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“Motherfucker,” she hissed. She pushed me, giving her enough space between us to raise my own gun and aim it at my leg. “Don’t ever touch me without my permission again.”
She pulled the trigger with a smug expression on her face. The bullet tore through my thigh and I fell down to my knees with a string of curses on my lips as I stared in shock at what she had done.
This woman was a savage. Crazy. Fuck, I liked her even more.
She leaned over, kissed me on the cheek and left me with a smile on her face. She kept my favorite gun too.
I ignored the people and murmurs of shock. “I’m going to marry you, Margret Callahan,” I gritted after her. She flipped me a bird over her shoulder. “Someway, somehow,” I muttered to myself.
Cassio found me just as Margaret disappeared from view. I told him some bullshit story of my faulty gun going off on its own.
He didn’t buy it, but he let it go.
The woman was truly a savage. My true match. But what captured me even more was her sweetness after she gave into me. I always wondered how sweet she’d be after an orgasm. If only I knew how addictive she could be, maybe I’d have thought twice about it.
Okay, I was lying to myself. I wouldn’t have hesitated to take her.
She was mine. She had always been mine.
I let my mind wander back to that night in Las Vegas. I had been living off that small taste I had of her that night. One touch and all my one night rules went out the fucking window. I wanted a lifetime rule with her.
God, that night with her was the best night of my life. The way she watched me, consuming me without even trying.
Her eyes shimmered even behind the mask. Those deep ocean blues pulling me in. It was a mermaid calling to a lonely sailor. Except, I knew only her voice and only her lips would work on me.
I claimed her mouth as her pussy clenched around my cock and her sweet ‘mmm’ noises were enough to get me hard again. My tongue slipped inside, claiming her hard and fast, like my cock did her tight pussy.
There was something basic, fundamentally animalistic about knowing I was her first. I decided right then as I spilled inside her with a violent shudder and staring into her eyes that I’d be her last.
I was obsessed before I fucked her. Now I was downright whipped as her lips curved into a soft, dazzling smile and she smoothed her hands up and down my back.
“You should have told me you were a virgin,” I scolded her softly. “I’d have gone easier.”
Her fingernails ran into the hair at my nape and it sent a chill down my spine.
“That was perfect,” she murmured softly as she trailed a finger down my neck. “Youwere perfect.”
I’d make this girl want me, need me, crave me.
If it was the last thing I did.
Until that night, I had never seen the soft side of Margaret Callahan. Even as my father choked her, she fought like a wildcat. Fuck, just the memory of that day sent sheer terror to the marrow of my bones.
The beating Father gave me for stabbing him in order to protect her was so fucking worth it, because she was here. Alive.
I leaned over her sleeping form and skimmed a thumb across her soft cheeks. Whenever she was near, it was easier to breathe. She made me feel alive for the first time in years.
Fuck, Iwaswhipped with the mother of my child.
ChapterTen
MARGARET
Afamily dinner with Uncle Jack.
The last thing I wanted was to participate in this shitshow. I wasn’t in the mood to visit my uncle, or see my cousin and her new husband. Not because I didn’t love them. But because I didn’t want to face their judgment. Áine’s mother looked down on me, like I was some kind of slut.
There was no sense in correcting her. I’d always been reckless. Everyone had always mistaken that for an easy skirt.
