Page 107 of Dirty Legacy

“Connor…”

“Say it, angel, or I won’t give you what you want. Say this pussy is mine.”

“My pussy is yours,” I moan.

He presses himself into me, but only half an inch. “Say you want me to fuck you.”

“Connor, please, fuck me.”

“Fill you⁠—“

“Fill me!”

“Rip you to pieces.”

I gasp, arching, and push down until he slips inside of me. I groan at his size, the thickness of him spreading me wide. He grumbles his bliss as he sinks in deeper, filling me to the brim, his mouth finding mine in a desperate kiss. He pins my hands above my head and moves down, kissing my chest, sucking my nipples, as he starts to fuck me.

Our hips move together. He’s locked inside me, grinding in deep. I whisper his name, whimpering, biting his shoulder. Is this how he breaks me? Is this how he brings me back? He fucks me faster, driving all the way home as he breathes the words against my throat. “This pussy is mine,” he moans. “This mouth is mine.” He bites my lip. “These tits are mine. That baby is mine.”

He thrusts faster, slapping into me, fucking me wildly now. I bounce against him as the glow brightens in my core. “Connor, please,” I beg, not even sure what I’m asking for, beyond rational thought. There’s only the building pressure mounting, mounting, my savage husband fucking me into quiet submission.

“Say you want to come,” he groans in my ear. “Please, baby. Ask me real nicely.”

“I want… to come… and when I do… I want to swallow you.”

He sucks in a breath, his eyes locked on mine. “Fuck, baby.”

“Now, Connor, please.”

He rips into me. He fucks me like a monster and I take him like it’s heaven. I gasp and moan, crying out as my triggers release and I break, shattering like glass all over his massive cock. I come so hard my skin flushes red, and he pulls out with a moan, dick glistening with my wetness.

“Now,” he begs and that word nearly makes me come again.

I turn as he thrusts into my mouth. I moan, licking, sucking, tasting my pussy on him, and he comes in seconds, filling my throat and tongue. I moan and suck and swallow every drop, rubbing his tip with my palm when he’s done and licking that off too.

His body collapses beside mine. His arms snake around me and pull me against him. I’m safe here in his arms. Safe and floating and happy.

“Good fucking girl,” he says low in my ear. “God, you’re such a good girl.”

We stay like that until the sweat cools on our bodies, and I’m thinking, maybe this can work. I can be a mother and I can be a wife to this man. If he can make me feel like this, like the outside world doesn’t matter so long as we’re together, I can do almost anything.

We balance each other. That’s what he said, right?

I need him to ground me, and I’ll do the same for him.

32

CONNOR

It’s not my style, giving up control.

I hate letting my father go anywhere dangerous. He’s a good man, Cathal Maguire. Part of a hellhole of a family but kept his hands clean. Did his best to raise me after Mom died. Always has been the heart and soul of our family, the man I turn to for moral advice, a calm and centered presence.

Now he’s strapping on body armor and clipping a mic to his shirt.

“You sure this’ll work?” he asks, tapping it.

“Yes, and don’t do that again.” I point at the bud in my ear. “It’ll blow out my freaking skull.”