Page 39 of Finn

“The hell I can’t!” he yells, and points an angry finger at me. “Don’t fucking compare me to the men in your world, Alessia. You’re in mine now, and let me tell you, it’s a hell of a lot different. If you would have decided not to sign that contract, I would have figured something else out. I would still be out there fighting because I’ll never bow to that piece of shit, Cataldi. We decided this was the best course of action.” He waves the same finger between the two of us. “You, me, and your father. I sure as hell never pressured you into it. In fact, it was your father who contacted me. I wasn’t a hundred percent on board until that first dinner at your house.” Finn is standing directly in front of me, his eyes holding so much anger, but there’s hurt there, too. As though I’d made the worst comparison when I talked about the type of men I was used to dealing with in my world.

He inhales a deep breath and lets it out slowly through his nose, seemingly trying to calm himself before he continues. “When I laid eyes on you, everything changed. You weren’t the shrinking violet or standoffish princess everyone thought you were. I could see the fire and the strength in your eyes. I could practically taste the defiance in every word you spoke. It fucking captivated me from the first moment you opened your red lips and spoke to me. I was hooked. That’s why I signed that contract. Not to clip your wings or make you subservient to me, but I knew that night I wanted you next to me.” He takes one step closer, then another, until barely millimeters separate us. “I wanted you in my life and, goddammit, in my bed. You fucking consumed me before I had a chance to save myself, and even if I could, I wouldn’t change a damn thing. I would tie you to me because I’m a selfish bastard.”

His breaths are coming out in hot pants against my cool flesh. He talks about me consuming him, but in this moment, all I feel, hear, or taste is him. Instead of doing the sensible thing that the voice in the back of my mind is telling me—take a step back and regroup—I grab him by the front of his wet shirt and slam my mouth to his. Thunder claps in the distance as though the sky is saying finally, you’re taking what you want. Or it’s warning me that I’ve just made a grave error in judgment by allowing this man to break through my walls and take a part of myself I swore no one would ever have again.

Finn pulls away, his gaze spearing into me. “Be certain this is what you want, Alessia. If we do this, you’re mine, and I won’t promise to let you go if you change your mind.” His gravelly words dance across my lips.

“Don’t insult me, Finn.” I clutch his shirt tighter in my grasp. “I’m perfectly capable of escaping you if I want to.”

A smile tilts the corner of his lips. “I better make damn sure you never want to, then.”

When he slams his mouth to mine, the kiss takes on a life of its own, pulling us both into a thick haze of lust that neither of us can control, not that we would want to.

His hands are everywhere, running down my sides and over my ass as he pulls me tighter against his body, his hard cock digging into me. I loop my arms around his shoulders before he lifts me and slams my back into the wall. The boat house creaks, and I break the kiss, tilting my head to the side to give his mouth access to my neck. The feel of his lips and tongue trailing wet kisses along my neck, biting and tasting my sensitive flesh, is spurring me on. Needy moans erupt from somewhere deep within me. I’ve never felt so desperate for release in my entire life as my hips wriggle around, trying to find purchase on anything to sate this intense desire consuming me.

“Does my wife need to come?”

We seem to have gone from zero to a hundred in the span of the last few minutes, but really, we’ve been dancing around this inevitably for the last couple weeks.

“God, yes,” I moan out, wanting nothing more than to feel him slide inside of me.

He sets me down on my feet and spins me around.

“Hands on the wall,” he commands. “This is going to be quick, but I don’t think I can make it back to our house without feeling your tight pussy strangle me first.”

“I’m hearing a lot of talk and not seeing any action,” I tease, grinding my ass back into him.

The deep chuckle I feel more than hear over my heavy panting sends shivers racing down my spine. Finn’s hands move to the waist of my shorts, and he yanks them down, baring my naked flesh to him.

“You’re so fucking wet for me,” he says, trailing his finger through my center.

“Finn, please.”

“Please what? Please fill you with my fingers and play with your clit until you come? Or please slide my cock inside you while you scream my name? You have to choose,” he whispers hotly against my ear.

“Fuck. I want your cock inside me,” I beg. It should surprise me how easily he got me to this point, maybe even scare me a little, but goddammit, all I care about right now is Finn relieving the ache in my core.

He doesn’t make me wait long and pulls his own shorts lower before lining himself up at my entrance and slamming into me in one thrust.

We both let out a cry of pleasure with the first thrust, and each after that is punctuated with another moan or a curse falling from his lips. My nails dig into the old wood, sure to leave deep grooves.

“Fuck, Alessia, you feel so damn good,” he pants into my ear as he leans over my back, covering me with his chest. He stands straight and slows his thrusts but still reaches so, so deep. “Fuck, baby. You should see how well you take me. Your pussy looks so good swallowing my cock.”

I moan loudly. His filthy words, along with his pumping in and out of me, are quickly taking me to the precipice.

“Harder, Finn. Make me come.”

He doesn’t disappoint as his fingers tangle in my hair under the ponytail that sits askew, and he grips the strands firmly in his fist.

His hips begin moving at an almost punishing pace, throwing me over the edge I was just teetering on. I fall into absolute bliss as my orgasm crashes through me. My entire body feels as though it’s going to explode into tiny little pieces, but he doesn’t slow as I scream out in pleasure. My vision goes hazy around the edges before he thrusts hard once more, tightening his grip on my hip, and bellows out his own release. Hearing my husband come undone may have just become my favorite sound to fall from his lips.

We both still, panting as we each try to catch our breaths. Finn finally releases my hair from his grasp and runs his fingers down the slick skin of my back before leaning over and kissing me right behind the ear.

“It’s a good thing we don’t have to work tonight, wife. That was just a little taste.”

He bends down and pulls my shorts back up my trembling legs, and I wince at the feel of his release between my thighs.

“I need you to hurry your cute little ass back to the house because I’ve had plenty of time to fantasize about all the places and ways I want to take you, so if you plan to leave the house in the next week, we’d better get started.”

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