I forget how to breathe. At my silence, she says, “So all I had to do to get you to shut up is fuck you bare? I would have done it a long time ago if I’d known.”
Fisting my hand in her blond locks, I yank her head back until her breath rasps from the effort. “You want me to make a mess of you like the little slut you are? Is that it? Want me to fill you up until I’m dripping out of you?”
“Make a mess out of me,” she gasps out. “Please come inside me. Please. I want it. Make me forget.”
There’s a desperation in her voice. One that’s not only from her desire to come. One that was present in her tentative smile all night. One that knows we’re walking into danger soon and may not make it out.
Unable to do this without looking in her face, I pull out, fit my arms under her thighs and gently slam her against the shower wall. When I slip back inside her, we both moan, and her nails bite into my shoulders as she tries to scrabble away from the intensity, but there’s nowhere for her to go.
“Trying to run away so soon? After making me beg for you, little wife?” I wrap my hands around her throat, a parenthesis of suggestion, and force her to look at me. Always look at me. It’s the only way I truly know she’s thinking about me. I don’t ever want her to look away. “You won’t ever get away. I made you mine the day we said ‘I do’ and that’s not something that’s ever going to change.”
Maybe I need to remind myself as much as I need to remind her after what happened. Perhaps we both need this more than I thought.
She constricts around me, her body seizing as she starts the climb toward orgasm. “Wait, Aiden, it’s too much. I don’t think I can take?—”
“I’ll tell you what you can take.” I huff out a gasping laugh, feeling myself losing hold on the leash of my control. “Poor little baby girl, trying so hard for me. Taking me so deep in her perfect pussy. My dirty little slut.”
She tries to turn her face away again, her cries a dead giveaway that she’s overwhelmed, but I lock a hand around her jaw, keeping her in place. I use my other hand to lightly slap her cheek, three times in rapid succession, ripping a startled gasp from her abused throat. “You’re so close, aren’t you? Going to come all over my cock. That’s right. Oh, don’t be so shy now. You’re gonna be so pretty when you do.” Her cries fill my ears, and she thrashes against me, but I keep her pinned. “Gonna fill this pussy up, but first I want you to give it to me. Give it to me, Catriona, or I’ll make you. Fucking come on this dick, baby, so I can fill you up.”
She arches beneath my grasp, and her pussy clamps down on my cock, drawing my orgasm from me and ripping a growl from my chest. “There you go, baby. Fuck yes.” I keep fucking her in long, deep strokes as I come. Imagining the thought of her growing full with our baby as I do.
“You’re mine,” I say, hand on her throat. “You’re mine, and I’m not ever going to let you go.”
It’s a promise. To her. To me.
A panicked feeling has me gripping her tighter. Her blush is a violent red streak on the highest crests of her cheeks. I should stop and check to see if she’s too sore, but I can’t. My gaze drops to where I’m drilling into her, cock still half hard. I’m covered in our cum, and it drives me a little mad. I slap at the shower controls until the water shuts off and drop to my knees. Catriona makes a sound of surprise, and then it turns into a moan as I seal my mouth over her dripping cunt.
“Aiden, oh my God. Please. I can’t come again.”
I nip at her inner thigh, the scent of us filling my nose. “One more for me,bhean chéile, I need you to come on my face.”
“I can’t do it,” she whimpers.
“You can. Or I can make you,” I answer as I lick the taste of us from her pussy. “Doesn’t matter to me.”
CHAPTER 25
CATRIONA
“The flight will be about ten hours or so,” Aiden says as we board the luxury jet the next week, his voice dripping with that infuriating self-possession. “You can sleep most of it, if you want.”
I glance at him over my shoulder, my nerves simmering just beneath the surface. Under any other circumstances, I would be ecstatic to visit Ireland, but in the aftermath of all that’s happened, it’s the last place I want to be. I close my eyes as we settle into our seats and go over the steps again.
We’ll fly into Dublin. Drive across to Doolin where Aiden has a house. Then the day after, we’ll go to Cian’s monstrosity of a former castle turned hotel, turned fortress, where we’ll meet Mary. And the rest of the heads of each Clan. I don’t know which part I’m most nervous about.
Remembering to respond, I say, “Sure, thanks.”
It helps that Aiden is distracting. So thoroughly distracting. I don’t know what we’re doing together, but it’s enough to quietmy brain. Somehow, I keep coming up with the moment I had him on his knees. The ravaged beauty on his face as pleasure ripped through him. It should make me sick, but all I feel is powerful. I’d done that.
There’s a sickness beneath my skin demanding I do it again. And again.
“What rules will you have for me now? No leaving the confines of whatever hellscape is my prison? No sightseeing? No leaving the bodyguards behind? Hell, you may as well slap me in handcuffs and gag me.” Bren and Tadhg lumber onto the aircraft after us. It helps to resort to our earlier back-and-forth ways. That, I understand. That, I can control.
“That can be arranged. If you weren’t determined to escape them every chance you get, maybe I’d give you more freedom. But I promise you, the last thing you want to do is run into a rival Clan unprotected.”
“I promise I’ll be a good little girl and stay near the house. If I leave, I’ll take Ren and Stimpy with me.”
He lifts a hand and ghosts it over my cheek. My body goes as tight as a bow string. A smile teases his lips. “This will all be over soon. I promise.” His brows lower, and the laughter leaves his face. “If all goes well, you won’t have anything to worry about for a long time.”
