Page 78 of The Irish Arrangement

The doorknob clicked, and I blinked away the slight drowsiness that had come. Sitting upright in the bed, I stared, shocked and so relieved, as Declan strode inside.

He kept his dark, intense gaze on me as he paused to reach back. Once more, the metal clicked. He locked the door behind him and approached me. Like a predator honing in on his prey.

I sat up, scrambling to get out of the covers and sheets to address him. I’d waited and stressed over this confrontation, but I wouldn’t shy away from making it happen now. I had so much to tell him, and he had to hear me out.

“Don’t say a word,” he ordered as he yanked his tie off.

I blinked, stepping back toward the bed. That sinister glint of violence in his eyes seemed so familiar, yet not. Until this moment, I hadn’t realized the depth of his hatred for me. How dark and severe his loathing could grow.

“Dec—”

He reached up, gagging me with his tie. His gaze locked on mine, and in his eyes I saw every bit of command and authority he held, all that he expected me to obey.

I breathed faster through my nose, panicked and worried. He was in a mood, and my chances of speaking—of explaining and apologizing again—wouldn’t be happening.

“On the bed,” he ordered, removing his shirt and then reaching in the drawers for a silky length of fabric.

I shook, trembling as I climbed back on the bed. By the time I was lying down, staring up at him, he was after me, binding my hands to the bedframe, quickly pulling my loose nightgown off my body. I hadn’t bothered with underwear, and his hungry, wicked glare remained there. Maybe I’d surprised him, but that wasn’t my intention.

“I’m going to fuck you, Wife,” he promised as he shoved his fingers in my pussy.

I arched up at the instant stretch. My gasp was choked back with the gag over my mouth. But his rushed touch wasn’t completely rough. Just his look could make me aroused. Suspended between fear and desire, he found the evidence of my slippery juices.

“I’m going to pound into you so hard, and you'd better pray I’m in a better mood afterward,” he growled as he smeared my cream back to my ass.

I squeezed my eyes tight. It burned. His fingers felt so big there at this hole, and as he slowly inserted them, the intense sting turned to forbidden pleasure.

“I’m going to fuck your mouth.” He leaned down to suck at my tits until his lips would bruise my flesh. “I’m going to fuck this cunt.” He moved to pull my clit between his teeth and flick his tongue at the bundle of nerves. “And I’m going to claim this ass.” He added another finger, stretching me out as he watched me writhe and strain against the ties.

His legs straddled my right thigh, holding me down.

He’d trapped me, with bindings and his body. With the dark, twisted promise of so many filthy, rotten, but seductively perfect things he wanted to do.

I dripped for him. My pussy ached. My nipples stung. I wanted him, so damn badly, but I was too scared.

He wasn’t doing this out of love or to make me happy. He was mad. He was taking his anger out on me. While I still knew he’d make me come and see to it that I was pleasured, I feared it would be too much.

Too rough.

What about the baby?

It felt like such a ridiculous worry, that if my husband took me hard and fucked me ten ways to hell, he could hurt my baby.

But what did I know? I’d never considered being pregnant, and I didn’t care if I was overexaggerating my worries.

While I wasn’t sure if it was smart to be this rough sexually, I got stuck on an even more potent feeling of unease.

I didn’t want him to take me like this. All that he threatened sounded like heaven. I wanted him, all of him, and I wanted to give everything to him in return. But I didn’t want to be a body to fuck. I didn’t want to be a thing to him.

I wanted him to make love to me, to fuck me with that unrelenting love that I couldn’t stop myself from feeling for him.

I shook my head, staring at him with tears building in my eyes. Blinking and looking at him so scared, I prayed that he’d get the message.

No.

Wait.

Please. Wait.

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