Page 56 of Cowboy Bull's Promise

“Mine,” I growl.

I rear up, kneeling between her thighs, and I lift her hips.

Then I fuck her like I was made for it.

Like she’s the only woman I’ve ever touched.

Because after this she will be.

“Mo Chroí,” I groan, my palm pressed to her chest as I slide deeper inside her tight heat. “You ruin me.”

I hold her gaze, making sure she is with me every step of the way.

Arliss cries my name, and I feel it. I feel her coming hard around me.

“Fuucckk,” I growl because this right here—the feel of her tight, pulsing, trembling all around me—pulls my orgasm from deep inside my balls.

I empty myself into her with a roar, bucking into her like the beast that I am. I cage her in, pressing my mouth to her neck, and lost in the moment, I bite with blunt teeth hard enough to leave a scar.

Arliss yelps, but then her cunt pulses, squeezing me as she succumbs to another, stronger orgasm.

And I follow her right over the edge.

Completely lost in her, in us.

And afterward, I hold her like I never want to let go.

Because I don’t.

I will not.

“You’re mine, Mo Chroí. Forever mine.”

And it’s a promise I will never break.

Chapter Eleven-Arliss

I knew the second I laid eyes on Kian O’Malley that he wasn’t like other men.

There was just something about him.

Too magnetic.

Too intense.

Too everything.

The kind of man you stare at from across a room and immediately decide nope. He’s not for me. And I had every intention of keeping it that way.

He’s too good looking. Too confident.

Built like he was carved from stone and chaos, with that permanent five o’clock shadow and those sharp eyes that seem to see way too much.

He’s not in my league.

Hell, he’s not even on the same planet as me.

And yet, somehow, I’m here.

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