Page 66 of Stolen Rival
I chuckle. “Few do,mo mhuirnín.”
“You like that, don’t you? Keeping people on their toes?”
“Yes. It goes with the territory. In my line of work, it’s important to keep both your friends and your enemiesoff-kilter.”
“And which one am I?”
Gently, I run my thumb over her bottom lip. “A little of both.”
She clasps my wrist, but instead of pulling me away, she holds me in place for a second or two before parting her lips and sucking my thumb into her mouth. My stomach vaults, memories of our one time together in New York reminding me how good she felt, all womanly curves and warm flesh.
And how out of control she made me feel. Something that won’t happen again, either in the bedroom or out of it.
There’s a popping sound when I remove my thumb. “Come here.” I pat my lap, and she scrambles over to my side of the couch, straddling me. I plant both my hands on her arse and grind her down on my rock-hard cock. She moans, rubbing herself on me, thrusting out her chest as her back arches.
Sliding my hands up her sides, I cup her tits and push them together, burying my nose in her cleavage. Her nipples bead, telegraphing what her body craves, even if in her mind I’m still the enemy. I’llalwaysbe her enemy. Nothing I can do or say will ever make up for the fact that I gave the order that wiped out her entire family. But if this is what being enemies with Sorcha is like, I can’t say I’m mad about it.
I pinch both her nipples through her clothing and twist them roughly.
“God,” she moans. “I hate that I love this.”
“I know.”
“More.” She groans, throwing back her head until the ends of her hair brush against my hands, her hips circling with increasing velocity.
“Take what you need. Grind on me.”
“Fuck.Fuck.”
I snap a hand around the back of her neck and smash herlips to mine. Pushing my tongue inside her mouth, I duel with hers. The smell of her envelops me, all sweet woman and a hint of lilac from the shampoo she uses.
This wasn’t how I planned for this to go, but plans change. There’s plenty of time to put her in her place, but right now, her place is right where she is.
Keeping our mouths locked, I palm her right tit, kneading, massaging, plucking at her diamond-hard nipple. Her movements are wild now. She’s close, panting, moaning out words that don’t make sense. I shove her shirt up and scoop her breast out of her bra. Breaking off our kiss, I fasten my mouth over her right nipple, and I bite down.
“Oh, God.”
As she explodes, I suck her breast, bruising her.Marking her.By the time she comes down from her orgasmic high, I’ve left four love bites all over the soft, plump flesh. It’s been years since I gave a woman love bites, but as I watch the skin turn red and purple, I don’t regret a fucking thing. For the next few days, every time she looks in the mirror as she gets out of the shower, she’ll see my mark, and she’ll know who she belongs to.
Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes wild with the force of her release. I shift her weight to give me room to unfasten my belt and unzip my trousers. Reaching into my boxers, I pull out my dick.
“On your knees,mo mhuirnín.”
She blinks several times in succession, her eyes flickering from the purple crown weeping at the slit and my face. “I-I don’t know how.”
“Sure you do. It’s my thumb, only bigger.” I cup her chin and tug until her mouth opens. I shove my thumb inside, and sure enough, she sucks. My dick twitches and I groan. “Just like that.”
I reach for a cushion and toss it at my feet. She hesitates, uncertainty warring with curiosity playing out across her face. I could force her, demand she service me, but I don’t want to. It’s more of a victory if she chooses to suck me off. Any man can force a woman through sheer will, but that’s not my gig. Never has been, never will be.
Wrapping my hand around the base, I tug, a soft moan echoing in my chest. The entire time, I keep my eyes on her. On the third tug, she places her hand over mine, stopping me. As she lifts herself off my lap, I widen my thighs, leaving space for the cushion she moves into place. She kneels before me, and I release my dick and brace both hands behind my head. The first tentative swipe of her tongue draws a hiss of air from me. There’s something intoxicating about an inexperienced woman that I wouldn’t have thought would turn me on. Until Sorcha.
As the seconds pass, she finds her rhythm, her head bobbing, tongue caressing, her tiny hand pumping me until I have to bite my lip and think non-sexy thoughts to stop myself from blowing my load too soon.
I murmur words of encouragement and stroke her hair. She’ll hate me when this is over, when I revert to the original plan to make her understand that her life is tied to mine and no amount of pushing against the establishment will ever set her free. I might as well show her a little kindness while my dick is down her throat.
My spine tingles and I grunt, shooting jets of cum into my innocent wife’s mouth. Give her credit, she takes it all, gagging and choking as she swallows.
When she’s taken every drop, I pull out of her and zip myself up, then hold out a hand, and she takes it, pushing herself to a standing position. I pat the seat beside me.
