Page 23 of Twisted Contract

“You’re never going to fucking sign a contract like that again.” Her eyes brighten, and her pussy walls tighten around my cock that’s still deep in her cunt. “Do you understand me?”

“Yes. I don’t plan to have anyone killed, anyway.” She rolls her eyes, and I slam my dick into her, annoyed by her intentional misinterpretation.

I squeeze my hand tighter around her slender neck and stare into her needy gaze. “God, you’re trouble.”

“Fuck, you’re so big,” she pants, hands gripping the edge of the desk for purchase.

“That’s right, but you’ll get used to me.” By the time she does, she’ll be so damn addicted to my cock, I’ll have a hard time pulling her off my dick.

“We don’t need to have sex,” she insists, living in a foolish state of denial.

“We do, because you’ll be my wife, and as long as you’re my wife, I’m not going to be fucking anyone else. I sure as fuck expect your loyalty as well.” I rock my hips, driving into her again. I know I’m being dangerous because her little pussy isn’t protected from my swimmers.

I want to be inside her all damn day, but she is probably sore and we have a quick wedding to plan before the governor pulls some bullshit, like saying I kidnapped his daughter or some shit like that.

I have to call my brothers and get them down here for a ceremony, and hell, I even need that asshole father of mine here for the show. I’m sure that will get Saunders’s goat to have my father at the wedding.

“Trouble, this wedding is going to be a quick one. I’ll get you a pretty dress, but we’re marrying with no damn fanfare.” She nods. “You can jump in the shower, and Nora’s going to bring something over in the next twenty minutes. Then, you girls can talk about a nice dinner or some shit for the wedding.”

“Totally get it. We both know this isn’t real, Connor.”

I’m not sure why I’m so damn offended by the way she dismisses the validity of the marriage, but I am. “Yeah. Well, then, we better be careful because that nut I left in you was pretty real.”

“I’m on the shot.” She winks at me.

“Sweetheart, being shot and being on the shot are two different things.”

“I got on birth control months ago.” I have questions, but she just strolls out of my office without answering the why. I bet it was for that bastard. She has plans not to get pregnant any time soon. After losing my mother to childbirth, I’m not sure I want kids either. It’s an irrational idea because my mother was older and shouldn’t have been having a baby at her age. Hell, I didn’t even know she could get pregnant at fifty, but I guess for some women, it’s possible.

“That’s good to know,” I mutter, letting her go upstairs.

I’m about to walk into my office when I see my housekeeper appear. “Mr. MacNamara, you have a guest in your home?” Her attempts to keep the horrified look off her face fail miserably. I bet she’s shocked. Not once have I ever brought a woman home.

“Claudia is not just a guest. She’s my fiancée.” As expected, her mouth falls open. However, she quickly corrects herself which is good because an ounce of disrespect will not be tolerated.

“You’re getting married, sir?”

“Yes. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to take Cain out for a walk.”

“Does your fiancée need anything, sir?” she questioned. That’s a good start.

“Please prepare her a meal. I’m sure she must be hungry.”

“Of course.” She nods as she always does for me and I know that things will work out.

I walk away and call my brother in the process. “When are you getting here? I need this wedding to take place now.” Suddenly, I’m getting anxious. Is this what they call cold-feet? Or maybe it’s the opposite? I’m more afraid of the wedding not happening.

“We’re all getting ready. Even our piece-of-shit father is coming,” he grumbles. Yes, a necessary addition to stick it to Claudia’s father.

The doorbell rings five minutes later, and it’s Nora with two big bags. “Where is the bride?”

“She’s in our bedroom.”

“Good.” She grins from ear to ear. “You’re not allowed to see her until the wedding. Help me get some things out of the back.” We go to the SUV, and she has it loaded with a suitcase.

“You’re not trying to sneak her out of here, are you?”

“No, we have some wedding prep to do. Besides, I want her to have some choice. You gave us no damn time, Connor. This is a girl’s wedding.”

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