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"This is why I married you," he murmured through his assault on the back of my throat. "This is why you are my wife."

I couldn’t respond or ask questions. My brain couldn't function properly as he took me faster and faster. My head bobbed up and down on his cock as he fisted my hair and helped my mouth suck him fully.

Shlop. Shlop.

The sounds of my spit sliding on his shaft was so loud it was such a turn-on, making the carnal desire ignite deeper inside of me.

"I knew you’d be able to keep up with me, Muse. I knew you’d be able to pleasure me in ways that no one has ever dared."

He pulsed inside my wet mouth, and I knew he was close. There was an irony here with the fact that my lips had tasted his cock twice, but his had never dared to touch me. His groans grew louder as he got closer to his orgasm. His hand pushed me to work faster. We were both delirious with need.

"Beautiful," he murmured. I opened my eyes wide and looked up at him towering over me. His eyes rolled back, and his face tilted toward the ceiling as he was literally falling apart in my mouth.

God, I loved watching him unfurl, knowing I was the only one able to do this for him. I reveled in the fact that it was me who he lost all control over. It was me who somehow folded all of his grand plans. It was me he bowed down to.

My tongue flicked his head, and with one more thrust, he exploded into my mouth. A warmth caressed the back of my throat as I closed my eyes, swallowing his seed down.

Yes, sir. He was mine, and I knew it, but I wasn’t willing to give him that satisfaction yet.

After he was empty and satiated, I pushed up from the floor, wiping the juices off my mouth.

"Got it out of your system?" I said coyly, and walked to the side of the room, grabbed my discarded clothes from yesterday, and slipped them on.

As I peeked over my shoulder, I saw a look on Walsh’s face I’d never seen before—fear. His eyes were wide and unblinking, his mouth slightly open as if he had just witnessed something unimaginable. His usually composed features were twisted in shock, as if a single, terrifying thought had struck him with incredible disbelief.

"Not even close, Muse," he whispered so low that if it wasn't eerily quiet in this cabin, I wouldn’t have heard it. "We are going to Dansport."

I decided I would not argue with him. I’d find a way to get in his car and come back up here once he was finished with this kidnapping charade of his.

"Fine," I huffed.

"Good." He zipped up his jeans. "A little cock in your mouth and suddenly you’ve become so submissive? I’ll have to remember that for next time." I threw my towel in his direction.

He laughed. A true laugh, something I wanted to hear every single day. It felt like walking through a valley of flowers in the springtime or on the days when the sun melted into your skin.

A little part of my heart melted.

Chapter Seventeen

The trees grew thinner in density, and the lights of the impending city loomed in the distance. We had made it down the mountain, back in Dansport. It was almost evening, and because it was close to the winter holidays, the extra lights from all the decorations made everything look a little more magical from this point of view.

"Do you always drive this obnoxious vehicle?" My hands drifted over the black leather interior of the blacked-out Lamborghini. His hand was properly on the clutch as he downshifted to a stop.

"Always, Madison." I rolled my eyes because it truly was ostentatious.

"Where’s my car?" I asked. "Wait, where is the rest of my stuff?"

"It’s at the house already. We are working on getting your car down here, but in the meantime, you can borrow any of mine with a driver."

Of course, he has multiple.

We pulled into a small drive where he quickly typed in a code for the black metal gates to open. He was so quick I didn’t have the chance to memorize it.

"So the plan is for me to live here in secrecy?" I asked. For the most part on our drive down, we didn’t say much, but I asked him what he expected my role to be. I knew it sounded stupid, but in all the Mafia movies I’d watched growing up, likeThe Godfather, the wives were always hanging out and helping their men. I didn’t want him to think that would be me.

His hands ran through his hair, and as the gate opened, he drove forward. "No. I-I don't know. Fuck."

This was a new side of him. I’d never heard him fumble over his words before. He was always so knowing, but he was breaking in front of me.

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