Page 15 of Illicit Temptation

Wiping blood off my hands, I say, “She’s not just a sweet lass. She’s my wife.”

“Yourwife?” Rhys whispers.

“Yeah, I have something to tell you when we hook up next.”

“Jaysus H. Christ.” Rhys shakes his head. “Do you know what you’re doing?”

“No,” I laugh, but I’ll have fun figuring it out.

My phone beeps with an alarm from the drone. Astrikealarm.

What? No. That’s...that’s a mistake.

I spin around in horror and see Shea standing at the edge of the walkway, her jaw dropped at seeing Archer in Rhys’ trunk. The alarm’s beeping grows faster, and my heart pounds as I race toward her.

With a force I don’t think my body has ever achieved, I dive on top of her, shielding her from the drone strike.

Muffled rounds of .270 Winchesters discharge from the weaponized drone. I wait to feel bullets tear into my flesh, but we land behind a four-foot-high boulder, the ammo just missing the both of us.

Shea breathes heavily underneath me. “What the hell are you doing?”

“You may want to re-program that drone, brother.” Rhys slams his trunk and gets into his car.

“Drone?” Shea shrieks. “You launched a drone?”

“I had to make sure no one saw me with your boyfriend.” I look down at her lying flat on her back in a patch of green shrubbery. Christ, I can’t get it out of my mind how my massive cock felt in her tight cunt. I need to stretch her again to fit me, andonlyme.

“He’s not my boyfriend anymore.” Her eyes fall to my lips. “I ended it. Or maybe you didn’t hear me while you were plotting his death.”

“I’m proud that you decided on your own to never let that snake touch you again.” I lower my mouth, wanting to taste her so badly. “Touch what is mine.” I help her up.

“It’s just a piece of paper that says I’m yours.” She pushes me away and dusts herself off.

“If you recall the games we played that summer: rock, paper, scissors?” I take out my phone to disable the drone before it reloads. “You always chose rock, thinking you’d win. But I won because I chose paper, which covers rock.”

“And fire obliterates paper.” She flips me off and walks away.

I get the sentiment. She thinks she can burn the marriage license and it will disappear.

I catch up to her on the walkway back to the venue’s kitchen entrance. “And the dripping juices from your cunt will put out my fire.” Or act as gasoline and blow everything up. “I’ll be on your six all weekend, wife.”

That’s how I’ve thought of her these three long years, even though I know to her it was an albatross. It’s a secret I’ve kept, much like that night we shared, just the two of us. I can’t get past how perfect it was. How perfect we were.

But we’ve had to live in the real world since. Her with that prick, and me fighting to survive on my assignment.

Now Crest is out of the picture. One less battle for me. I have no plans to give Shea-Lynne this divorce she wants, and I’m going to have a ball teasing her with my cock, to remind her how perfect we are together.

After one night of temptation when I break her, she’ll get a taste of what we had in Vegas. Then she’ll know what I’ve known all these years.

She belongs to me.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Shea

“Here’s to improving my golf game.” The retired police captain stands under a black and gold banner congratulating him for thirty years of service.

This retirement party took months of planning to get all the details right that his children wanted. I thought this would be an easy day, then Archer shows up with his gobshite news and then Trace appears. Now, I can’t stop shaking.

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