Page 51 of Vengeful Union

Rory draws in a sharp breath as my hands move to his waistband.

He grabs my wrists, looking into my eyes.

“You have to be sure that you want this, Lara,” he growls.

I wiggle out of his grasp and grope him through his tuxedo slacks.

Rory lets out a long groan, swaying toward me, and I smile.

“I want this.”

“Thank God,” he mumbles, and then kisses me, hard and rough and hungry.

He pushes me down on the bed, shedding his shirt and fumbling with the buttons of his slacks.

His hands run up my thighs and then my hips, fingers slipping under the sides of my thong and pulling it down and off.

“So fucking beautiful.”

I arch my back, and his hands go to my small breasts, cupping them, tracing his thumbs across my nipples until I’m gasping.

One of his hands moves between my legs, drawing his fingers through my lower lips as if to test my wetness.

I’m already slick, but as he begins to swipe his thumb across my clit, I find myself shivering, my orgasm building in the bottom of my stomach.

“Rory, please…”

He grins, freeing his erection from his slacks.

My eyes widen at the size of him.

It’s not like I’m a blushing virgin, but I don’t think I’ve ever been with anyonethatbig.

I lick my lips. I’m not a quitter.

I spread my thighs further, rocking my hips against his hand, and he moans low in his chest and presses two fingers inside of me.

I let out a shaky breath but before I can reach my peak, he removes his fingers and guides his cock inside me.

The stretch feels unbelievable, and I cry out when he starts to move inside me.

God, he’s good. The way he moves his hips has me shuddering all over when I come almost suddenly, clenching around him.

Rory doesn’t slow down, just cursing and moving his hips faster, his rhythm stuttering just slightly.

“Fuck, fuck…” I come again, and Rory growls against my neck, biting down on the juncture of my neck and shoulder when he spills inside me.

It was quick and rough and not exactly wedding night “making love,” but I feel happy, smiling as he collapses on top of me.

It feels good to have someone want me, to be in someone’s arms.

So what if it’s Rory Murphy? Doesn’t mean I’m in love with him.

Even hours later, when I curl up against him, being the little spoon as he puts his arm across my waist, even when I feel warm and safe and happy for the first time in a long time, I know it isn’t love.

It can’t be.

Chapter Sixteen

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