Gently I grip the base, ease it out. Slow twist, stretch; she whimpers, her hole fluttering closed behind it. I chuck the plug into the walk-in shower with a clatter, and she sinks back, eyes fluttering shut, submerged to her neck.
I tap her shoulder. “Slide forward.”
She obeys, scooting in the water. I slip in behind, legs bracketing hers. Her ass nestles against my cock; the glide of wet skin has me half-hard in an instant.
Fuck.
I want to keep pounding her nonstop till she breaks or I do. I’d fuckingkillher with pleasure if I didn’t rein it in.
She leans back on my chest, head resting in the crook of my neck, wet hair tickling my jaw.
“I fucked up,” I murmur, voice dropping low. Guilt, like knives, through my gut.
Her body tenses against me, water rippling. “Why do you say that?” Her eyes stay closed, but her breath quickens, pulse thrumming at her throat.
“That night at the fight. I shouldn’t have taken you.” My arms band around her waist, possessive even in confession. “I knew they’d raise hell.”
She shifts, not away, but to face me better. Water clings to her lashes. “Who? Your mafia friends?”
“Flanaghan.” No more lies. She’s my wife now. “He’s been off. I think he wants to lead the Consortium.”
She nods slow, like she’s processing it.
“Rules are ironclad,” I continue, thumb tracing her hipbone underwater. “No outsiders touch our world, office, documents. If they do? They meet death. We bury the secrets.”
“Oh.” Soft realisation dawning. Her eyes flick side to side, piecing the puzzle. “You married me so they wouldn’t kill me.” Disappointment laces her tone, andfuck, it stings.
I grip her chin, tilt her face to mine. “I fucked you like my soul depended on it. The Consortium?” I brush my lips on the tip of her nose. “Just lit a fire under my ass. You wereminethe second you let me sink balls-deep, Autumn. Rules or no rules.”
Her lips curl with a soft smile, water dripping from them. She moves and straddles me in one fluid twist, knees planting outside my thighs. Warm water cascades off her tits as she rises; her cunt glides along my length, slick and teasing. I’mrock-hardnow, throbbing against her.
“So Flanaghan wants the throne.” She rocks slowly, like torture.
I nod, hands gripping her ass, my fingers digging into her wet flesh.
“You married me to protect me.” Her hand dips under water, wraps my cock firmly, stroking root to tip. Veins pulse in her palm.
“Autumn.” A warning growl escapes my lips, but my hips buck involuntarily.
“And Declan? His brothers?”
“I needed approval. Witnesses.” My voice rags as she pumps faster, thumb swirling precome over the head.
“Flanaghan wanted me dead?” She stills, her hand frozen, eyes wide.
I lean my head back against the tub, water lapping my chest.
Fucking Christ.
“He knew I’d never kill you. That’d paint a target on my back before I would let anyone touch you.”
Her lips part, shock ripples through her.
“We thought the rule locked marriage inside our world.” Emotion surges. The idea of her blood on my hands?Unbearable.“But my great-grandmother—”
“Wasn’t Consortium.” She finishes, voice soft.
“Or rich.” I smile. “Just my great-grandfather’s obsession. His love.”
