I don’t want it to. “Just like that, my bride, exactly like that.”
By the time I shower my exhausted girl and help her find something to wear after ripping off her dress, the pilot is politely requesting we return to our seats.
“That whole bedroom smells like sex,” Mala hisses as we sit down. She flinches a little when her ass hits the seat and I can’t contain a grin.
“It’s meant to smell that way after a round, lass.”
“But Ian will smell it!” she whispers, apparently still concerned.
“While I havenot,”I say clearly, “my idiot brothers have christened that bedroom many times when they’ve borrowed my jet. “I had the sheets and mattress replaced last month.”
“Oh, that’s gross,” she agrees.
“True, but at least you know why Ian won’t be shocked,” I assure her, kissing her hand. Holding it up to the light, I watch the facets in the diamond glimmer.
“It’s a beautiful ring,” she sighs, resting her head on my shoulder.
“All the more beautiful because of the woman wearing it.” Kissing her, I let myself sink into the moment.
The battle is over at the Academy. The students are safe. And Mala is mine, she’s here. Right where she is meant to be.
“You didwhat?”
My father’s face goes a deep crimson when he shouts and this is no exception. Fortunately, his office is sound-proofed and whilethe space is beautiful with mahogany furniture and priceless oriental rugs, I happen to know he keeps a roll of plastic in one of the cabinets to keep blood off the floor in the case of “messy meetings.” My brothers and I used to say that “The Chief is remodeling,” when someone was dragged in to meet their maker by way of my father’s gun.
Pouring a glass of whisky, I hold it up to him in an inquiry. “I told you that you’d want a drink.”
“I didn’t think the next words out of your mouth would be that you’ve gotten engaged and given away use of all our shipping ports to that pompous idiot Malcolm Chandler! An alliance with that family? Are you mad?”
“Well, madly in love,” I acknowledge.
A frown creases his bushy white eyebrows. “What the hell does that have to do with anything?”
Leaning forward, I rest my elbows on my knees and lower my voice. “Because,mo cheann-feadhna,my chief, my father, I love her. Mala is a talented spy, a brilliant woman, and the most beautiful soul you can imagine. She saved dozens of lives during the battle at the Academy. Her courage is unparalleled. I promise you, it is not that she’s fortunate to marry into our family, I am blessed that she has agreed to be my wife.”
He’s rubbing the bridge of his nose and his face is slightly less red. “Do I want to know what you gave the Accardi Mafia to release her from the engagement?”
“Eh, that was a freebie,” I say, taking a drink. My father’s scotch was always fine, a smooth, smoky taste. “I blackmailed them.”
“Always have a little something put away for times such as these, there’s a good lad,” he says approvingly. “Pour me a drink. I’m going to need one before we tell your mother.”
Chapter Thirty
In which there are panic attacks, awkward orgasms, and Cormac is a regular Heid-the-baw.
Mala…
