Page 105 of Brutal Vows
I shudder and squeeze my eyes shut, hiding my face in the blankets so he can’t see how much I love it when he talks like that. How deeply it affects me.
He breaches the knot of muscle and slides his thumb inside me, shushing me with softly spoken words when I gasp. It takes a moment for me to relax into it, but then I’m pushing back against his hand and he’s growling his approval.
He reaches around with his other hand and strokes my throbbing clit.
“Tell me what you want, sweetheart,” he says, his voice husky.
I answer without thinking. “More. I want more. I want all of you.”
I meant to say “it,” but “you” slipped out instead. There’s a subtle difference in meaning, and he doesn’t miss it.
“And you’re gonna get all of me, wife,” he says, fucking me harder. “Now come on my cock.”
He tugs on my clit, sending a shockwave of pleasure throughout my entire body. Panting, I groan into the blankets, my face hot from hearing the sounds we make as our bodies slap together.
Through gritted teeth, he says, “You feel like silk. Wet, hot silk. Christ. Come, baby. Come for me.”
With my hard nipples dragging against the covers and his finger and cock filling me up, I orgasm with a sob.
He moans. The motion of his hips falters. His thrusts turn slow and then stop altogether as I clench and convulse around his girth.
He whispers, “Oh, fuck, viper. I can feel that. That’s fucking amazing. You’re coming so bloodyhard.”
I sob again, jerking, my body completely out of my control. I feel boneless, like the only thing holding me up is the huge throbbing member I’m convulsing around.
He moves the hand that’s gripping my hip farther up my body, sliding it under my breast so he can fondle it and pinch my nipple. I buck back against him, begging for more.
A dark laugh in his voice, he says, “You like it when I play with your nipples as I’m fucking you, don’t you? You like my cock, and you like to come for me when I tell you to, because you’re perfect and you’re gorgeous and you’re all fuckingmine.”
I don’t understand how we got here.
I can’t comprehend that this man growling all these filthy things is my husband. I can’t grasp the enormity of any of it, because only this morning, I was bracing myself to send Lili off into her married life, but now I’m here, facedown on a hotel bed, getting railed by a sexy, crazy Irishman who I don’t even like.
Or at least I’m telling myself I don’t.
The alternative is unimaginable.
All of a sudden, out of nowhere, I burst into tears.
I bury my face in the blankets and wail like a newborn baby, pounding my fist against the mattress because I hate myself for it so much.
Then I’m not facedown anymore, because I’m somehow sitting up in Quinn’s arms and he’s rocking me, murmuring into my hair.
“It’s okay, lass. You’re safe here with me. You’re safe.”
He squeezes those big arms around me, holding me tight. I cry all over his chest, hiding my face and burning with shame as I cling to him helplessly. I’m curled up in his lap with his legs crooked around me, so his whole body is curved around mine.
“I’m s-sorry.”
Cupping my head in one hand, he exhales and kisses my shoulder. “Don’t be a bloody idiot. You don’t have to apologize.”
“I don’t know what happened.”
He chuckles. “I’ll tell you what happened. I dazzled the swamp witch with my dick, she fell under a sleeping spell, and the real you woke up for the first time in centuries.”
Sniffling, I wipe my nose with the back of my hand and heave a ragged sigh. “God, you’re an arrogant ass.”
He nuzzles my neck, whispering, “But I’m right.”
