Page 32 of A Monster Is Coming

The door to the bathroom opened and Niamh stepped out. She wore a bathrobe, and her cheeks were a lovely shade of rosy red.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to take long.”

She’d taken a shower. I’d already taken one, giving her time to get used to being at my home. I wore a towel around my waist. I would have suggested we take one together, but I knew we both needed time.

“You know, you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” I said. Again, I didn’t know why the fuck I was giving her the choice, when the truth was, neither of us had a lot of choice.

I needed to get her pregnant, and quickly. The bounty hunters would figure it out sooner or later, and one of them would get too close. I had a time limit.

“I want to do this,” she said. “I’m nervous. I’ve never done anything like this. I’d never even kissed a guy until you.”

Okay, that shouldn’t make me so fucking happy, but it did. In fact, I felt myself getting harder by the second, and all I wanted to do was fuck her, to take her hard. No other man had touched her. Niamh was a virgin. She’d not even been kissed.

“No one else had ever kissed these lips?” I asked.

“No.”

Cupping her face, I tilted her head back and stared at her lips. They were lovely and plump. Running a finger across those lips, I felt that temptation to kiss them again. I didn’t ignore it, and slammed my lips down on hers, feeling her moan as I did so. I swallowed the sounds she made and growled against her lips, not wanting to stop. I loved the feel of her mouth against mine.

Sinking my fingers into her damp hair, I held her against me. With my other hand, I couldn’t resist sliding down toward the curve of her ass, and gripping the flesh hard. I drew her against my body so we didn’t have any space. I didn’t want any distance. She felt amazing and I didn’t want to let her go.

But, I couldn’t just kiss her. I had got to get her ready. Even though Niamh being a virgin was a heady thing, I also knew this was going to hurt her. I had to be what I’d never been in my life—gentle. I didn’t even know what gentle was. I’d hurt, murdered, done everything I could to win.

Right now, Ivan needed me to be this suave gentleman to win the woman, and I didn’t fucking know how to do that. I only knew one thing, and that was I never failed.

He wanted a baby inside her, and that’s exactly what there will be. I moved us toward the bed, giving her time to tell me no. I would never force her to do anything she didn’t want to do.

She didn’t stop me, so I reached for the belt of her robe, slid it open, and there she was, in all her naked glory. I loved her curvy body, the fullness of her tits, the roundness of her hips, her full, juicy thighs.

I tipped her back to the bed and swallowed all kinds of protest. Only, this time I didn’t linger at her lips. I kissed down her neck, sucked on her pulse, which I’d come to see as a rather erogenous zone for her, not that I was complaining. It would help me arouse her.

Slowly, I trailed my lips down her body, going toward her tits. Pushing them together, I marveled at the size. She had gorgeous, red-tipped nipples, not too small, not too big, but a delightful mouthful, which I took full advantage of.

She released a moan.

My dick was getting harder by the second, and we are both wanting to plunge, balls-deep inside her virgin cunt.

I was in control. I was the man, and I would make sure Niamh was as ready as she could be before I took her.

Sucking on each rounded nipple, I loved how she writhed under me. I took my time, allowing her to get accustomed to my touch. She was not used to kindness, of that I was sure. I didn’t even need to see the evidence of what her father had done to know she had suffered cruelty.

I fucking hated her father and if I ever encountered Finn Byrne, he was going to die. I looked forward to ending his existence, but it would not be a quick death. No, I intended to make it as slow and painful as possible. I couldn’t wait to do it.

Niamh would know freedom.

Unless of course she ended up with my baby, then she would always be my wife, and I’d never let her go.

Kissing down her body, I wanted to spend a lot more time on her tits, but I needed to have a taste of her pussy. She whimpered as I passed her belly button, and then I spread her legs. I pulled away, just enough to stare at her pretty, virginal cunt. I couldn’t stop thinking about the fact no other man had touched her. She was all mine.

I’d never been the kind of man to seek out a virgin. I was aware there was a market for them, but virginal women held no appeal for me. I’d always wanted a woman who knew what she was doing.

Niamh wasn’t just some random woman. She was going to be the mother of my children, which already put her in a completely different category.

She would be protected.

She belonged to me.

She was mine.

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