Page 76 of King of the Cage

The ceremony had been a sham, of course, but it might actually be a legally binding one, considering that the damn O’Connor family was dedicated to making this real. I felt certain that that bizarre priest had made sure to dot all the i’s and cross all the t’s.

I scrubbed a hand over my face, my day-old makeup cakey and gross. Not to mention the other substances on my body from last night. Heat beat at my skin. Only a shower could fix me at this point. I turned on the old-fashioned taps, genuinely unsure if the ancient thing would come on.

Luckily, it roared to life. I stripped off and stepped into the enclosure, pulling the glass door shut behind me and surrendering to the hot water.

Fuck, it felt good. Steam rose thickly. I was pretty sure there was no fan in the dated bathroom. I enjoyed the way it clouded the glass and made everything white and new. I didn’t have to think about The Enclave, or what Elio would do with Bran once he found out. I just needed to get clean.

I bent down and reached for the soap. A gust of cold air hit me, and the glass door slid open. Whirling around, I clutched the shower gel like it was a weapon, blinking through the thick steam to see a huge, tattooed body step into the shower behind me. Bran was so damn big and burly, he took up all the space.

Before I could protest at the intrusion, he leaned over and rested his hands on the wall behind me, then dipped his head andkissed me. My mouth opened reflexively, and his tongue pressed inside, stroking across mine. His teeth feasted on my lower lip, his mouth sucking it in a way that curled my toes. He was a fucking great kisser. In fact, now that I’d had a chance to sample all his skills, I could confirm, the man was fucking great at everything. It would be a real waste when my brother took him out.

My nipples instantly pebbled and brushed against his hard, inked chest. The front door key swayed on his long chain, disappearing between us when he stepped forward and crushed me against the wall. He moved his skilled mouth along my jaw to my ear.

“What are you doing in here?” I squeaked, still recovering from the shock of him suddenly appearing in my space.

“You think I can’t unlock my own bathroom door from outside?”

Right. Of course he could. Which meant he’d indulged me last night by letting me lock myself in the bathroom and sleep in the tub.

“Sleep well, selkie?” he asked in a murmur, glancing over at the claw footed bathtub in the corner.

I stared down at his cock, long and hard and pointing straight up his stomach. “Better than you, I guess.”

“You’d guess right,” he growled and kissed me again.

My hands came up to his chest, but I didn’t have the strength to push him away. Honestly, I didn’t want to. My body had overruled my brain and was running the show. My brother was going to kill this man. I might as well make the most ofhis fantastic bedroom skills before he was in the ground.Che peccato.

Still kissing me, he took the bottle from me and spurted a long jet of shower gel into his palm.

“You trying to wash me off you, wife?” He tossed the bottle to the floor and leaned back, rubbing the gel in his huge palms to make a thick sudsy lather.

I leaned back against the cold tile, needing the sharp sensation of the coolness to keep my head clear. The steam rose all around us, and his body was impossible to look away from. A testament to pure, masculine strength. He was a man built to plunder and pillage, and I was the treasure he sought to claim.

He brought his soapy hands to my chest and circled my tits. They were still tender after last night. I gasped, back arching, as he strummed both my nipples with his slick fingers.

“I got you dirty… so I’ll be responsible for cleaning you,” he said with a smirk that made my heart beat way too fast.

One of his hands moved up my chest and circled my throat, holding me in place while he washed the soap off his other hand. I watched him meticulously wash his fingers, then place his hand flat on my lower belly and slide confidently downward.

“Let’s get you all clean.” His fingers hit my clit and then delved lower, tracing my entrance. “Hmmm, I don’t think this is going to be good enough.”

Before I could think, he kneeled, picked up my knee, and placed it on his shoulder.

“I think I need to clean you properly, so I can make you a mess again,” he murmured, then leaned in and fastened his mouth against my pussy.

His hot tongue circled my clit. I was still too sensitive from last night. I couldn’t take it. I yanked at his hair, and the tie that had been holding it back slipped out. Those long, glorious locks tumbled around his shoulders, instantly getting wet from the shower that still rained down on us. If he’d looked like a victorious warrior claiming his bounty before, it was nothing compared to the way he looked now.

His tongue hit the perfect rhythm, and my pussy flooded. Fuck it. I was going to come. There was no way to stop it. After a lifetime of lackluster sex, and the acceptance that mind-blowing sex was solely the creation of books and movies, here it was. The real deal. A man who knew exactly where and how to touch me. A veritable sex god.

I gave a strangled cry and came, bending over Bran, holding onto his shoulders to make it through the torrent of pleasure. He supported me as he stood and kissed me hard. My back met the wall again, and then, he lifted me like I was a feather. His monster hard-on poked at my entrance as soon as he settled me against his body, and my legs wrapped around his waist. I angled my upper back on the wall, and he slipped inside.

I couldn’t stop him, and I didn’t want to.

Holy fuck.My faith had been lacking ever since I was a kid, left alone in the world, but this man could make a believer out of me again.

Bran rested his forehead on mine, dipping his hips to withdraw and then push back in, slow and steady and driving me wild.

I gripped him tightly around his hips, my thighs flexing. He pressed into me and ground on me in circles, his cock hitting my clit and rubbing all the delicious places inside me.

---