Page 43 of Mob Bride

“He says he loves me.” That hangs in the air.

I don’t want to ask, but I have to know. “Do you tell him you love him?”

“Shane, of course I do. I have to, but there is nothing about me—not even a follicle—that thinks I want him, that I could love him. Nothing. I say what I have to say, but what I show him is the part of me that has to be there, the part that’s never off the clock. When I’m with you, it’s the only time I can forget my job. It’s the only time I can forget my oaths. When I’m with you, I’m just Carrie. When I’m with him, I’m somebody else. I don’t even use my real name. Everything about it is pretend. Now that I know you—now that you’ve touched me—now that I’ve kissed you—when he touches me, it makes me feel ill. It used to make my skin crawl, but now all I want to do is shove him away and run. I’ve had that impulse before, but it nearly consumes me now that I know you, now that I want you. I don’t know how I’m going to continue this lie, but I have to.”

“I know. Let me help you.”

“Daddy, I can’t do this because I’m betraying you every time I’m near him. I—I…”

We stare at each other, and I help her sit up when she lifts her shoulders off the desk. I pick her up, and she wraps her legs around me again. I’m tall enough to sit on the desk easily with her comfortably in my lap. Neither one of us says anything until we’re both reaching for my pants. I unfasten them and push down my boxer briefs.

Then it’s heaven. I’m inside her. I’m bare.

“Carrie, I’ve never had sex without a condom. I’ve always, always been careful. Practically double-bagged it. But this is how we’re supposed to be. I told you my cum would fill you andreplace Bartlomiej’s, but I’ve never done this before. I’ve never come inside a woman. At least not inside her cunt without a condom. Even though now I know you’ve never had sex with him, I still want my cum in you. I want it to fill your pussy. I want it to drip down your thighs. I want it inside you the next time you see him. I want that to be our secret. That it reminds you, you belong to me, no matter where you are or who you’re with. That I can silently say, fuck him, when you’re with him because you have a part of me still inside you. Is that what you want too?”

Chapter Ten

Carrie

“There’s nothing I want more than this. This isn’t in the heat of the moment despite what I’ve claimed. I’ve had the time to think about it. For better or for worse, nothing feels righter than being with you.”

“Nothing has ever felt righter than this, Carrie.”

He stands and lays me on the desk once more. His emerald eyes remind me of photos of Irish grass. They’re radiant, and he makes me feel like I’m the only thing in the world that matters to him. That I’m the only thing that exists. Period.

He thrusts into me over and over with our gazes locked. Time stops around us. The entire building could burn down, and I wouldn’t care. We could be in the middle of another shootout, and I wouldn’t run from this. I push aside thoughts that would ruin our first time together. I don’t want to contemplate there not being another chance to share this with him.

The man is endowed. Very endowed. It feels like he’s going to split me in two, and I don’t want him to stop. It toes the line between pleasure and pain. I’ve always thought it’s a fine line, but not right now. Now it feels like a line thick enough for me tostand in the center and get the best of both. I’ve never felt this full before, and I try to shift to bring him deeper, but his fingers digging into my hips stop me.

“What do you want,cailín?”

“You… Please… More.”

I attempt to lift my hips to match his rhythm, but he holds me in place. He obliges, thrusting harder and faster, making the desk squeak. If he keeps pounding into me like this, he’s going to push it across the room.

“I need to come, Daddy.”

“No.” The single word should tell me not to argue, so I don’t.

I beg.

“Daddy, please. I’m so close. I don’t think I can stop.”

“Yes, you will. Or I’ll pull out and edge you while I come all over your magnificent tits. I decide.”

“Can you decide I can come soon?”

“You can decide whether you want a spanking.”

The thought of him spanking me drives me into an alternate universe where I exist chained to his bed for his pleasure. I want to feel his hand across my ass. I want to feel a crop or flogger he wields land on my ass and thighs. These ideas are enough to send me to the brink.

“Shane, please. I’m so close. I need this. I need you.”

He studies me for a moment before he slams into me, his pubic bone grinding against my clit.

“This first one, you can have on your own. The next one is mine, just like all the ones after it.”

“When you say shit like that, how am I supposed to stop?”

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