Page 103 of Stolen Mafia Vows
His tongue inside me sends my brain cells reeling. I squeeze my eyes tightly shut and concentrate on his tongue sliding back and forth across my clit, but it’s no good. He only has to touch me these days, and I’m close to coming.
“Eoghan,” I manage between pants. “I can’t hold it in.”
In response, he slides two fingers inside me, and sucks on my clit, teasing it with his teeth while his fingers ram home, speeding up my orgasm which is about to explode.
“That’s it, good girl,” he speaks with his face buried inside my pussy. “Come all over my face.”
I arch my spine, head tilted back, legs trembling, as my body shudders with the violence of my orgasm. Eoghan slides his fingers out of me and grips my thighs, sucking every drop of me from my pussy until I lean forward and wrap his hair around my fingers, my belly resting on the top of his head.
He peers up at me with damp chin and a sparkle in his eyes, as he reaches up to cup my breasts in the palms of his hands.
“Emily, we’re here!” Victoria calls out from the bedroom.
I gasp, and try to pull away from Eoghan, but he stands up and latches his lips on to my nipples with my breasts squashed together.
“Eoghan!” I hiss. “I need to get ready.”
He releases me, but keeps his body pressed against mine, pinning me back against the basin. “You’re always ready, Emily.”
I bat his arm playfully. “You know what I mean.”
“Emily?” Victoria’s voice is closer now.
“Coming!”
Chuckling, Eoghan pulls my robe from a hook and holds it open for me to slide my arms into the sleeves. He wraps it around me and fastens the belt around my swollen waist.
“I’ll see you later, Mrs. Byrne.” He kisses the tip of my nose and opens the bathroom door.
“Eoghan?” I hear Sienna say. “What are you doing here?”
I follow him to the bedroom, my clit engorged, and my folds still tingling from where Eoghan was sucking on them.
Both women take one look at me and shake their heads.
“Go!” Victoria ushers Eoghan to the bedroom door. She closes it behind him and then leans against the door as if worried that he might come back. “Si, get her a bottle of cold water. I can feel the heat radiating across the room.” She mock-fans her face with the palm of her hand, and I can’t help giggling.
My dress is ivory vintage lace with a mermaid tail, and a beaded bodice, trimmed with silver. I’d spent days poring over websites and Pinterest and every wedding platform that I could find, when Eoghan came home one day and told me to close my eyes. He’d studied the drawings that my mom had shown him and somehow found the dress that I’d imagined when I drew pictures of my dream wedding, aged eight-and-a-half.
“You look beautiful, baby.” My dad swipes tears from his eyes with his thumbs when he comes to walk me down the aisle.
“Thanks, Dad.”
He tugs on a strategically placed curl framing my face, courtesy of Victoria, and looks me directly in the eye. “It isn’t too late to change your mind, you know.”
“Dad!” I link my arm with his. “I’m already married. And I bet you didn’t ask Caleb and Kyle if they wanted to change their mind.”
He sighs heavily. “You got me there.”
“Anyway, I thought you liked Eoghan.”
I haven’t heard my dad’s version of what happened when I was abducted, but according to Eoghan, he hijacked my dad at Dublin airport and refused to go away. Whatever they spoke about during that flight from Ireland to New York, Eoghan somehow convinced him not to blow up his kneecaps. And what went down at the bratva mansion outside the city sealed the deal.
“I do,” Dad says now. “But you can’t blame me for wanting to keep my little girl a bit longer.”
I stand on tiptoes and kiss his cheek. “I’ll have a baby of my own in three months’ time.”
“Then you’ll understand what I mean.” He pats my hand.
