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I nod.
“Me too. I wasn’t sure how you’d react to me asking you to help out with our operation.” He smiles. “I’m proud of you for coming to the realization on your own.” His praise scatters across my skin like warm sunbeams.
“I love you,mo chroí.”
He nods. “Someone has to.” He presses his lips to mine. “I love you,mo mhuirnín.” He only started telling me he loved me a few days ago. It took him a while to even accept that he was capable of love, then to understand that’s what he was feeling. Every time he says it, it’s like my body’s wrapped up in a warm hug.
Two dances with Patrick opens the floodgates, and before long, both his brothers and Cillian have guided me around the floor. My doting husband has done little to hide the fact he hates anyone else’s hands being on his wife.As soon as he reclaims me, he says, “I think it’s time we made our goodbyes so I can take you upstairs and remind you who you fucking belong to.”
Chapter 50
SORCHA
I thinkmy husband is going to explode.
It’s been an hour and a half since he mentioned kicking everyone out so he could rail me upstairs, but I politely declined his request.
Instead of taking it lying down, he took it as a personal fucking challenge and has spent the last ninety minutes whispering filthy things in my ear whenever I’m in earshot. Subtle touches, furtive glances, and an utterly dirty mouth.
My body’s on fire. My nipples are poking through my shirt, and I’m so fucking wet that both my underwear and my trousers are damp.
I wave goodbye to the last of our guests after an inordinate number of hugs and reassurances from both myself and Patrick that I’ll keep in touch with my old friends and see them again soon. I still can’t believe he tracked them down and brought them here, or that he’s letting me have them back in my life, but I’m not questioning it. I will take this gift horse and cradle it with both hands.
My husband has changed beyond all recognition from thedour and scary man I first met. And, having gotten to know his inner circle, I know he’s changed for me.
Right now, his hand is under my shirt and his thumb is tracing circles in the small of my back. It shouldn’t be an erogenous zone, or in any way a sexual touch, but try telling my body that. I press into him as I sweep the door to the house shut. Maeve shoos us upstairs, brushing off every offer from me to help her clean up the aftermath of the party.
When the bedroom door closes behind me, I already know I’m in trouble. I turn to look at Patrick. His chest is puffed out, shoulders squared, and he’s already unbuckling his belt. “Oh, Maeve, let me help you,” he mimics before discarding his belt to the side. “But Maeve, there’s such a mess, don’t you need more hands?”
He unzips his trousers and shucks them and his boxers to the floor. “I can’t possibly let you clear this up by yourself.” He steps out of the pool of fabric at his feet before stalking toward me like an animal hunting its prey.
I should run, and part of me wants to, but there isn’t much space. Besides, he has much longer legs than I do. Instead, I dart to the far side of the bed. He can’t get to me if there’s a massive bed between us, can he?
My heart races as he licks his lips, tugging his shirt over his head and discarding it like it’s nothing more than an irritation. “Didn’t think that all the way through, did you, Sorcha?” He flashes a wicked grin at me. “Cornered yourself.” He gestures to the wall to my left.
My face is hot, chest rising and falling with shallow breaths, and the thrum of fight-or-flight adrenaline has every nerve in my body zinging to life. I could go one of two ways: under the bed or over it.
I wait for him to make his move, and when he does, Ispring onto the mattress. I make it a few steps before I’m slammed face down onto the bed. “We’ll have to work on the chase,mo mhuirnín. That wasn’t satisfactory.”
He yanks down my trousers, taking my underwear with them, and presses my shoulders into the bed so my arse is presented to him. Dragging his cock through my wetness, he groans. He pulls my body upright like I’m a puppet, and he’s my puppet master, his hard dick digging into my arse cheeks. “So wet for me, wife, so needy.”
I want to tell him he’s wrong, to push back and say I don’t want or need him to get me off, but my body betrays me. I grind against his length while he takes my top off, pausing to cup my breasts and tease my nipples with his thumb and index fingers.
Fuck.
Pleasure pools in my stomach as he rolls my sensitive peaks until they’re painfully hard.
“You know how much I hate when other men touch you.” His hand curls around my throat, forcing my head to tip back against his shoulder. “And yet you danced with multiple men at your party.” He flexes his hand, drawing an inhuman noise from somewhere inside me. “Did you forget who you belong to,mo mhuirnín?”
I lick my lips. “Maybe? I mean, there were just so many peop—” My sentence finishes on a yelp as I’m tossed back onto my face. With one hand, he grips my hip, with the other, he lines himself up with my entrance and thrusts in so hard and fast I barely have time to breathe.
He pulls out until he’s barely grazing my pussy, then shunts inside me, stealing my breath from my lungs. “Who do you belong to,momhuirnín?”
I roll my lips, knowing that what I’m about to say will make him even more unhinged. “I forget.”
He grunts. A crack rings out in the air a split second before heat blooms in my butt cheek. “Who. Do. You. Belong. To?” He punctuates his sentences with thrusts of his cock. He’s balls deep with each piston of his hips, driving himself deeper and deeper inside me.
“Uhhh…” I don’t get to finish my sentence before another slap rings out from the other cheek. I push my hips back toward him, silently begging him to do it again.
