Page 24 of Dirty Padraig: Dirty Dusters

“You’re my fiancée. My future wife. It’s my job to protect you.”

“I’m a big girl, Eoin.”

“I must insist that you do as I say, Jaine.”

“The hell I will!”

He yanks me down, pinning me beneath him, his nostrils flaring in annoyance. His fingers grip my jaw as his mouth captures mine, his tongue thrusting deep.

The taste of adrenaline floods my mouth, along with all the other addictive flavors that make up the feral side of Eoin O’Connell.

I groan against his lips as he prizes my legs apart with his slim hips before grinding his hard-on against me, rubbing its impressive length up and down my slickness.

Sometimes I hate how much I fucking love him. Our clashing personalities make me want to kill him and fuck him at the same time.

I need him inside me. I try to angle my hips so the head of his dick meets with my entrance, but every time I do, he pulls back.

“Shall we both watch as your greedy little pussy chases my cock, Miss Jones?” He smirks at my frustration with one eyebrow raised.

“Fuck you, asshole.” I hiss.

“It’s you who’ll be getting fucked imminently.” He runs the entire length of his dick up my wetness so I know exactly what I’m currently missing out on, then his hand drops to cup my pussy. “This is mine. You’re fucking mine.”

We both know he’s right.

I don’t get a chance to respond as his lips cover mine once more, his tongue filling my mouth and stroking deep.

His fingers dip into my slickness before he thrusts two inside. I pant against his lips as I welcome them, my legs parting further as he moves them slowly back and forth.

“Can you hear how wet you are, Jaine?”

I should be embarrassed, but I’m not. “I don’t want your goddamn fingers. I want your fucking cock.”

I watch as he sucks the glistening digits into his mouth before dropping his hand to line up his dick.

“Then take my cock like a good fucking girl.”

He fills me to the hilt in one brutal thrust, and I hiss at the intrusion. His hand fists my hair as he bites down hard on my neck, bruising me for the world to see.

He fucks me hard, every powerful thrust more savage than the last. I’m well aware that each is a punishment for my daring to ask for even one moment of freedom.

Kneeling, he lifts my hips off the bed until they’re suspended and level with his before withdrawing and ramming back in. I groan at the feeling of being perfectly fucking full. He pounds into me.

Claiming me. Marking me. Stealing yet another piece of my soul.

My walls clench around him, never wanting to let him go.

“Eoin.” I push against him, whining like a bitch in heat as I near the peak. “I need….” He tilts my hips and gives me exactly that. What I need.

“Look at me.”

I stare into eyes of burning green as I claim my release, my mewls of pleasure filling the silence. He pulls out, his abs tensing as he uses one strong, veiny hand to stroke his hard cock. His gaze never leaves mine. I watch his face contort when, with a low growl, he claims his own pleasure, covering me in ropes of hot cum. He then watches as I slowly rub his release into my skin.

Eoin’s way of changing the subject is to use the strong physical connection we share. Well, if he thinks this conversation is over, then he’s wrong. It’s far from it because I’ll be attending that reunion whether Eoin O’Connell likes it or not.

Asshole.

CHAPTERNINE

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