Page 81 of Vengeful Union

“Never. Never, honey."

I look at him for a moment. Part of me wonders if Gray is right. Part of me wonders if I can really trust Rory. But my heart says I can.

“Okay.” I take his hand, leading him back to our bedroom.

Rory doesn’t wait for me to climb onto the bed, grabbing me roughly and pushing me against the wall. He unzips the dress at the hip, letting it fall to the floor.

I step out of it with a giggle that turns into a gasp as he picks me up, pressing me up against the wall, pinning me with his body.

“God, you’re so beautiful, honey,” he murmurs against my neck before biting a mark there, making my eyes roll back into my head.

“You haven’t picked out your outfit,” I tease, and Rory grunts, spreading my thighs and wrapping my legs around his waist.

“What’s there to pick out? I’ll wear a tux.”

I giggle again, feeling lightheaded from his proximity, his mouth on my throat.

I’m not wearing panties, having foregone putting them back on, and Rory puts his hand between my legs, testing my wetness, brushing his thumb along my clit as I pant.

He keeps me pinned while he unbuttons his pants, freeing himself.

I reach down to wrap my fingers around him, guiding him inside me impatiently.

“Fuck.” He kisses me passionately.

His tongue glides against mine, and I moan into his mouth as he enters me.

I can already tell this is going to be quick by the way he pulses inside me, the desperate way he kisses me as he thrusts into me, moving my back up and down the wall, but I don’t care. I love every moment I get to spend with him inside me.

God, I’m in love with him.

I freeze when the words float through my brain, but Rory doesn’t seem to notice, his breath hot against my neck.

Pleasure rips through me as he hits a sweet spot, and as I start to orgasm, I stop thinking entirely.

Rory gasps as he spills inside me, kissing along the side of my face.

He slowly lowers me to the ground, and my legs shake. He smirks a little, and I roll my eyes, but I’m smiling.

“Don’t get a big head about it.”

“Too late.” He scoops me up, bridal style, and walks to the bed, lying me down on top of the covers.

I lie there for a moment, catching my breath, biting my lip and thinking.

Am I really in love with him?

God, I am. I am, and I have been for longer than I thought.

I trust him wholeheartedly, despite the fact that he has Murphy blood. I want him all the time, and he’s wormed his way into my heart so deeply that I don’t think I’ll ever get him out.

But when this is all over, when we take Niall down, we’ll separate. He’ll leave, go back to his life as an accountant, and I’ll be left heartbroken.

I can’t help but be devastated just thinking about it.

“Are you crying?” Rory frowns as he puts a hand on my thigh, sitting on the edge of the bed.

I wipe my eyes, sniffling.

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