Page 62 of Love Thief

“Kitten,” I shout over, “let’s go.” I hold out my hand and she smiles at me, but I see the storm clouds in her eyes. Fuck.

She walks over, and, in a total ‘fuck you’ move, kisses me and rubs her body against me.

I hold her tight to me. “I fucking love you. Let’s go, I need you,” I say loudly, more for them than her this time. To say they look sour is the understatement of the century.

“All alright?” I ask quietly. That’s all for her.

“Never better.” She smirks and puts her hands under my T-shirt, running them all over my abs, licking my jaw as she does.

I pick her up and put her over my shoulder, her silver hair hanging down, and she yelps and laughs when I smack her arse.

“I’m gonna bite that arse,” I growl, walking past the coven and towards the buses.

I open the door, moving her down to get her inside, and push her up the steps and into the bus, kissing her and guiding her backwards towards the bedroom.

Locking the door behind me, I demand, “Get them fucking jeans off. I need to be inside you.” I can hardly get my words out as I rip off my T-shirt and undo my zipper, pushing my jeans and boxers down. I kick off my boots and am naked in five seconds flat.

“You’ve too many clothes on for my tastes,” I sputter out as I literally rip off her clothes. She’s laughing at me, so I turn her over and smack her arse.

She groans and pushes her arse more towards me. “Again Kell,” she moans at me.

I lean down and pull my belt from my jeans. “No crop, but you can have five of these.” I swipe at her arse with my belt and she yelps as the leather cracks onto her skin.

I step forward and pull her up, pushing my fingers into her. “Yess, so ready,” I breathe out. Pushing her head down and swinging gently, hitting her again, and again, I massage her arse, grabbing the pink cheeks. I gentle the caress and when she moans at me, I stand back and swing again. “Fuck I’m gonna come before I get in you.”

One last swing and I drop to my knees behind her and rim her asshole before pushing my tongue into her pussy, licking around and around her clit.

She has tears in her eyes, and I stand and push into her pussy. I’m so fucking hard, and big, and I try to be gentle. Sort of. I thrust in, shouting out in ecstasy. I pump in again, and again, holding her hips as we fuck so hard, she’s moaning my name.

“Don’t shout out. Be quiet or I’ll fuck your arse,” I rasp out at her. I know there’s no way she’ll be able to manage that, but I pull her hair in warning. I can’t wait, I'm too turned on. “I’m going to come,” I tell her.

“Yes” she rasps, She has no idea why she’s saying it.

I pull out and come all over her arse cheeks, rubbing it into her arsehole and into her pussy with my fingers.

I taste my fingers and put them to her mouth. “Lick them clean, baby. Taste how good we are.”

Watching her with hooded eyes, I ask, “Do you want to come?”

She nods at me, looking at me from under her lashes. “Make me come, Kell. I want your fingers.”

She spins around and lays on the bed, opening herself up to me, and it’s the most magical sight. I open her lips and lick along her folds, then move up her body to bite her tits as my fingers get busy fucking her to orgasm.

We stay in the bedroom for another hour, only venturing out when I hear Xan shout it’s time to get going. My phone has been lighting up the entire time we’ve been in the bedroom. I assumed it was Xan, but when I look, it’s my mother. I frown at the phone.

“What’s wrong?” she asks, seeing my expression fall.

“Rowena’s rang twenty times. I’ll ring her and see what’s up. She doesn’t call usually, and not this late. There may be something wrong.”

“Yes, of course, call back to make sure.” She moves out of the way, and goes into the bathroom as I sit on the bed and call my mother back.

“Mother what’s up? I’ve?—”

“Oh, Marcus,” she interrupts me, “you need to come to Yorkshire. They are saying your marriage is not legal. It was in America and it doesn’t count. You must come and speak to our lawyers. They’re coming to Yorkshire tomorrow to tell us they have a legitimate challenge on the estate and they want the title as well. Please come and sort this out. I don’t think I can take much more.”

“You are fucking kidding me. They’re delusional. I’ll come, Mother, but I literally have one day and then I need to leave. I’ll sort it.” She jabbers on some more but I’ve stopped listening. “I’m on my way now, don’t panic, I’m on my way.”

Putting the phone down, I start to laugh. “What a set of wankers. They think the marriage was in Vegas and they’re challenging it. Well, we’ll see who wants it now. They’ll have to come out of hiding to claim it all.”

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