“I want you barely able to walk. I want you to feel the evidence of how well I took you for days.”
Even though she’s restrained, I can’t help but reach out to wrap my hand around the back of her neck, squeezing it just enough to get her to gasp as I angle my hips so that the tip of my cock brushes against her inner walls.
“And what? Shall I wait by the door on my knees, too?”
My growl has Ciara’s pussy clenching.
Fuck, the thought of coming home every day to her naked and on her knees, ready to take me in her mouth is almost enough to make me come.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, princess? Serving your husband like a good little wife.”
I squeeze her neck harder as my release starts to build.
“More like…the other…way around,” she chokes out.
“Wrong answer.” I thrust into my wife as hard as I can.
With a few more thrusts of my cock, we’re both climaxing, and I can barely take a breath as my cock spills inside her.
Ciara takes everything I have, her pussy milking every last drop out of me until I collapse on top of her, my breathing ragged and both our bodies glistening with sweat.
Ciara’s inner walls pulse around my cock, and I shoot a few last drops inside her. “Holy shit, I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard in my life.”
“You’re welcome,” Ciara teases, and when I nip at her shoulder, she tries turning her head. “Hey!”
I kiss along the back of her neck. “Have you learned nothing? There is a price to be paid for having a smart mouth.”
“I think I might need another lesson.”
This woman is going to be the death of me. But for her, I’ll go willingly.
Chapter Fourteen
CIARA
I curlonto my side and try to get some rest, but sleep hasn’t been coming easily to me over the past week. It’s barely light outside, but Ronan’s side of the bed is empty. It seems sleep is avoiding him too.
We might be back to sharing the same bed at night, but every morning for the past week I’ve woken up alone, and a small, selfish part of me is grateful.
I figure the less he’s around, the more I can convince myself that I haven’t told him that I’m pregnant simply because I haven’t been given the opportunity. When in reality, it’s because I’m nothing but a coward.
My mind is buzzing, a tangled web of thoughts and what-ifs that will only be eased when I muster the courage to tell Ronan about the baby.
I want to believe he will be happy when I tell him, that he’ll pull me into his arms and promise me everything will be okay and that we can have our happily ever after.
But then I remember that this isn’t a normal relationship, and this isn’t a normallife.
There are guns in the nightstand drawer and multiple guards posted outside the front door, on high alert should someoneunwanted come knocking. Not to mention my own personal security, which means the only peace I get is when I go to the bathroom.
Bringing a baby into this world feels reckless, and yet I can’t find it in myself to regret it.
The nausea, the anxiety, the fear of the unknown… It’s all worth it because this baby is ours. We made this life together, and I can’t help but see it as a miracle.
This was never supposed to be part of the plan. Hell, I never thought I would ever see Ronan Sullivan as anything other than the man who took my freedom, who took my father’s life, and now I’m willingly signing up for a future with him at my side, and the thought brings a true smile to my face.
That is, if he wants me…
The flutter of nerves tightens in my chest.
