Page 28 of Sins of Arrogance

If she knew what I was think­ing right now, she’d throw her­self from this bed and run.

I stroke my hand down her bare back, slow and steady, and try to pre­tend to my­self it’s sooth­ing. But my cock’s al­ready get­ting hard again. Still semi erect from ear­lier, it thick­ens with ev­ery sec­ond I stay in­side her.

I could push deeper right now. She’s wet and warm and open for me, her pussy still so ten­der from the last round that I know it would take al­most noth­ing to make her come again.

I could wake her with it. Or not.

I could fuck her slow and deep un­til she came in her sleep, mus­cles clench­ing around me with­out ever know­ing why. I could take her while she dreams, over and over again, un­til her body gives out and she can’t walk straight for days.

The idea sends blood surg­ing into my dick.

But I don’t move.

Be­cause I’d rather die than see hor­ror in her eyes when she wakes up. She and Fitz are the only two peo­ple I never want to look at me with fear.

I love him.

And Kara? She’s the ad­dic­tion I have no in­ten­tion of try­ing to kick. She is mine.

The need to own ev­ery inch of mo chuisle, ev­ery sound she makes, ev­ery look she gives, rides me like a speed­ing roller coaster barely cling­ing to the rails.

She’s not mine be­cause we’re mar­ried. She’s mine be­cause I’ve given her a place in­side me no one else touches and I’ve carved out a place in­side her that be­longs to me alone.

But some­times, like now, there’s a tight­ness in my chest I can’t ex­plain. Not just lust. Not just pro­tec­tive­ness. Some­thing else. But it’s not love.

A man like me can’t love.

But one thing is un­de­ni­able, Kara makes me want to burn down ev­ery­thing just to keep her close.

My hand slides over the curve of her ass. Soft, full, per­fect. My cock is hard again now, steel and need press­ing against the slip­pery heat of her cunt.

I want to take her.

Again.

Forc­ing my body to still­ness and my hand up to her back again, I press my mouth to her shoul­der and breathe her in.

“I’ll keep you safe, mo chuisle,” I whis­per. “Even from me.”

She shifts in her sleep, her leg slid­ing higher on my thigh, open­ing her­self to me in ir­re­sistible temp­ta­tion. She’s warm, soft, and still slick with ev­ery­thing I gave her ear­lier. Her pussy pulses faintly around my dick.

I could fuck her.

Right now. Slow. Deep. Let her wake up with me al­ready mov­ing just enough to draw those soft gasps from her lips, to claim her even in her sleep.

I’ve thought about it thou­sands of times. I’ve never done it But feckin’ hell, I want to.

In­stead, I let my hand drift fur­ther down on each pass on her back un­til I’m ca­ress­ing her ass again. She doesn’t stir.

Not un­til I slide my mid­dle fin­ger be­tween her ass cheeks and press gen­tly against her tight lit­tle rose­bud, just enough to tease. I’ve never taken her this way.

I never will.

But touch­ing her like this is al­most enough to make me blow my load in­side her with­out a sin­gle stroke of my cock.

She whim­pers. Half-asleep. Dream­ing.

Her thighs part fur­ther, her body cant­ing back, seek­ing more of my touch. Con­trol­ling the temp­ta­tion to push my fin­ger­tip past her sphinc­ter mus­cles makes sweat bead at my tem­ples.