Page 33 of The Irish Arrangement

“You still think you have power, Cara?” he taunted as he moved again.

Not seeing him aggravated me, but when I heard the rustle of clothing, my heart raced faster. I swore that I leaked more juices, imagining him staring at my pussy, soaking wet and wide open for his taking.

“You wanna stay quiet and not answer me?”

The bed dipped as he crawled back onto it. The friction of his hairy, hard thighs pushed against my legs, urging me to spread open even wider.

He shoved his big cock into me.

I tensed, curling forward and arching up at the brutal thrust. He hadn’t waited. He didn’t bother to notch himself and give me a warning. He slammed in, all the way in, and ground his hips against me to add in an extra rub.

Crying out louder, I struggled to breathe and surrender. My body was one step ahead of me. I was slick, soaked with my arousal. He slid in, stretching me quickly, but I wasn’t unprepared. He worked me open, and I sucked him in deep.

But my mind…

I fought it. I struggled against this power play, knowing I’d never have any where he was concerned. I resisted the urge to let go and just tell him what he wanted to know.

Battered between the unrelenting and hard, hammering pounds of his body against mine, I tried to think and remain coherent. This would not be an ideal time to blurt something out. I could not risk losing control to the point that I shared the details about the deal that saw me married to him.

And in the end, I lost sight of it all. Thinking. Planning. Worrying. None of it was possible.

Forced under the wave of painful thrusts and merciless grinds against my clit, I could only feel. Drowning under the need to splinter and come apart, I lost track of what I had to keep secret.

He gripped my tits, squeezing so hard that I wondered if I’d ever lose the bruises and marks there, and used the hold as leverage to ram into me faster.

I lost it all. My sanity. This need to stay independent and not give in to him.

He freed me from it all.

As I came, milking his cock with tears streaming down my cheeks, he severed the ties that kept me suffering in my mind.

I gave in and rode the tide of pleasure, so hot and hard-earned after the painful and torturous wait.

I wasn’t alone. He followed me, spilling his hot cum into me as his dick twitched and speared up even higher, as if he feared any minuscule gap between our bodies would allow a drop of his semen to escape.

“You’re not,” he growled, breathing hard as he released my breasts. “You will never have power. Not as my wife.”

I sobbed, so overwhelmed with the ecstasy of coming that hard. I didn’t care what he said. I wasn’t able to think yet.

“And you will be wise to forget about keeping a single fucking secret from me.”

He pulled out, and again, he thrust the dribbling cum back into my pussy.

A long, low groan left my lips at his fingers sliding in along my sensitive flesh.

“All you’re here for is to give me what I want,” he reminded me as he stood, his weight off the mattress causing me to shift.

“Nothing more.”

13

DECLAN

Cara didn’t stay in my room. After she scrambled upright, shoving her shirt and bra down so she could see, she avoided making eye contact with me. Without any energy to push her any further for the moment, I headed to the bathroom to clean up.

She left. I heard the door close while I remained in the shower, and I debated going after her.

My plan was to withhold her orgasms and make her tell me what she was talking about, but we’d both lost there. I got carried away by the lure of making her come with how perfectly she responded to my hard touch. And she had lost all ability to even speak.

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