Page 51 of Corrupted Union

Something profound was happening between us, and it had nothing to do with the delicious way his cock filled me. This was something intangible. Something transformative.

“Fuck, you squeeze me so good.” He kept his body low so that each increasingly urgent thrust brought him in contact with my clit.

I was back on that cliff’s edge in an instant, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes in anticipation of falling off. “Yes, Keir. Yes,just like that.”

“Milk my cock, Rowan,” he commanded. “Show me this body is mine.”

A scream tore past my lips.

My body ignited, every cell filling with radiant light.

“That’s my girl. Mywife. You’re mine, Rowan Byrne. All. Fucking. Mine.” He growled those last words through clenched teeth as his body coiled tight. At the last second, he pulled out and stroked himself as warm jets of cum decorated my breasts and belly. I fought for awareness through my orgasmic haze, enthralled with his show of possession and devotion. I couldn’t ever recall feeling so acutely desired.

With our shuddering breaths filling the silence, Keir leaned forward and placed a reverent kiss on each of my kneecaps, then swiped a finger gently through his cum on my stomach. His gaze briefly cut to mine before he lowered his hand and rolled the digit around the inside of my entrance. Marking me.

As if I wasn’t already his in every way that mattered.

I wasn’t sure how it had happened, but it was true. Keir Byrne had captured what remained of my heart and held it captive in the palm of his hand. And the scariest part was, I wanted him to have it.

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“I’m famished,and if I don’t get some coffee soon, I’ll get a headache later.” I put on a clean shirt and dug through my suitcase. We’d taken a quick shower, replaced my bandages, and were now approaching late morning.

“Should we do breakfast or go find lunch somewhere?”

“Either works, but after that …” I paused, not sure how he’d feel about what I was going to say next. “I think it’s time for us to go home. I know you aren’t a fan of Stetson, but I feel like I owe him an apology. And most importantly, that woman desperately needs our help. We need to deal with all this. We can’t hide forever.” And I had intentionally ignored the fact that I’d been missing school. I could only worry about so much at once.

Keir appeared in the doorframe to the bedroom. “Technically, we could. I could make us both disappear, but I know that’s not what either of us wants.” He stepped closer and opened a small canister of ointment. “Your hand,” he murmured. He coated my tattoo with salve, but I’d swear it was my heart he was healing. “I’ll make the arrangements to fly home tomorrow.”

I nodded, my throat impossibly tight. “Thank you.”

As if I needed more evidence that I was falling for Keir Byrne. He stirred to life feelings I hadn’t even known were possible. I’d thought what I felt for Stetson was love—maybe not deeply romantic love, but still a form of affection. Now, I couldn’t imagine how that was possible when my feelings for him were faded, pastel versions of the vibrant hues I felt developing for Keir.

He was so much more than I ever expected. Passionate. Loyal. And even tender when he wanted to be. But what would that mean for my family and me? He was still a criminal.

Is that really how you see him? Because I think he’s a hell of a lot more than that.

Damn, even Ivy sounded disappointed in me.

Of course not, V. But no matter how gallant he is beneath the surface, it doesn’t erase the ugly truth of his profession and the dangers involved.

Stetson isn’t a criminal, and you still ended up in danger. Sometimes the scariest monsters hide in plain sight.

She was right.

This world was drawn in shades of gray. All I could do was look at my priorities and decide how dark I was willing to go.

For Keir, I might erase the scale entirely.

We flew backto the city first thing the following morning. I spent the entire time biting my cuticles until my fingers bled. What would my father say when I saw him?

We had texted briefly over the past couple of days, but seeing my parents in person would be different. Would their eyes convey disappointment and heartbreak that texted words left unsaid? If the emotions were present, I’d see it in their eyes. They wouldn’t be able to hide it from me because I knew them too well.

Hurting the people I loved was my greatest fear in life.

I knew how easy it was to cause utter devastation in the flippant passing of a single careless moment.

Keir insisted on walking me to my parents’ door rather than dropping me off out front. In an almost ironic reversal of tradition, Keir walked me up the steps and handed off his new bride to her father. I was probably more nervous this way than had it been the other way around.

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