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“Whatever my lady commands.” Ciaran dragged his cock almost the whole way out of me and then slammed in hard. He grabbed my ponytail, twisting it around his fist, and tilted my head back. My eyes met his in the mirror, and the intensity of his gaze sent my pulse racing. “Watch as I wreck this tight little pussy.”

A shudder jolted my body as I almost came from his words alone. No man had ever stated his intentions so starkly to me before. I loved it. Holding onto the edge of the table, my knuckles whitened as he drove into me with ruthless force. My lips twisted in agonized bliss as Ciaran fucked me as if he hated me and revered me in equal measures. His thick cock slid effortlessly through my slickness to hit a spot deep inside, where pain and pleasure collided in an explosion of ecstasy.

As I edged closer to my peak, I pushed my hips back to meet his furious thrusts. Ciaran palmed my right breast and squeezed so hard my eyes watered. His rough handling spurred me on toward the edge. I moaned as the pressure inside me built.

Catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I gasped. Who was this wanton woman? Was that really me writhing with such abandon against a man I barely knew?

My eyes were glazed over with desire. My mouth formed an O-shape as Ciaran picked up his pace. He fucked me so hard my hips crashed painfully against the table. I’d probably bruise but, at that moment, I didn’t care. This was what I’d craved, the intensity my sex life had been missing.

“Fuck, Ciaran!” I yelled as he pinched my nipple with one hand and teased my swollen clit with the other. Sensations fired through me from all directions, meeting at the core to set off the most devastating orgasm. As my body convulsed violently, a startling truth registered. Nothing could ever match this moment. I was ruined for all other men.

Light flashed before my eyes and blood thundered in my ears as my pussy clenched around Ciaran’s cock. My arms shook, and I dropped forward onto the table, glad it was there to hold me up. Ciaran wrapped an arm around my waist and pumped his hips two more times. He held himself deep inside me and let out an animalistic roar as he came.

He collapsed over me, and we lay there, bodies slick with sweat, slowly coming back to our senses. Just as I was about to complain he was getting too heavy, Ciaran stood up. I watched through bleary eyes as he removed the condom from his still semi-erect cock and reached past me to drop it in a waste basket under the table.

As I straightened, Ciaran tucked himself back into his pants. I smiled at him in the mirror as he stepped up behind me, put his hands on my shoulders, and dropped a tender kiss on the top of my head.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?”

I was shattered, in the best possible way.

“I’m good.” Turning to him, I grinned. “So, Mr. Reilly, what will we do now?”

The world was knocked off-kilter as Ciaran swept me up into his arms. “Now,” he said as he strode across the room, “I’m going to take care of you, and you’re going to lie back and let me.”

“Hmm,” I murmured, snuggling closer to him and inhaling his masculine scent. “I like the sound of that.”

ChapterSix

Ciaran

As I carried Annie along the corridor to my bedroom, I felt a deeper sense of contentment than I had for many years. There was something so right about having her nestled close to my chest. It was where she belonged. I loved her softness, the peachy glow of her skin. I’d fucked a lot of women, too many to remember them all, but I’d never experienced anything like I did with Annie. Her responses to my voice, my touch, had fueled my desire to give her pleasure. I wanted to own every part of her.

It was crazy how strongly I felt about this woman I barely knew. Annie seemed perfect, and not just because she was incredibly beautiful. I was drawn to her on a deeper level. She offered me both submission and challenge. I needed that.

From the first moment I set eyes on Annie, I wanted to protect her. Now I’d kill anyone who tried to hurt her. I must be delirious after coming so hard inside her deliciously tight pussy because I was having dangerous thoughts about keeping this woman, whether she liked it or not.

I took Annie into my bedroom and set her down on the edge of my bed, a California king I’d only ever occupied alone.

“Wait here,” I told her, before heading into the en suite bathroom.

An enormous tub dominated the space. To the right of the room was a shower cubicle, large enough to accommodate a dozen people, not that it ever had. I might like to experiment in the bedroom, but I wasn’t into orgies.

The walls of the shower were tiled in a vibrant emerald green, a nod to my ancestral homeland. I’d visited Ireland as a child. My parents, both the children of Irish immigrants, felt it was important to keep in touch with our heritage. My memories of Dublin were bittersweet. While I’d enjoyed the sights and learning about the history of my people, the tension between my parents had been palpable. They’d tried not to fight in front of my siblings and me, but we’d known their marriage was falling apart. When we returned to the States, my father moved out of the family home. He never divorced my mom, but he didn’t return to her either. He spent the rest of his life building his mafia empire and screwing his way through the female population of Michigan.

Though I was tempted to shower with Annie, I knew I wouldn’t be able to resist shoving her against the wall and fucking her. I needed to pace myself and allow her time to recover. The last thing I wanted was for her to see me as a sex-crazed monster. We had all day, and it would be nice for us to get to know each other better.

Rolling up my sleeves, I put the plug in the tub and turned on the water, making sure it was nice and warm. I found a bottle of scented bubble bath in the cabinet under the sink. My sister Emily stayed here on the rare occasions when she ventured into the city, and she preferred my tub to the smaller one in the room she’d commandeered for her use. A delicate floral scent filled the air as I poured a generous amount of bubble bath under the running water.

When the tub was full, I turned off the faucet and went back to the bedroom where Annie was sitting at the edge of the bed. Her smile warmed me to the core.

“Are you planning to take a bath?” she asked. She’d obviously heard the water running.

“No, it’s for you. I thought you might like to soak in the tub for a while.”

“You thought right.”

Taking my proffered hand, Annie allowed me to lead her into the bathroom. I helped her to step into the tub and she sighed contentedly as she sank into the water, leaning her head back and letting her eyes drift shut.

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