Page 92 of No Promises, No Lies

My eyes go wide and I keep them locked on Aidan’s. Slowly, ever so slowly, he slides me down onto him. I gasp when he pushes further still. He lets out a groan and I feel myself tighten. My breath catches as he stretches me. I shudder when he pushes even deeper.

“Fuck, baby,” he breathes. His mouth is against my neck—still for a moment while I adjust to him inside of me, filling every inch. Slowly he starts to move, in and out. Each time exploring deeper—pushing harder.

My nails dig into his back, pleasure growing as I chase a second orgasm. My hands find his hair, holding on for dear life as Aidan plows into me. Clinging to him. Letting him takewhatever he wants. He fucks me fast and hard and my eyes roll back when he shifts slightly, hitting just the right spot. He senses it and his hands tighten on my ass where he holds me against him. The way he’s making me feel is immaculate. I release little whimpers as I get close.

The hot water streams down over us and Aidan’s voice in my ear nearly does me in. Eliciting shivers through my body. “Come for me baby,” he kisses my neck. I can feel the tip of his tongue graze along my skin. “Come for me again.”

And then he bites down.

I’m done for.

Releasing a scream, I tighten around him, convulsing with the sensation shattering all my barriers, breathless as he fucks me ruthlessly through my second orgasm. Drawing it out until he comes alongside me, his breath ragged.

By the end, we’re both a panting mess against the shower wall. Water pouring down over us, streaming down my face.

Aidan reaches down, turning off the water with one hand, the other keeping me from collapsing. Opening the shower door, he retrieves a towel off the hook.

I’m exhausted, fully sated, and limp in his arms. All defenses obliterated. Aidan could do just about anything he wanted to me right now and—I’d probably let him. Especially if it felt anything like what we’d just done.

Aidan carries me to his bed, gently lowering me down and wrapping me in a soft towel.

He disappears again into the bathroom, emerging a half second later with his own towel wrapped around his bottom half.

Aidan’s body is truly a masterpiece. Every bit a professional athlete, his body a testament to years of training and pushing himself to the limit.

But it’s the tattoos that set off a fresh jolt of electricity through me. Covering nearly every inch of his upper body, darkink snakes across his skin. Intricate designs I want to trace with my fingers. They tell a story I don’t understand. The ink distracts me from the myriad of scars covering his skin, faded white lines and jagged marks which could have originated from either side of Aidan’s double life. My gaze falls to the green Breakers shamrock inked over his heart and the green roses along his neck.

He notices me staring and walks slowly toward the bed. I push myself up, but Aidan clicks his tongue, “Don’t even think about it.” Confused, I look up. He points at the pillow behind me. “Sleep.”

Seeing the uncertainty on my face, Aidan frowns. The mattress dips under his weight when he climbs into the bed. Joining me.

Next thing I know, there’s a hand wrapped around my middle, tugging me back down and holding me flush against Aidan’s hard chest. I’m stiff in his arms, anxious over what we did and how I’m supposed to act.

Again, I hear Aidan’s voice, a soft whisper against my ear, “Don’t overthink it, ice princess. Just sleep.” His arm tightens around me and I let myself sink further into him. The warmth radiating from him spreads into me. My body relaxes despite my mind still reeling. “Sleep, baby. Where it’s safe.”

I play the words over in my head.Safe? WithAidan? This should be the last place I should consider safe. Not long ago, he’d held me hostage in this very room. But yet... wrapped in the arms of one of the Bratva’s greatest enemies, I finally feel the elusive pull of sleep. My eyelids grow heavy, a feeling of calm settling over me.

Safe.

Aidan weaves his fingers through mine, drawing lazy circles along my palm. I have my answer moments later when sleep finally drags me under.

Safein the arms of the Irish Devil who stole me.

54

THE PROMISE

AIDAN

The slightest creak in my bedroom floorboards wakes me.

I’m up and out of my bed, gun in hand and pointed at… wide eyes. More gray than blue today. Full of guilt, and rimmed with fear. She’s halfway to the door, looking like someone caught stealing from the cookie jar.

“Rory,” I lower the gun the second I see who woke me, dropping it back into the side drawer beside the bed. “What are you doing?”

She follows the movement with her eyes. “I’m sorry, I thought it would be easier this way—wait, was that there the whole time?”

My smirk is answer enough and the corner of her mouth ticks up, if only slightly.

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