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“Good girls don’t doubt their husbands' desire for them.”Spank.
“Good girls definitely don’t try to leave the room.”Spank.
“And they certainly don’t imply it’s a chore to worship them.”Spank.
After the third spank to her ass, I can’t help but drop back to my knees behind her. With a bite to each cheek, I pull her cheeks apart to expose her dripping desire. Peeling her underwear down so it’s just below her ass, acting as a shelf to present it to me, I hold her open and watch as she clenches on nothing, listening to her cries for more.
“You gonna be my good slut, huh, wife? Or do I need to fuck you into submission and leave you wanting more?” I growlbefore plunging two fingers into her, at the same time burying my tongue in her.
“Please, I’ll be such a good slut. I’ll do anything you want. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to doubt you. I don’t know what I was thinking.” Each of her moans act as fuel to the fire raging inside me. With a final bite to her ass, I rid her of her underwear and jeans, helping her kick off her heels before standing up and hoisting her up into my arms. Trapped between me and the wall, exactly where I want her.
“Anything I want? What I want is for you to believe me when I say you are perfect. Last night was perfect. And I had planned to take it easy on you today, however, you need to be shown who you belong to. I’d hold on if I were you,” I growl as I reach between us to free my arousal before slamming home with a groan.
She feels so good it should be illegal.
As she digs her nails into my neck, she whimpers, “More. Harder. I can take it, please.”
Her words snap what little control I had left, and with a snarl, I slam one hand into the wall above her head and use the other to support her as I drive myself home again and again at a speed that has her climaxing around me in seconds, and the tight clench of her desire has me spilling inside her with a shout.
Resting my forehead against hers as my racing heart slows down, I vow, “I’ll spend every day proving just how much I want you if that’s what it takes, Abigail.”
“If that’s meant to be a threat, I hate to break it to you but I don’t feel very threatened.” She laughs before pulling back to look at me, with a frown marring her pretty features as she asks, “I’ve been meaning to ask you, why do you call me that?”
“Your name?”
“Yeah, everyone else calls me Abbie.”
“That shit is too common for someone as special as you.” Watching as a blush takes over her features, I smirk before reluctantly withdrawing from her so I can set her on her feet again. With a kiss to her forehead, I use my shirt to wipe her clean before leading her upstairs and into my room. Like hell am I going to sleep without her by my side anymore.
Chapter 30
“What do you mean none of the traps were activated?” I ask Alex as he sits across from me in my office. This week has been one letdown after another, and I’m about ready to resort to torturing answers out of people. There has to be a reason it worked so well according to the history books.
“I mean exactly that. I informed each of them about gun shipments being sent from different locations, dates, and times. I set up dummy warehouses and nothing. Not a single cop in sight.” He sighs, rubbing a hand over his bald head, looking just as frustrated as I feel.
“Fuck. That puts us back at square one. Unless they’re just biding their time. In the meantime, are we any closer to finding a new way to ship the guns for the Daniels deal?” I ask, eager to get these guns moving.
“Yeah, I’m meeting with Smithy’s cousin next week to see where he stands. I’ll fill you in afterward and see if we can make it happen. Any updates on Freya or Helen?”
“Helen’s past is a mess of foraged papers. It’s looking like she was running from something and the chances of Montgomery being her real surname are slim to none, but we haven’t locked down the real one. And as for my Mum, no, the house in Belfast was a bust. Someone clearly beat us there. Rigamortis hadn’t set in. But we’ve no leads on who did the killing or if that man was even the buyer. The only real lead we have is the auction that’s due to take place next month. Word on the street is that it’s happening with or without the Clans backing.” The thought makes me sick to my stomach. I thought taking out Angus would stop this sick human trafficking ring, but all signs point to that not being the case.
“How the fuck are they pulling that off? I thought your dad was supplying them with the girls.” He frowns.
“You and me both. He was. Which raises the question of who's taking over.”
“Fucking hell, this shit is getting messier by the second. I need a drink,” he says before helping himself to some whiskey from the bar cart. I don’t blame him. I’ve been drinking since ten this morning with no intention of stopping anytime soon. This shit is too much to stomach sober.
“So, plot twist: what if Helen is Scottish?” Owen tosses out as soon as our FaceTime connects, and I nearly spit out the whiskey I’d just taken a sip of.
“What the fuck makes you think that?”
“We found her school records. At least the ones she used to get a job in Jonathan’s office,” Brennan answers before sharing his screen with us. And there, in black and white, is a copy ofHelen’s school records with her surname and address blacked out. But if they were able to verify this to hire her, there must be an inch of truth to it. Which changes everything.
“Shit. What are the chances she wasn’t tied up with the Clan in some way?” I ask, dreading how complicated things are about to get. If she was somehow tied up in the Clan, then that changes everything.
It gives Angus motive for attempting to kidnap her and kidnapping Cora.
It means the chances of her not knowing who Jonathan was are slim to none.
