Page 43 of A Seductive Beauty
“You didn’t just marry him to be safe from Patrick, did you? Or to spite your parents?”
“Giselle, I love Aidan. I want to be his wife. I wanted him before Patrick and my parents did what they did. It’s always been Aidan since the moment I saw him.”
“But he killed a man the other night. That doesn’t scare you.” I watch her body shiver. I can guess that her fear comes from whatever is in her past she isn’t telling us about.
“No, because I know he’d never hurt me. I’m perfectly safe with him.” I can feel his eyes on me, and I look at him again, ready to follow him wherever he wants to take me.
“It was kinda hot.” Moira chimes in, and I turn to her with my eyes wide. I didn’t expect that from her. “Well, it was. To have someone love you so much they don’t care about the consequences to protect you.” I watch as she turns to look at Aidan and his brothers. She drops her eyes when his brother Brody looks toward us.
“I agree.” Brigid pipes in, and her sister, Ronan, nods her head too.
“If he’s willing to kill, what makes you so sure he wouldn’t hurt you?” Giselle’s voice trembles and I watch as she gently rubs her chest over her left breast.
“I know in my soul he’d never hurt me. I also know he only killed that man because he was evil and would have killed me or Moira if he had a chance.”
“But even someone who professes to love you could and would hurt you given the right circumstances.” She pleads with me.
“Giselle, that man never loved you if he was willing to hurt you. Aidan loves me very much, and the thought of me in pain makes him crazy. He wouldn’t do that.”
“Okay.” She turns and walks away, and I’m sure I didn’t convince her of Aidan’s love for me, but I’m distracted when I feel his hands slide around me. His fingers lace together and pull my back into his chest.
He leans down into my ear. “You have exactly ten minutes to get out of this dress and be ready for me or I’ll shred it, wife.” His voice is gravelly, and my body trembles with desire. The words get trapped in my throat as I think about him seeing me in the nighty I bought for tonight. I nod up at him and look at the girls all trying to hide their smiles.
“I’ll see you all in a couple of days.” They each hug me and then the guys come over and congratulate me again. I make my way up the stairs, feeling like I’m floating. The minute I pass through the doorway into our room, I look at the bed covered in rose petals. The room aglow with flameless candles. The girls outdid themselves; it’s a beautiful escape. We can’t go on a real honeymoon because Aidan is afraid I’m still in danger.
The closet is now full of clothes and my things from my flat with the girls. I reach behind me and lower the hidden zipper at my mid-back. The dress slips down my body, and I carefully step out of it and hang it up. My hand lovingly slides down the lace of the beautiful A-line dress I picked out. That’s the key to me. I picked it out myself. It’s not the monstrous ball gown wedding dress with a train to rival Princess Diana’s that my mum picked out and was hanging in the closet at their house. The look in Aidan’s eyes when I stepped through the door was worth everything when he first saw me in the gown.
Pulling open one of my drawers, I reach in and pull out the tissue paper wrapped outfit. I move into the adjoining bathroom where I quickly wash my face, removing my makeup, and pull out the combs that held the sides of my hair back in curly waves down my back. I brush my hair to remove any products and make it shine. Looking in the mirror, I see my cheeks flushed with excitement. I don’t regret marrying Aidan. I don’t care what he does or has done. He is mine.
I carefully unwrap the tissue paper, exposing the sheer lacy negligee. The top has a deep see-through plunge between my breasts. The bottom ends just below the bottom swell of my arse. The sheer material will allow him to see the matching white thong.
I step out into our room and see my husband sitting in the chair by the window. A tumbler of whiskey in his hand. From across the room, I can see his blue eyes darken with passion as he takes me in. His shirt is opened across his beautiful chest, the tattoos showing. His jacket is gone and his belt is undone, but his pants are still closed.
“Is that special for tonight?” His voice is gruff.
“Yes.”
He swigs back the last of the whiskey and sets the glass on the table next to him. He uncrosses his legs and spreads them bent in front of himself as he leans forward.
“Come here.” He points to the floor between his spread legs directly in front of him. I move without pause and stand before him. “You’ll only wear this tonight because the urge to rip it from your body is strong right now.” I nod because I didn’t expect it to last more than that. He points again to the floor, and I start to kneel when he stops me and looks around for a moment. “Grab that pillow.” He points to the matching chair next to him. I take the pillow and hand it to him. He sets it on the floor for me to kneel on. “I want to see my wife’s lips wrapped around my cock.” I reach forward and unzip his trousers. They open and reveal his sexy boxer briefs, his hard cock pushing against them. I slip the material over it and brush my fingers across his satiny smooth skin. He groans.
Leaning forward, I lick up his cock, remembering the last time I did this to him. My hand wraps around the base and I slowly move my hand up as I slide him into my mouth. His taste bursts across my tongue as precum leaks from his tip. I slide up and lick it off and then press my tongue into the slit, trying to grab more of his taste. I remember how he likes it deep, so I don’t move my hand up as much on the next pass but move him deeper into my mouth. His legs tighten next to me, his body locking up as I continue to take him in and out. With each pass, I take him deeper into my throat, swallowing around his head until my hand isn’t moving. I control the gagging by breathing through my nose.
“Enough.” He pushes on my shoulder to stop me from letting him finish in my mouth. “Every time I come tonight, my cum is going to coat your insides.” He reaches down and lifts me up to straddle his lap. He rips the thong from my body and lifts me up again, then impales my body on his cock. “Feck.” He throws his head back as I slide down his length. It’s still a tight fit and I cry out from the intrusion but not for long. I start to move as soon as I feel my body accommodating to his girth. Aidan grips my waist and starts moving me faster over him. His thumb slips between us to play with my clit. I throw my head back and cry out as the climax builds.
Suddenly, I’m empty, and I look at him as he lifts me off him and sets me standing next to him. He stands and yanks his shirt off and then lets his pants fall to the floor. His cock standing in all its glory, the tip ruddy. I start to kneel, wanting to take him in my mouth again, but he grips my arm and pushes me toward the bed. I climb up and roll over, watching him as he steps toward me. Gripping my ankle, he flips me over and pulls me down the bed, my legs hanging off as he enters me from behind. His hand fists my hair and he pounds in and out of me. I moan, ready from the feeling of him and the slight pain of my hair being pulled. He grips the negligee in his other hand and I hear the lace rip with the force of him. Over and over, he moves in me as my climax builds, and I come screaming his name, but he doesn’t slow down his thrusts. My orgasm rolls into another and I claw at the bedding, my body becoming hypersensitive to him, until he finally slams into me hard and comes with a grunt of my name. He holds me there, both of us trying to come down from the high. Our breathing still erratic. He slips from my body and releases my hair and nighty. I roll over and slide up the bed.
“Take it off. In our bed, you’re naked,” he demands before he climbs up next to me. I bare my body and slip under the blankets to snuggle in next to him.
Throughout the next couple days, we stay in our room having food delivered and get to know each other and make love. Aidan’s passion for me only increases as the time passes.
Chapter Twelve
Fiona
I look down at my phone, my finger hovering over the number, wanting to call her back and finally talk to her. I feel bad for hanging up on her like I did yesterday, but I wasn’t sure how to explain Aidan to Kayla. I love Aidan, but I also love Kayla. I won’t give up my husband if my cousin has an issue with him. I need to pull up my knickers and stand up to her. Yesterday I implied the line wasn’t secure, but I know it is. Aidan told me that one of the hackers who works for the company that she does probably found my number.
In the front seat of the car are Seamus and Gael. True to Aidan’s word, Gael is with me all the time. He’s at the house if Aidan isn’t there, and like today, my one day a week that I still work at the bakery, he is with me. In the four months since we married, our lives have moved into a sort of normal. Aidan wakes up and goes to the office or the track. I take care of our home and go to the bakery once a week. The girls have moved back to the flat, but I still see them. They come to me though instead of me going to them. Moira has been pulling away and I don’t understand why, but I hope she’ll tell me soon.
