Page 75 of Dirty Eoin

A deep-rooted hunger that’s been present for I don’t know how long.

I feel light-headed with anticipation. Is he going to kiss me or isn’t he? He runs his tongue across my bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth. I know he wants to bite down. He wants payback.

He wants to make me fucking bleed.

But he can’t. Not here. Not with all these people present.

He bites down hard enough for it to hurt, and I groan in response.

“You like pain mixed with your pleasure, don’t you, Jaine?”

Right now, I don’t know what I like. I can’t even think straight.

My brain is betraying me too.

“Don’t you?” He bites down harder before letting go completely.

I groan louder. I want him to bite me some more.

He’s asking a question he already knows the answer to. He just wants to feed that massive ego of his. Asshole.

“Say. It.”

“Yes,” I hiss.

“And are you wet, Jaine? If I lift this exquisite sequin dress, will I find that sweet little pussy of yours drenched with desire for me?”

The voice he uses as part of his art of seduction is like melted fucking chocolate. I press my thighs together. The thought of him touching me there is too much.

This wasn’t meant to happen. My plan was meant to be straightforward.

Thissomethingwas meant to be nothing.

He was meant to be a bland, self-absorbed asshole.

I’ve misjudged him. I’ve underestimated him. Same as he did with me. And he’s let me. All this time, he’s encouraged it.

Mr. Smug. Selfish. Pompous.

It was all a front.

Mr. Dominating. Dangerous. Deadly.

That’s who I’m married to. That’s my harsh reality.

Eoin O’Connell was never meant to have so many complex, addictive layers. Layers that he deliberately kept hidden behind that narcissistic façade of his.

He must notice my subtle leg movement because he snickers softly.

“Admit it.”

I don’t confirm. I don’t deny it either. He’s right. I am wet.

He raises an eyebrow. In response, I simply nod while licking my lips. His breath mingles with mine once more.

Is he going to fucking kiss me or isn’t he?

I’m conscious there’s a phone ringing. Is it mine or his?

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