I could never deny him. I kept my eyes on his as he thrust into me over and over again. His thumb brushed over my clit and I screamed out, grabbing onto the pillows underneath my head and squeezing them. He was pushing me to another orgasm, and I knew it was going to render me breathless. I could already feel it.
“Niall,” I screamed out, feeling the build up. “Harder.”
A smirk landed on his face and I knew I was already so in love with him. I’d tried to ignore the feelings, but he’d snuck into my heart somehow.
I was scared of this.
I was scared to feel this with him.
“That’s it, baby, come on my fucking cock,” he grunted. His filthy mouth sent me over the edge as I came hard, feeling my pussy choke him. He grunted from the pressure but continued moving in and out of me, his brow furrowed with concentration. “Fuck, you are so fucking tight.”
“Niall,” I groaned as my orgasm rolled out of me, sending my brain into the nether. He pulled one leg up over his shoulder and drove in deeper. I screamedout just as he grunted and came hard. I felt every jet of cum hit inside of me and smiled, knowing he’d only ever come in me. He’d never done it with any other woman before.
When he pulled out of me and lay flat on his back next to me, panting from his exertion, I tried not to think about everything that had led to this point. I was insanely jealous of women looking at him, and talking to him. I couldn’t be like that, not with the men here. They all garnered attention from the opposite sex. Always.
But I didn’t want him to be with anyone else. Yet, I didn’t want to call him mine publicly. I was selfish…but for reasons he’d never know. I had to leave.
I had to.
Savage
I felt her stir behind me as I sat on the edge of the bed. She’d slept past her phone alarms, which wasn’t like her. I’d silenced them after a beat and held her in my arms for another half an hour. She was pullingaway. Last night had torn her from reality. She had fought for me and even though she didn’t need to stake her claim because truthfully I was already hers, it had turned me on more than I could have ever imagined.
She wanted me. It was the only thing I had ever wanted since I realised I was falling for her years ago. She’d been so hesitant for anyone to know. I was her dirty little secret and for a long time I was okay with that, but not anymore. I could feel her pulling away, and I knew I couldn’t allow it.
She was mine.
I’d rip every man apart who tried to lay claim to her.
I couldn’t let her go. I just couldn’t.
“What time is it?” she asked, her voice groggy.
“It’s late,” I said. “Maree and Kayleigh are tending the bar so you can take the day off. You deserve to rest.”
She sat up, and her eyes widened when she took in the time on the clock. Shona scrambled to get up and get dressed, but I pulled her back to me.
“Stay.”
“Niall…”
“Please?”
She closed her eyes for a moment and sat down next to me on the bed’s edge. “Niall…we can’t.”
“Why not? It’s clear you want me, and I want you. Why can’t we be together? The fucking club knows, Shona. They don’t give a shit.”
She tensed and I knew my voice had taken on the angry tone I tried so hard to hide from her.
“This is about Dog, isn’t it?”
I’d barely known the fucker, but I knew he was an asshole. He’d always treated her like absolute shit. Even back then I had known she was special, that she was meant for more than that worthless sack of skin. It’s why I’d kept an eye on her after he died, why I had protected her.
“No,” she lied. “You should probably go for someone younger, more your age.”
I scoffed. “Shona, I don’t give a shit about age. You’re five years older than me. So the fuck what.”
“I have to get to work,” she said, pushing herself up. I grabbed her wrist and held her there, standing to tower over her. When she looked up at me, hereyes hooded and desire pooling in them, I wanted to take her again but I had shit I needed to get done.
