Page 12 of Dangerous

Seven

Blaine

Ow.Fucking hell, ow!

I groaned in protest of the sharp pain piercing my skull from the inside the moment I crackedked open my eyes.

Even the faint light that filtered in through the curtains was too bright, and I quickly shut them again. Judging by the taste in my mouth, I’d overdone it on the whiskey. By a lot.

A jumbled mess of images stumbled through my brain, as if to helpfully remind me of every single glass I’d downed. I frowned when a fuzzy memory of Liam attempting to stop me from ordering another glass at the bar surfaced. How very uncharacteristic.

He’d said something about… my wife needing me.

The shock of realization when the rest of yesterday’s horrors came crashing back to my recollection made me open my eyes wide—a move I instantly regretted.

“Fuck.” I hurriedly squeezed them shut once more, but only after the light of day had penetrated into what felt like the stem of my suffering brain.

I had awife.

Slowly, I became aware of the heavy press of a warm body against mine.

Oh. Right. We fucked, didn’t we?

Despite my pain, I couldn’t hold back a lazy smile over that particular part of last night’s events. Turned out the little prude was quite the wildcat after all. If memory served, I was pretty sure I’d be sporting some scratches today.

Carefully I cracked my eyelids again, bracing for the pain this time. It took a while, but once my eyes had adjusted, I could see without wanting to dig out my own brain with a spoon.

She was laying halfway on my shoulder, with one leg and an arm thrown across my body and her chestnut hair spread around her head like a sheet of darkened blood. She was also drooling.

Mira. Or Aignéis, or whatever the fuck she was called.

I hadn’t noticed an Irish accent on her when I’d seen her the first time, nor last night, even though it was thick in both her father and two brothers. I hadn’t heard her mother speak, but assumed it was the same. The Clerys were Irish through and through—yet apart from the pale skin and auburn hair, my new wife showed no sign of her heritage.

Wife.Fuck.

I’d planned to pretty much ignore the girl unlucky enough to be chosen for my bride, but seeingherstanding there in that damned church floored me.

If I’d known there was even the smallest chance I’d ever run into her again, I would never in a million years have gone to a psychologist—no matter how desperate I was. And I’d been pretty fucking desperate.

I sighed, making Mira’s long hair move and tickle against my arm on the blow out. If anyone ever knew I’d been so weak I’d sought out help from a bloody shrink, I was done for. There was no room for weakness in this world, nor anyone who couldn’t cope with the dark parts of the job. And yet I’d cracked. I’d given in to the demons in my head and showed my soft underbelly—showed it toher.

Which made her more dangerous than any of my family’s multitude of enemies.

I stared down at her face. She looked innocent in her sleep. Vulnerable, even. Completely at odds with the copious amounts of attitude I’d seen from her so far.

Shehatedme, probably even more so than I hated her part in this arrangement, but as she lay by my side, it was hard to remember that she was a threat.

I probably shouldn’t have shagged her, but I’d wanted to from the first time I laid eyes on her round arse when I first walked into her office. Still did, if my stiff cock was to be believed. Which it was.

I reached over and let my hand slide down her shoulder to her soft chemise. It was a flattering violet color, but I was more interested in the way it hugged her ample cleavage when she lay on her side. I traced a thumb across one breast and smirked when her nipple perked under my caress. Seemed her body was as fond of me as mine was of her.

She didn’t look like the usual type of girl I fucked. I tended to gravitate toward tall, slender model types, mainly because they were the ones who hung around the clubs I went to.

Mira was short and deliciously full-figured, and my cock had ached to be buried between her generous thighs from first sight. All the sex I’d had before seemed so plain and dull in comparison, like rice crackers next to a feast of abundance. And once I was finally inside of her…

My cock throbbed eagerly at the memory. Who knew a rough hate-fuck would end up the best sex of my damned life?

I drew a teasing circle around her tight nipple and saw the small bud harden into a full peak.

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