Page 32 of The Marine

I work his cock over and over as I fight to not come in my panties.

“Suck me tighter,” Aidan tells me, running his hands through my long dark hair.

A few strokes later, he’s close and pulls out of my mouth. Then jerks off onto my tits. I climb to my feet, and he rubs the come into my skin, seeming to enjoy that in a carnal way.

Like he’s marking me.

“Lie down and spread your legs,” he says next and assists by lifting me by the hips and placing me on the bed.

Not going to lie, placing my hands on his biceps and feeling his strength give me flutters everywhere.

But then I hesitate, feeling vulnerable as he stares down at me, stroking his cock.

How is he hard again already?

“I won’t ask twice, Briar.”

“I...” I start, but I can’t open my legs.

This man once gazed upon me with love. Now I feel like a three-course meal. It’s...different. I want him to fuck me...but here in my bedroom, in my private space, and really looking at him...

He’s my Aidan.

The man who...

With one step, he reaches for my legs and spreads them apart. All thoughts vanish from my mind.

“God, you are beautiful.” He reaches and lifts me up the bed farther, lowering himself between my thighs. “I’m going to feast on your wet cunt, and you are going to lie there and scream out my name.”

Jesus.

His eyes meet mine as he licks a long length through my swollen and needy pussy.

“Then we will talk.”

Oh god.

At least I’ll enjoy this part.

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THREE ORGASMS. THAT’Show many I had before Aidan finally fucked me again.

I’m barely conscious as I lie with my head on his bicep, catching my breath.

He stares up at the ceiling and I can almost hear the cogs of his mind turning over.

I don’t even feel like I’m cheating on Kael. As far as I’m concerned, the marriage is over. I am only still married by law because pushing him to sign the papers could get me a broken arm, or worse.

I’m terrified of him at times.

So while I hate that technically, this is adultery, I can’t find much in me to feel guilty over.

What is rolling through my mind is my mother’s screams.

He killed him. That man of yours killed your father.

Aidan is responsible for my father’s death and while he was never charged, my mother was determined he was guilty and did everything to ensure he suffered.

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