I may have said I’d annul our marriage and take her sister instead, but I know if I say a word to Rory, it’ll make Catriona vulnerable. She would have been safe if I’d married her sister. I could have made sure of it. Now her father, volatile idiot that he is, may have her square in his sights. My carefully laid plans have all gone to shit, but I’ve survived worse.
“Did you have something to do with this? Tell me now, or I swear you’ll regret it. I should have known better than to trust you. You’re lucky I haven’t called Cian already to tell him what you’ve done.”
Catriona’s head snaps up at her father’s shouted voice blaring from the speaker. What little color remains underneath her furious blush drains immediately.
Rory takes my silence for permission to continue his tirade. “I swear to God if you planned this, I’ll do everything in my power to make you pay for making a fool out of me.”
Her struggles intensify, but I keep her pinned with my hand at her throat. Loose enough that she can still rub her puffy, slick pussy against my cock. It gives me no end of delight to imagine coming all over her while talking to him. I give half a thought to turning on my phone camera so he can get a good look at all the ways I plan to defile what had once been his. To exemplify all the ways in which his words are less than useless to me in a way that I can’t yet do to Cian.
“Rory, how lovely to hear from my new father-in-law. Already calling to send us your best wishes? You’re so thoughtful.”
I click the speaker button and place the phone on the shelf behind my head so I can still talk. Catriona’s eyes flash, then narrow in warning. She glances at my phone and back to me asI cant my hips to smear my dick through her sweetness. Ah, but fuck, it isn’t going to take me long to come again, and my head drops back in ecstasy as Rory’s voice drones on in my ear. Even his frantic blathering isn’t enough to stop the white-hot flame of heat licking over my skin.
Is this what it means to go mad? Because that’s how it feels. Like the leash I’ve kept on my control has snapped. If I’m Cian’s hound, then I’ve gone rabid.
My refractory period is nothing to sneer at, as Catriona well knows, but this is something else entirely. I’ve never been the marrying kind, but maybe knowing she’s my wife is what really fucking does it for me. Who would have thought out of all my various depravities, calling her my wife would be my new favorite kink?
“I know you had something to do with this nonsense. Let’s get this straightened out, O’Connor, or so help me God, not even Cian will save you from what I will do to you.”
Catriona tries to move away again as I pick up a rhythm, but my newly free hand is on her hip, keeping her against me. I spare half a thought to shifting her up slightly to slide inside, but we’re almost to the estate, and I want the first time I get inside her again to be in a bed with hours to devote to fucking the hate out of her. That, and I know there’s a good chance if I try, she’ll find a way to stab me with something.
I can’t seem to stop myself. The wrath I’d felt when I realized what she’d done has twisted into something darker. More demanding. Something so vast and consuming, I don’t have the words to describe it. Catriona’s glower twists with the promise of retribution and confusion, like an avenging angel. Equal parts innocence and destruction. Her hostility has me hard and leaking.
“No need to be dramatic, Rory. But your daughter is busy right now. Can I take a message?”
Busy, to say the least.
At this, Catriona’s nails bite into my shoulders, and I grunt despite the layers of fabric between us. Her face is a wreck of makeup, mascara tracks from the tears still leaking from her eyes, lipstick smeared from her lips, and that’s nothing on the state of her clothes. Panties missing. Dress rucked up and yanked down. The hand on her hip strays to her bare breast, cupping and lifting the weight. She’s so soft. So perfect. I never imagined I’d ever get her dirty with my undeserving hands again.
“Put her on the phone now, or they won’t be able to identify your body with how thoroughly I’m going to mangle it.”
Catriona jerks away, nearly throwing herself back off my lap when I tweak her nipple. Tired of her struggling, I flip us both, pinning her to the leather seats with my hips as Rory drones on and on with threats. She squeezes her eyes closed, her chest heaving in an effort to control herself. But it’s hopeless. I’m going to make it my life’s mission that she never knows a moment’s peace for what she’s done.
“It’s our wedding night, Rory. You’ll have to call back when we aren’t so…busy,” I answer, and then reach up to tap the mute button as he fills the space with his expletive-ridden diatribe. “Maybe after our honeymoon in a few weeks.”
“Honeymoon? What honeymoon?” Catriona gasps as I fist my cock against her, the head bumping against her clit, and even though she tries to mask it, the friction has her sweating, too. “F-father never mentioned anything about a honeymoon.”
“Because he never asked. It was supposed to be a surprise for your sister. Don’t worry, we’ll make it work with your classes. I’ll take care of everything.”
“I’m not going anywhere with you.”
“You no longer have a choice.” I punctuate the statement by fitting my cock to the weeping entrance of her body. I slide in,just the tip, and watch as her eyes dilate. “Did you do all of this because you wanted some dick? Darlin’, all you had to do was ask. You didn’t have to marry me for me to fuck you again.”
Her eyes flash with anger, and she whips her hand up against my cheek with a snap. The crack of her palm sounds like lightning in the back of the limo. Stinging pain erupts, and the edge of it is so sweet and her gaze so murderous that I come without warning, jerking my dick roughly and spending all over her messy, trembling thighs and ripe, rosy pussy.
The shock in her face should make me feel something like remorse, but the only emotion I register is a sick, twisted sense of satisfaction. Not what I’d had in mind, but the pain at her hands is an awful lot like pleasure. A momentary distraction. Relief.
“O’Connor! O’Connor! Answer me, you fucking bastard. You tell me where she is, or I swear to God. This wasn’t what we agreed to. If I find out you’re responsible for this switch-up, I’m going to make you pay for thinking you can double-cross me.”
Rory blathers on some more, and I’m too distracted rubbing the cum into her skin to give a damn. I could get used to seeing her like this. Marked by me. Ruined by me.
All mine.
Unerring proof that she belongs to me. Almost as good as the sight of my mother’s rings on her finger.
A glance through the window shows we’re almost home, but that doesn’t stop me from using the new lubrication to tease her clit with my thumb. Her face tells me she wants to kill me, but she keeps her lips zipped shut as she can’t resist the resulting shiver. I reach for the phone with my other hand to unmute it.
“—need to figure this out. I have connections, so we can get this taken care of tomorrow. We’ll do a ceremony at the courthouse. The press will have a field day, but you don’t want?—”
