Page 87 of Mob Bride

“We’re going to sit here for a bit longer. Then I’m going to fill your tight little cunt with my cum. You’re going to fall asleep fullof it, and the first thing you feel when you wake up is part of me still in you.”

“You say things like that… Shane, I need more.”

She shifts restlessly. She yelps when I stand—her body still wrapped around me—and walk to the closet. There’re three suits hanging in here and ten ties. I grab three. Each step moves her up and down my dick. I don’t stifle the groan, but I battle the urge to press her against the wall and fuck her until she screams her safe word. Later.

Once I’m on the bed again, I use the ties to bind her wrists like I did with her bra straps, except she’s on top and not connected to the headboard. I use the other two to blindfold and gag her.

“Show me you can still snap.”

She does with both hands.

I fist her hair and yank downward. I’m careful not to snap her neck back, but she no longer controls how it moves. I pull her away from my body before I slap her tits. She screams behind the gag, but her hips move on their own. She’s riding me like I’m her prize stallion. I pinch and twist her nipples, alternating between that and spanking them.

“Don’t come, little girl. If you do, you won’t come again until tomorrow night. I’ll just edge you.”

Her muffled moan goes straight to my cock. I lift her to change positions, so I’m fucking her and not the other way around. I need to pull out for a moment to regain that vaunted control that’s at the heart of this—interlude. That sounds far more romantic than fucking like rabbits on Easter.

My Catholic grandmothers just said a rosary for me in their caskets.

But being with Carrie is divine.

I position her on her belly and climb over her. I trap her legs between mine as I thrust into her. Her shoulders come off themattress. I watch her face, catching every furrow of her brow, every wince, every wide-mouthed muffled scream. The pain’s bringing her pleasure, and that’s what I want. I never want to go too far.

I lean forward, my abs skimming over her bound wrists. I kiss her neck from her shoulder up to her ear as I lift the blindfold off. Then I bring my lips to the shell of her ear to whisper.

“You’re so brave, little one. You’re strong and fierce. Resilient and intelligent. Can you feel how that turns me on?”

“Ymff, dddeee.”

I suppose that’s something akin to yes, Daddy.

“You’re beautiful, Carrie. And I want to devour every inch of you. But it’s your personality that draws me like a moth to a flame. Will you scorch me?”

She twists so she can see me when she turns her head. She shakes it. I realize my poor choice of words. She thinks I’m asking if she’ll betray me. Fuck. That wasn’t what I meant.

“Cailín, I meant will you keep me and not let go?”

She nods, and I feel her body relax as her shoulders settle back against the mattress. That was a shitty metaphor that nearly ruined everything. I draw back onto my knees, lifting her hips. My fingers will leave marks from the way I grip them. I’ll know she’s mine whenever I see them, and she won’t doubt it. I can leave my cum in her pussy or jizz on her tits, but that washes away. The marks will last for a couple days. When they fade, I’ll give her another set. I don’t want deep bruises like if I caned her. Just red marks that’ll fade quickly.

“Shane! Shane!”

You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.

Chapter Nineteen

Shane

“Don’t come up, Cormac!”

What the fuck is my cousin doing here?

“Shane!”

I hear the voice growing closer. I pull out and roll off the bed. I get to the door just as Cormac reaches the top of the stairs. I stick my head out, and I know he understands what he interrupted the moment he sees half of my bare chest sticking out between the mostly closed door and the doorjamb.

“Shite!”

“Yeah. Thanks for?—”

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