Page 19 of Lucky Shot

I don’t know what has overcome me, I shouldn’t be encouraging him. I should be trying to figure out who the‘hoodie guy’is, and how much danger I’m in. I should also be looking for a new job, because when I tell Lorna I’m not doing the calendar shoot, or the live video, she’s going to boot me out ofBehind the Lens.

User: Strokemyshillelagh

I love that you’re my dirty girl. You want to know what I would do to you, a mhuirnín? I would start at those sweet, plump lips, and kiss you hard, biting on your lip and sucking it into my mouth, then I would slip my tongue inside of your tasty mouth and feast on you, taking your very breath away. My hands would trail a path down your face, slowly learning every inch and groove, as I take note of all the things that make you feel good, and moan. I would allow my fingers to caress that elegant neck of yours, wrapping them around it and just applying the smallest hint of pressure. Just enough so that you realize who you belong to. My hands would continue down their path, stroking your smooth porcelain skin, and my mouth would follow, tracing every single one of those freckles with my tongue. When I’ve reached your perfect breasts, I would use my fingers to pull on your sexy little nipples, twisting them between them until you cry out in pleasure, and all the while, my mouth would be marking your sweet flesh. Marking you as mine, so the next time you looked in the mirror, you would see my signature painted on your skin. When I’ve reached that perfect pussy, I would slip my fingers slowly inside of you, stretching your tight hole, and making you ride them hard and fast, like you do your toys. Right before you cum, I would make you stop, drop to your knees, force my thick, hard cock between those pretty lips, and thrust inside the warm heaven of your mouth, until I hit the back of your throat, and make you choke on my cock like the good girl you are. All the while, my fingers would be threaded in your hair, controlling your motion, and making sure you take all of me. How does that sound, beautiful?

I’m panting, my flesh overheating from his dirty words, and I’ve slipped my fingers inside of my panties, and am running them feverishly across my hard bundle of nerves. I’m so close to cumming, with the hedonistic dirty picture he painted with his words, that I don’t even attempt to stop myself. I thrust two fingers inside of my tight hole, and ride the wave of ecstasy crescendoing over me. A scream escapes me, filling my small apartment as I wheeze out of breath, my body tensing and my skin pricking, and exploding in a blinding blast of energy that has my eyes rolling backward, as I slump against my couch with all the overwhelming sensations. Oh my God, that was intense and glorious.

User: Strokemyshillelagh

Have I lost you, beautiful?

Fuck, fuck, fuck.If he can just do that to me through a screen, what can he do to me in person? Before I can stop myself, I take another huge gulp of alcohol, wipe my sticky fingers on my discarded shirt, and start typing.

User: Ladypoison

I’m still here, and you just made me cum.

I should be horrified that I’m admitting that, but instead, my skin hums with my recent orgasm, and my core is still feeling little aftershocks, as I strip out of my soaked panties. I’m feeling the buzz of all the whiskey, my inhibitions disappearing, kind of like my morals, and I’m utterly satisfied and at peace. This is exactly what I needed after such a shitty day, week, month, and even fucking year. He’s exactly what I need, my shadowed Irish man that wants to play with me.

User: Strokemyshillelagh

That’s my good girl. I wish I could have been there with you. I would have made you go again and again. Please reconsider allowing me to be part of that video with you. I promise you won’t regret it, and I will make you feel so good, álainn. I could wear a mask if you want, and blindfold you. I will make all your naughty dreams come true.

I don’t know if it’s the endorphins running through my system, if I’m more inebriated than I believe, or, better yet, if it’s all the rollercoaster of emotions and fear that has me wrapped up tightly. I just want to experience more of what I just did. To feel close to someone, to feel anything at all except loneliness, and a desperation to connect on a deeper level.

User: Ladypoison

Okay, but you might have to dress up as a sexy leprechaun, it’s a St. Patrick’s Day theme. The mask and blindfold intrigue me. I like that you’re kinky and naughty, Irish. I look forward to seeing if you can deliver on your words. I have big hopes you make me cum harder than I just made myself. Got to go, but I’ll be in touch with a date and location. Xoxo

I shut my laptop and lean back against my couch, completely spent, and with a naughty, satisfied grin on my face. Fuck, I may have just found my pot of gold at the end of the rainbow after all. Now I just have to make sure‘hoodie guy’doesn’t attack this one too. Something tells me that Irish can handle himself though.

Chapter twenty-two

Phoebe

“Tell me that you will always belong to me, a stór. Tell me that your heart beats for me, like mine does for you,” Aiden demands, as his fingers circle my throat and apply pressure, forcing my breath to halt. The intensity in his eyes is both as frightening as it is alluring. Everything about him screams dominance and power right now, and I have never witnessed him like this, in all the years I have known him. His other hand goes to the front of my flimsy silk camisole, and with one vicious yank, the spaghetti straps tear, and the front of the shirt drapes down, revealing my pebbled, hard nipples behind my strapless, nude-colored sheer bra. “Jesus, you’re fucking gorgeous. There isn’t a single inch of you that doesn’t make my mouth water, Phebes.” His sultry words, and the hoarse tone of his voice, cause goosebumps to erupt all over my exposed flesh. I should stop this. I should be pulling back, and not putting our friendship and my brother’s wrath at risk, and yet the words never leave my lips, and my body refuses to obey my mind’s orders.

I have been in love with this manfor most of my life, and for all those years that I’ve spent pining and dreaming of him, not once did I ever truly believe that we would end up here, and that he felt anything besides friendship and camaraderie for me. Alone in my family’s pool house, the curtains drawn tightly, and the door locked, so we can shut out the miserable world around us. He followed me in here, after I came back from watching my future husband, Nicolo, fuck my cousin over a desk, like a deviant asshole. How’s that for a slap in the face the night before your wedding?

Asshole, how could he hurt me like that? How could he crush me, not only by his actions, but by doing that with her?

The overwhelming feelings of disappointment, rejection, self-pity, self-loathing, and rage are still sailing through my veins. A part of me wants to go rushing to my brother, and tell him what I saw, how Nicolo has made a fool of me and disrespected our family, but I know it won’t lead him to call off this wedding. No, that would be too easy. Tadhg will most likely ask for more tribute to be paid, to soothe his hurt feelings rather than mine. No, my brother would insist the wedding go forward, even if I was at death’s door. He’d just slap some lipstick on me and call it what it is; a sacrificial offering. He’s a power-hungry bastard, and apparently, I don’t mean that much to him after all. My dear brother, the head of our clan, has forgotten our ways. Once upon a time, women and men were equal, and a Celtic woman could not be married without her consent. God, how I wish we were back in those times.

I’m pulled out of my raging thoughts, as Aiden pinches my nipple over the fabric. “Come back to me, Phebes, and let me remind you that you are mianach.” He lowers his head toward my face, and allows the whiskers from his five o’clock shadow to rub against my skin, the prickly sensation causing a shiver to race through my limbs. His lips suck on the skin of my jaw before his sharp teeth nip at me, and a moan leaves my lips, as he releases my throat and slides his fingers into the hair at my nape, gripping it tightly and forcing my neck to arch for him, and allow him unrestricted access. Jesus, his mouth feels so good sliding down my neck as he licks, sucks, and bites my flesh. Any thoughts of stopping him fly away, as his other hand yanks down the front of my bra, releasing my heaving breasts, as he cradles one into the palm of his large, rough hand. The calluses on his skin rub roughly against my sensitive nipple, and I feel like my eyes are about to cross with how amazing it feels. My legs shake, as I’m forced to stand before him, as his mouth continues its exploration of my skin, sliding across my clavicle, his teeth biting down until a whimper sounds in the air. I can feel the skin giving way under his brutality, and wetness coating my flesh. He releases my breast and pushes his finger into the painful bite, drawing a symbol on my skin that I can’t see, his grip on my hair forcing me to continue to stare into his deep hazel eyes, all the stunning colors swirling as his pupils dilate, and his breathing becomes labored. “This knot creates a bond between us that no one can break, Phoebe, not man nor God, not family or foe. It is a promise, from my soul to yours, that you will always belong to me, and I will always belong to you.”

His hand leaves my chest, he rips his belt from his pants, and for a moment, I’m confused and fearful he might strike me, based on the ferocious expression on his face as I tremble before him. I force my eyes away from his as he lifts the long leather strip, and instead of whacking me with it, he releases his grip on my hair, and intertwines our fingers tightly. He wraps the belt securely around both our joined hands, and I’m pretty sure my heart ceases to beat in my chest, as I realize what he’s doing. “This is my promise to you, a chéadsearc, you and I will be bound in this lifetime, and all the ones to follow. You are my bean chéile, you have always been mine, and I refuse to allow your brother to part us, or even the devil for that matter. I will slaughter anyone who tries. My heart has onlyever beaten for you. This is my handfasting promise, Phoebe Murphy, from this moment on, you are my wife, the other part of my heart, and intertwined into my very soul. I will not live without you, and I will not allow you to live without me.”

Tears slide down my face at his tender and fierce words. How can he say these things to me, knowing what fate I am supposed to meet? How can he promise me forever, when tomorrow I will be forced to walk down the aisle to another man, and become his property? I pull on our joined hands, attempting to release myself. My heart is shattering piece by piece at my feet, as he declares the love I have waited years to hear, except we both know it is too late now. “I love you, Phoebe, please don’t turn from me.” The anguish in his voice is almost too much for me to bear. I am hurting him just as much as he’s hurting me. This miserable situation will destroy both of us in the end. “How... can you do... do this now, Aiden? I... I’ve waited years... to hear you declare your... love. You waited ’til the night before my wedding... to someone else, to tell me your feelings?” Anger at the unfairness of it all rises within me, like hot lava waiting to escape a volcano, and it scorches my insides. I try to release his grip, but his fingers hold tight to mine. No, I can’t listen to this. He’s too late, he waited too long, and now everything is a mess between us.

“I... I was always waiting for... the right moment. I knew that I was never worthy of you, despite doing my best to protect, and work for, this family. I thought I had more time to prove myself to your father, and then he fucking died. I truly believed Tadhg would never force you to go through with this, but I was so wrong, Phoebe, so horribly fucking wrong.” He pulls me forward by our joined hands, until my body crushes against his, and his lips meet my forehead in a tender kiss. “I don’t know what I’m doing here, Phebes. I just know I can’t let you go. I would rather rip my own heart out of my chest and stomp on it. The pain would be less.”

I pull back once again, trying to put space betweenour bodies, so I can meet his gaze. “What about Nicolo, Aiden? Are you ready to turn your back on him? To destroy all of your years of friendship, and the alliance between our families?” He stares down at me, and at first, I think he’s going to come to his senses, and realize that we can’t do this, that we can never truly be together. It would cause a war between the Amatos and the Murphys, one where so many innocents would die. My heart feels heavy, knowing that I have lost him, and it’s hopeless. More tears slide from the corners of my eyes and trail down my face, a mixture of my acceptance of my wretched destiny, and the loss of our unrequited love. “Is tusa mo theaghlach, Phebes. Yours is the only alliance I care about.” His mouth slides down on mine with hunger, our teeth smack together as my lips immediately open for him, and his tongue plunges inside to twine with mine. The belt slips off our hands and clatters to the floor in the same instance. I rise on my toes, wrap my arms around his neck, and he grips my ass, forcing me to jump and wrap my legs around his slender waist.

I can feel his thick erection through his rough jeans, pressed tightly against my clenching core. My wetness is leaking out of me, and rapidly dampening my panties, as I rub myself like a cat against him. His fingers slide under my full, pleated skirt, and he meets the hot flesh of my upper thighs just below my asscheeks. I’ve never been so happy that I wore sexy underwear and a skirt in my life. One of his fingers trails down the skimpy lace fabric of my thong, separating my asscheeks, he pulls on it harshly, and I feel the material tear. “I know that we should wait until I can properly marry you, Phebes, but I just can’t. I need you, need to claim you as mine,” Aiden gasps, as he pulls back from our kiss, and leaves me stunned.

He wants to marry me, is he serious? I don’t know what to make of all of this. We have been dancing around our feelings for years, playing coy, it seems. It’s not like I never noticed the heated looks he would give me, or how protectivehe was of me. I just was never sure if he truly wanted me. I’ve spent most of my teenage years and early twenties dateless, thanks to Aiden and Nicolo scaring off any potential suitors. My brother, Tadhg, even made constant fun of them, especially Aiden, but never even in my most sinful fantasy, in the dark of night, when I touched myself, did I think this would ever happen.

He takes a few steps toward the large brown leather sectional in the room and sits down, splaying his legs wide as I straddle him, my legs still firmly wrapped around his waist. His mouth fuses once again with mine, drinking down moans and sighs. My body is overflowing with heat, every nerve ending on fire, as I grind over and over on his thick cock. It’s glorious, but it’s not enough. I feel so empty. I need him the way I do air, the way my heart requires blood to keep beating. I break our kiss and stare into his eyes, knowing I need him to make me his, in every sense of the word. “Please. Please make me yours. I need you to be my first, my only. I belong to you.” I should be ashamed of how needy and desperate I sound, but I can’t think past all of the longing coursing through me.

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