Page 52 of Bartered Innocence

I stare at his face, heat gathering in my core at every deep stroke of his cock moving in me. I do, I want his babies more than I thought I would. But I hate what I have to give up to achieve that. I resent the fact I don’t dislike being married to him or the idea of raising a family. Not after how hard I worked to be more than that.

His eyes soften, seeing the conflict in mine. “You can be anything you want to be, love. Just let me protect you.”

“I do. I want your babies.” My whispered confession has him groaning and he thrusts harder, pumping his cock in and out. The delicious feeling of him stretching inside me is one I’ve grown addicted to.

“Beg me to come inside you,” Rian grunts.

My nails dig into his arms. “Please.”

“More, Isabelle. Tell me how badly you want my cum.”

I squeeze my eyes shut, ignoring the mortification I feel at his demand. It’s just me and him, an intimacy between wife and husband. So I blow out a ragged breath and look up at him with hooded eyes. “Please, come inside me. I need your cum, Rian. I need my husband to fill me with his babies.”

“Shit, fuck. God damn it.” He lets out a long grunt as he presses forward as far as he can go, his cock swelling inside me as he throbs and releases wave after wave of his seed. A hollow giggle escapes my throat at his exclamations, but I’m lost to my pleasure as I come with him. Something about Rian losing control turns me on more than it probably should. I know we should think about the consequences of our actions more, but us having children was always going to be the finish line.

His panting breaths echo in my ear as I come back down from my high and he slips out, moving to lie at my side. I turn to face him, watching the rise and fall of his chest. I’ve gotten used to his presence next to me, and I didn’t realize how comforting it is to share a bed with someone.

Rian moves toward me, his hand cupping my breast. “You know what I was thinking about the other day?”

“Hmm?” A shiver skitters across my skin as his thumb rubs my erect nipple.

“The taste of your breastmilk. I can’t wait to try it.”

I push his hand away, scowling at him in earnest shock. “My m-milk isn’t for you, you freak.” I stumble on the words, my cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

Rian laughs, grabbing me and pulling me back into his arms. He turns me so my back is plastered to his chest and his hand slips between my legs, playing with my sore pussy. “I’ll try it straight from the tap, suckling at your breasts like a babe.”

“No you won’t because…oh god,” I moan as Rian lifts my leg over his hip and slides back inside me, his cock already hard again. In this position he feels impossibly larger and I’m stretched full. His hand slips under my neck and down my chest to knead at my breast. His thrusts are slow with a steady rock of his hips, a vast difference from the way he pounds into me.

“You’re mine, Isabelle. Everything about you. Your sassy attitude, your stubbornness, your body, and the babies you’re going to give me.” His lips press against the shell of my ear as he rasps the words, “As much as I am yours.”

Chapter20

Isabelle

The weekafter I dumped food in Rian’s lap, everyone in the house made themselves scarce. I only saw Rian in the mornings when he’d fuck me before leaving, and I received a few texts here and there to forgo dinner this week. It hurt my feelings a bit, but I tried not to take it personally, Aodhan assured me it’s business that’s taking too much of his time, not because of my tantrum.

It’s eerily quiet this morning as I come down the stairs and find Deirdre alone in the kitchen.

“They’re all gone again?”

She hands me a cup of coffee with a smile. “No, dear. They’re all down in the gym.”

“Gym? We have a gym in the house?” Rian never showed me that during the tour.

“In the basement.” She waves me in the direction of the gym, but yelps and grabs my arm before I can move. “Turn left, dear. Do not go right.”

I frown, concerned by her worried tone. “Why?”

Deirdre shakes her hand. “Sometimes, things are not meant to be talked about or seen by our eyes.”

Heeding her ominous warning, I find the gym at the end of the basement hallway. They don’t notice when I slip in. They’re paired off and fighting on mats in the center. I’m amazed by how large the space is, with multiple treadmills along one wall and a few weight benches on the other. Cillian and Rian are paired off, both their hands covered in padded gloves as Aodhan and Cormac mimic their stance on the other end of the squared off section.

“Ready to get put on your ass in front of your wife,” Cillian taunts and my eyes widen, unaware they’d even noticed me.

Rian grins, the malicious curl to it making my core clench. “You can certainly try.”

Both of the men are bare-chested, showing off their extensive tattoos that cover every inch of their skin. Their shorts cut off at their knees, but my gaze keeps tracking back to Rian, admiring every toned and sculpted muscle on his body.

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