Page 92 of Sinner's Fury

He didn’t hesitate and immediately shoved himself deep inside me.

“FURY!” I screamed when he firmly grabbed my hips, yanking me back toward him as he rammed into me again.

Pressing down on the middle of my back, he gave me no choice but to bend to his will. The sound of his grunts and moans filled the small space, and his thrusts grew more desperate.

Needing more, my hand found its way to my clit. Pinching hard, I screamed out my own orgasm. His thrusts picked up at a feverish pace, then his grip tightened painfully, and he roared out in an explosive display, his cock pulsing in tune with the streams of cum he released deep into my womb.

Gasping for air, I couldn’t move. His cock easily slid from my dripping pussy, and then Christian did the one thing I never thought he’d do, he slapped my ass hard.

Gasping, I whipped my head over my shoulder to look at him when he questioned, “Tell me you didn’t like that, and I’ll know you’re fucking lying.”

I slowly shook my head.

“That’s what I thought.” He smirked, zipping up his pants before he walked over to me and redressed me himself. When I was fully clothed again, he leaned over and hit the red emergency button, starting the elevator again.

Turning back to me, he lightly kissed my lips and said, “No more secrets, and I love you too, Charlotte.”

The door opened and Christian didn’t waste time grabbing my hand, dragging me from the elevator, heading straight for his penthouse. Unlocking the door, he threw the door open, grabbed me around my waist and hauled me against him, kissing me hard when we both heard someone say, “You have company.”

Releasing me, we turned to find Braesal O’Malley sitting in the living room.

What the hell was he doing here?

“Jesus fuck,” Christian groaned, shaking his head. “What the fuck is it with you fucking Irish?”

“Sorry to interrupt, but this can’t wait.”

Sighing, Christian released me and slammed the door.

Looking at me, he said, “Baby, why don’t you go wait for me in the bedroom?”

“She stays.”

Yeah, I thought he would say that.

Stepping closer to Christian, I reached for his hand and clasped it tightly. Snarling, Christian looked over at the Irish Mob boss and seethed, “You don’t ever get to tell me or her what to do, asshole, and before I forget, tell that fucking thug Tyran, if he ever shoots at me again, he better make damn sure he hits his fucking mark.”

“That’s why I’m here; oh, and to welcome you to my family.”

“Already have enough family.”

Braesal sighed, getting to his feet. “I understand.”

“Do you?” Christian challenged. “Because Tyran thinks I’m after his spot in your family. Fucker was pretty damn adamant about it. Even fucking threatened me and mine.”

“I give you my word that Tyran will no longer be a threat to you and yours. Like I said, I only wanted to get to know my cousin and to let you know that should you ever have need, the family will come.”

Refusing to reply, Christian stepped aside as Braesal walked toward us.

When he stopped before me, I prepared myself for anything.

Yet, what he said next caught me off guard. “I’ve recently learned that my own family is full of secrets as well, Christian. Don’t let your anger stop you from getting to know the other side of your family.”

“What do you mean?”

Braesal looked down at me and smiled before looking back at Christian. “Ask your beautiful wife. It’s nice to see you again, Charlotte. I am truly sorry about your friends. I will find Tyran and make him pay. If there is anything else you have need of, please let me know.”

“Thank you,” I whispered as Braesal O’Malley walked out of the penthouse, leaving me alone with a furious Christian.

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