Page 165 of The Sinner's Bargain

“No.” I gasped, not seeing the point of telling him the colleague liked watching young girls in short skirts bounce on the horses or that Mother was hellbent on making certain Father got that contract. Instead, I dropped my head back as his cock swirled and shifted inside me. I sobbed his name and bowed as I felt myself peak. “Tell me your secret.”

His mouth burned a path down my chin, my throat, across my chest to take an offered nipple between his teeth. The sweet stab of pain and pleasure drove me hard down on him. My nails dug into his shoulders, anchoring me to him as I bounced and grinded, finding my own pace.

“Are you sure?”

“Thoran!” I whined.

He reached between us and flattened a palm across my quivering belly. His thumb wiggled down to tease my clit, helping me along.

His lips found my ear. “I want to cum in you like I did on our wedding night. I want it so fucking bad I can’t think of anything else.”

My eyes opened to find him watching me with pits of fire dancing across the amber surface.

“Then call your doctor,” I wheezed as my body hitched once. “Then you can fill me up as much as you want.”

It was the boldest I’d ever spoken to him, and I knew he liked it when his eyes darkened. The dick inside me swelled. His hands tangled in my hair and he dragged my head up to take my lips. To plunge his tongue into my mouth and swallow my orgasm. He followed a second later with a growl of my name.

“What are you doing today?” Thoran asked after we’d showered and dressed.

I shrugged as he stepped up behind me and zipped my dress. I turned and took his hands and did up the cuffs at his wrist.

“Do you have to work?” I asked. I bit my lips and batted my lashes up at him. “We could sneak out again and go hide in the village.”

“Vance will kill us both if we do that again.” His arm hooked around my middle. “I’ll meet you at the back door in ten minutes?”

I laughed and kissed him. “I might need a word with Vance about sharing you. Might have to put my foot down.”

His smile tickled my mouth. “Hm, a fight over me. I’m flattered.”

I was going to tell him I would always fight for him when a knock — most likely Cyrus — signaled the end of our time together.

I sighed and peered up at him, taking him in before I lost him for hours that felt infinite.

“See you at dinner?” I murmured.

He brushed back a lock of my hair and nodded. “I’ll try to get away sooner.”

He always said that, but I knew that wouldn’t happen. He was an important man and he had other duties besides keeping me company.

“I might go to the bookstore and fiddle with that devil machine a little more.”

Thoran grinned. “You’ll get it.” He brought my fingertips to his lips. “I’ll see if I can meet you there for lunch.”

With a final kiss, we left our little bubble to face the rest of the world.

Cyrus offered me a polite inclination of his head before addressing his boss. “Vance says you have a full day and need to start immediately after breakfast.”

Thoran and I exchanged glances, both of us grinning sadly.

“Be safe,” I told him quietly after breakfast, neither of us making a move to part ways at the main hallway.

“Stay with Cyrus,” he countered. “I mean it, Blue. You don’t go anywhere without him, and make sure she eats,” he added to the other man.

We parted ways with a final kiss.

I understood his apprehension. He’d become a little more possessive the last few days since his birthday. I’d felt him more than once wake up in the night and pull me to him. I felt him exhaling his nightmares into my hair. His fear of losing me was a palpable thing I didn’t know how to ease, except to agree to his attempts to protect me.

So, I let Cyrus follow me from room to room while Thoran was in meetings. He sat with me while I read, walked with me across the ground when it was nice out, or followed me to the village. The first few times, it had been awkward being with someone who wasn’t Thoran, but I was beginning to enjoy our chats. Cyrus was a lot funnier than I had originally guessed, though he hid it very well beneath his stoic features and dry humor. He reminded me a lot of Malcolm.

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