Page 37 of Bartered Innocence

Aodhan shrugs. “Dreams can change.”

Scoffing at his response, I storm toward the house to find my husband leaning against the doorway with crossed arms.

“What?” I snap.

His eyebrows raise before he stands straight and nods to his side. “Come. Let me show you our room.”

I bite back the retort I wanted to sling at him and continue up the steps. As much as I don’t want to give in, I’m exhausted and a bed to sleep in sounds heavenly.

“The men who aren’t married stay here with me, as well as Deirdre. No one is permitted in our room but us.” I don’t know who Deirdre is, but I’m not going to ask and come off as possessive, or worse…jealous.

I glance at him. “So you clean your own room?”

“Our room. And I do.”

A smile pulls at my lips and then a giggle because it’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve heard all night. It almost makes him seem human, and not an untouchable, killing god.

Rian looks at me curiously. “What?”

“Sorry, I was just imagining you with a vacuum.” More giggles overtake me, proof of how tired I truly am. He stops to watch me for a second, tilting his head. I wipe the tears at the corners of my eyes and wave for him to continue up the stairs. But he doesn’t move, watching me silently. I swallow at the seriousness of his expression and he moves down a step to be in line with me.

“I do want you to be happy here, Isabelle.”

My stomach flips and I give him a small nod. There’s nothing I can say at the moment that would be nice, but I’m done fighting for the night. I just want to sleep and tomorrow I can think about what to do.

Rian sighs, then turns to move back up the stairs. Guilt eats at me for ignoring his obvious peace offering, but I can’t bring myself to care right now. The man has taken the future I’ve always dreamed of away.

Chapter15

Rian

Isabelle’sdark hair is everywhere as I watch her sleep. I'd usually be out the door, but I can’t tear myself away from my wife just yet. A few months ago, I would have laughed in the face of any man who said I’d be married. I had every intention of eventually finding a woman I loved and making her mine, trying to replicate the love my parents had. And a part of my heart knows Isabelle and I will be that, perhaps not anytime soon, but we will be. O’Callaghan men only need one look at a woman before they determine she’s his.

Her eyes flutter under her lids as I trace my finger along her collarbone. I drag it down the dip of her tank top, her nipples hardening and poking through the thin material. Leaning forward I pull the top down, suck a nipple gently into my mouth, and knead her other breast.

She moans, her hand tangling in my hair before she gasps awake.

“Rian?” she asks, and I look up at her, circling my tongue around the bud and pinching the other. I skim my hand down her stomach and into her sleep shorts, caressing her wet slit.

Isabelle’s eyes slide down my naked body, to where my angry cock is hard and leaking. She blows out a breath and her fingers push her shorts down. It would be easier if she slept naked like I usually do, but I won’t push her on it yet. I pull my hand out and tug them the rest of the way down. Settling my hips between her open legs, I rub my tip at her entrance then thrust in.

We both moan when I bury myself deep. Her brown eyes stare up at me and I can’t look away as I pump into her. Since the first moment I touched her, I’ve felt her on a different level. Everything about her burrows into my skin and seeps into my bloodstream, and I crave her with my entire being.

“What are you doing to me?” I whisper, resting my face in the crook of her neck. Her fingers pull at my hair, her hips arch to match each of my thrusts. She tightens around me with an airy whimper that echoes in my ear when I switch angles.

“There we go. Come for me, Isabelle,” I say on a groan. I don’t know if I’ll ever get enough of her.

Her pussy flutters around my cock, squeezing it so tight that black dots spot my vision and I’m lost to the sensation. I come hard, struggling to breathe as I spill inside her cunt and flood it with my cum. Sick desperation clings in my heart that I could be getting her pregnant, and I want it so badly that I pulse another wave of my seed into her womb. I’ve never really thought of children until the reality of Isabelle becoming my wife made me possessively want it.

I pull out as we’re both coming down from our highs, and I flop down on my back next to her, waiting for my breathing to calm.

Isabelle stares up at the ceiling with me before a small laugh escapes her throat. “Why is sexthat goodwith someone I don’t particularly like?”

Leaning up on my elbow, I smile down at her. I know she isn’t really asking me. “Maybe because you know you shouldn’t enjoy it, but you do anyway.” I push off the bed and walk to the bathroom, wanting to rinse off before getting ready for the day.

She follows me silently, our eyes unable to stay off each other for more than a few seconds as the water warms. I hold the door open for the shower and she slips inside. My heart beats wildly in my chest as she turns so the water cascades down her back. Her head is tilted back, eyes closed as her fingers run through her dark hair. My attention falls to the small rivulets of water as they run down her chest, framing her round breasts, and her hard pink nipples. My cock twitches with the primitive desire to claim her as mine again.

Her eyes open, not surprised to find me watching her before her gaze locks over my shoulders. Something flickers over her face and then she sighs.

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