“Now, my sweet wife, you know I’ll need to still manage our properties, but I’m thinking I won’t be going to the sex clubs…” his thighs tighten against mine, making my knees snap together, “...unless you’re with me.”
His warm mouth is on my throat, making me shiver as he places slow, sucking kisses on my neck and shoulders. The combination of the cool sand and the heat of his body enclosing me is almost too much. “I love you too. You were mine the moment you entered that club. Your courage, marching up to someone you thought was an assassin with your appraisals and your careful, detailed notes. Scared half to death but determined to save your family. How could I not love you?”
His calloused fingers are slowly inching up my skirt over my thighs and hips and I should slap his hands away, but… it feels amazing. The things this man can do with his hands defy logic or reason.
“I love you,” he rocks his hips gently into mine. “Do you love me?”
My back’s arching without my permission, my treacherous pussy is suddenly desperate to have him inside me. “I… Yes!” I snap, “I love you, ya’ giant walloper!”
He pauses for a moment and then howls, just howls with laughter as he yanks down my undies. “You’re mighty wet for someone who wants to kill me,” he whispers in my ear, “so slick. I’m thinking you can take all of me.” His arm slides under me, holding up my hips. “I’m going to get inside you, baby. As deep as I can, and you will feel me in your throat by the time I’m done.”
Big, rough hands grab my ass and spread me, making me push forward, moaning. “So pretty, all your slick glistening for me.” The thick head of his cock pushes inside me, lightly stroking against all the sensitive nerve endings. “Hold on, baby.”
The first thrust knocks all the breath out of me, how do I forget howbighe is? Every time it stings, it burns so much that it takes me a moment to feel the bliss pushing up underneath, taking over and making me mindless with need. I tighten against him, hearing him grunt as he pushes back inside me. My legs together like this makes me even tighter and my God of Chaos shoves his cock in and out of me brutally, hands tight around my hips, his breath hissing between his clenched teeth.
His long fingers wrap around my throat and he pulls me up, my back against his chest and the new angle makes me shriek. His hand tightens on my throat. “Shhh… be a good girl and be quiet. You don’t want the guards to hear you, do you? Maybe you like the idea? Them watchin’ me rail you with my fat cock, hearing your moans…”
I shake my head violently. No. Nope. All the nopes.
“Don’t worry,” he croons, hips still hammering against my ass, “I’d never let anyone see you like this. I’m the only man who will ever see you like this. It’s time for you to come for me.” His fingers tighten again and there’s black spots dancing in my vision but the intensity that rockets through my core is turning into something bigger than I can handle. I can feel my arousal wet against my thighs and his, and his cock thrusting in my slick channel is too much and my head drops back against his shoulder, staring up at the sky.
“One,” he whispers, withdrawing and thrusting hard back into me.
“Two…”
“Three.” There’s a blazing sting as he slaps my clitoris with his wet fingers and it ignites into a bonfire. My hands and thighs are shaking and his hand leaves my throat, roughly grabbing my jaw and turning my head to kiss me, breathing my scream into his mouth.
When I can focus again, we’re lying on the beach, his jacket is covering me and he’s spooning me from behind, his cock still inside me.
“How can you still be hard?” I mumble, trying to brush the sand off my face.
His broad chest shakes with laughter as he rumbles. “You do this to me, baby. I’ll be a gentleman and fuck you in bed next.”
“I don’t think I can walk back to the house,” I’m whining a little.
Both of us moan a little as he carefully pulls from me, his thumbs opening my thighs to watch our finish drip from me.
Sliding my undies back on, he pulls them up sharply. “You’ll hold my come inside like a good girl.”
“Big dumb Dom,” I groan, and he laughs as he scoops me up in his arms, carrying me back to the house.
Epilogue
In which there’s always room for good news.
Lachlan…
One year later…
Edinburgh at the MacTavish Mansion…
Aria is dancing and laughing with her sisters-in-law, swirling like jeweled butterflies in the garden. I love seeing her like this, no fine lines of worry around her mouth from controlling the King Syndicate.
She’s a master businesswoman - as I knew she would be - and the family’s holdings are doing better than even under her father’s reign. I know she fears becoming one of those powerful, vicious women who killed their way to the top of their family. It’s my job to eliminate complications, viciously and quietly, before she has to face the more violent side of our world.
“It’s good to have ya’ back, brother.” Dougal slings a companionable arm over my shoulder. “Your stops in Scotland have been few and far between this year.”
“I’m keepin’ it all running here, but with two more clubs opening in Toronto and Montreal this spring, I’ve been a wee bit busy, lad.” Marcus turned out to be invaluable on that front, helping me find the locations and design the buildings.
