Page 19 of The Irish Arrangement

“You were going to run.” I gritted my teeth as she wriggled to get free.

“I wasn’t. Goddammit! I just wanted fresh air!”

She wiggled and fought, shouting obscenities at me as I hastened to carry her straight to one of the cars waiting on the drive.

Putting her down wasn’t possible. The longer I kept her in my arms, touching her with my hands, I knew she was here. With me. Without anywhere to go. The relief of finding her and catching her was bliss, but just entertaining the possibility that my third wife could have left me too soon had me furious.

I shoved her, fighting and growling, into the backseat. Then I exhaled hard, my nostrils flaring, as I rounded the car to get in the driver’s seat. The uniformed valet worker trembled, mouth open in fear and shock, as I held out my hand.

“Give me the fucking key.”

He did, and I wasted no time speeding out of there and taking Cara straight to my house. Tuning out her threats and shouts, I focused on getting her to my bed as quickly as possible. Driving to the estate house in the country would take too long. I couldn’t manage that much of a wait. I had to take her. Now. I had to show her in the simplest yet complicated way that she was fucking mine no matter how much she’d try to run.

“I just wanted to breathe!” she snapped, wrestling with the billowy layers of her dress. She was surrounded by the material in the backseat, frustrated and batting down the material.

Oh, I’ll get you out of that shit in just a fucking minute.

I parked, slamming on the brakes hard enough that she jolted forward. She put her hand up to stop the impact against the back of my seat, but by the time I got out and wrenched open the back door, she’d scrambled back to the other side of the car.

I wasn’t fast enough. She was still so determined. At any other time, in any other circumstances, I would’ve admired that she didn’t give up.

I ran around the car as she stood. Holding her hands out, warding me off, she caught her breath. “Stop!”

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

“You don’t have to haul me around!” She glanced at the mansion and grunted. “I can walk.”

You sassy woman. Desire swelled within me as I passed her, taking her hand and pulling her inside.

I never cared to have much staff here, and I made sure no one would be on duty tonight. I wanted all the freedom to stuff my dick into Cara’s pussy as much as I wanted without any interruption. If I were lucky, she’d carry my child from tonight’s efforts alone and spare me the obligation to try again.

Slamming her against the back of the door after I closed it, though, I realized it wouldn’t be a chore at all.

Her fiery glare made my blood burn hotter. The sight of her tits damn near spilling out taunted me. And the stubborn lift of her chin challenged me.

“Bend over,” I growled.

She grunted in surprise as I whirled her around fast. Her hands shot out, slamming against the old wood panel.

I yanked at her dress, shoving it up until I found her panties. One tug ripped them, but she protested.

“Declan. Can’t?—”

I grabbed her hands and smacked them to the door. “Keep your fucking hands right there.”

I unzipped my pants and freed my cock, stiff as steel and dripping moisture. She was temptation personified, making me ache for her submission. And I didn’t wait to claim it, to take her and possess her.

Keeping her dress up, I grabbed her hips and tugged her back. She gasped at the first touch. I lined my dick up with her slit, but I paused.

Looking down at her pussy lips, her legs splayed wide from my kicks at her feet to open up her stance, I watched the glistening smear of her cream as I held my cockhead right there.

She was wet.

She was…

She wanted it. She wanted me. Even though she’d protested, she was aroused.

So I notched myself deeper, watching my mushroomed head disappear into her pink flesh.

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