Page 51 of Malicious Wedding

Thatpleasedevastates me.

This is Carson asking—but Carson only ever demands.

I stare at him, heart racing, mind bending around all the ways this is wrong.

Then slowly, I take off my tank top.

Chapter22

Ash

He stares, unmoving. Water continues dripping down his perfect body. My nipples are hard and heat’s burning between my legs. This is crazy. This is dumb. It’s only going to make everything complicated. Ihatethis guy.

But he’s beautiful.

And I like it when he calls me angel.

As weird as that is.

Once I’m naked, I climb into the shower with him. He stares at me, hunger lancing through his gaze like spears. I let him look. I wet my hair, figuring I might as well. He stares at my breasts, at my nipples, at my shoulders and arms and thighs and lips. He drinks me in, gazing like a man possessed.

His cock stiffens without so much as touching me. I take that as the highest form of praise.

“Come on, turn around,” I say, blushing like crazy, wondering how I’m doing this without losing my mind. “Let’s get this over with.”

“Thank you.”

Fuck. I nearly let out a soft whimper hearing him say that.

I lather him using a loofah then rinse him clean. If he really did have blood, I didn’t notice it. Not that I’d notice much at this point. I’m pulsing with desire in heavy waves.

“Your turn,” I say, running my fingers down his spine. “Tell me what happened.”

“My men caught one of the Polish captains,” he says without looking back. “I spent the last few hours having a conversation with him.”

“And? What did he say?”

He’s breathing fast like he’s barely restraining himself. I stare at his body, at his massive arms. This beast, this killer. He could tear a grown man to pieces with his fingers if he wanted. He could do worse with less effort to me.

“He told me a story about your brother. About how Iain met a girl. A nice Polish girl. They danced a few times together, and one night, he brought her home. They had sex. She got pregnant. He was in love. So was she. Only problem is, she’s the Polish boss’s daughter, and when he found out that an Irish gangster fucked his girl and knocked her up, he lost his mind. He decided the only way to make things right was to kill Iain, kill everyone in Iain’s family, all to make sure the city understood what happened when anyone got too close to his precious baby.”

I lean my face against his back. I breathe him in. Sorrow fills me, thinking of my brother, happy, in love with a girl he can never have, ruining everything so badly for that love. “Is she okay?” I ask, whispering. “The girl?”

“She’s fine so far as I know.”

“Is that all true? Did Iain really get the Polish boss’s daughter pregnant?”

He lets out a long breath. “That captain took a lot of persuading to tell us that story. I believed him.”

I kiss his back. I dig my teeth into his skin and, on impulse, I reach around my hand, moving around his hip, until I find his thick, long cock.

He grunts in surprise, his entire body tensing, a tremble running down his spine.

“Don’t talk,” I whisper as I roll my fingers around his tip, rubbing his precum into my hand. “Just don’t, okay?”

“Ash,” he groans.

I stroke him. Slowly, root to tip, root to tip.

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