Fearless Sinner (Empire of Sinners #3)

Chapter 24

Chloe

Chapter Twenty-Four

I twist and turn against the silky sheets. My eyes are closed, and I’m still in that languid space between asleep and awake. The scent of raw, masculine power fills me and I think of him.

Cillian—my husband.

We’ve been married for two days and now we’re in Saint Tropez on our honeymoon.

I had a wild day and night with him yesterday. I want that again.

As my awareness returns and the fog covering my mind lifts, I reach across the sheet, feeling for him. But he’s not there.

I roll onto my side and open my eyes, then I’m met with the sparkling turquoise waters of the surrounding sea.

Just like when I first got here, I fall in love with the exotic scenery and take in my surroundings.

We’re staying in an old fifteenth century mansion on the beach on a secluded part of the coast where it’s just us. It’s almost like we have an island to ourselves.

The room has a Baroque design, satin wallpaper, and handcrafted wooden furniture with ornate carvings in the fixtures. The wrought-iron chandelier hanging over my head with its pewter-toned candlesticks transports me to the medieval era, and I feel like I’m Cinderella living her happily ever after.

Everything that has happened since I met Cillian has felt like a fairytale dream to me, and it’s only gotten better and better and better.

He’s almost made me believe the last three years were some alternate reality where the horror I suffered with Nate never happened.

That really couldn’t have been me.

A year ago, as I sat on the floor by my bed, chained at my ankle to the wall with only a pot to piss in and a plate of bread to eat, I thought my end was near.

Nate had punished me for dropping a fork. That was all I did. He was high on shit and to him, that was the worst thing I could have ever done. Drop a fucking fork.

Now I’m here with a man who treats me like a queen. My husband.

I need to look for him now. I don’t want to waste another second thinking of the past.

I slide off the bed, step onto the cool stone floor, and wrap the sheet around me to cover my nakedness. I haven’t unpacked. Cillian and I were mostly naked yesterday. All I have is the clothes I wore here, and I can’t see them anywhere, not even my panties.

It’s possible they could be downstairs somewhere.

I head out of the room onto the landing and gaze through the wide stone archway that shows off a screensaver view of soft waves rolling across the surface of the sea.

Wide stone steps greet me at the end of the landing and I walk down them into a spacious living room with the same Baroque-style furniture.

I look around for Cillian, eager to be near him.

It’s not until I reach the hall with the piano that I find him standing in the frame of the archway overlooking the hills.

His back is turned to me and he’s gazing out at the scenery. He’s shirtless, with only a pair of black joggers molded to his powerful, athletic legs

He looks sexy as hell and the sight of him takes my breath away and leaves me shattered in all the right ways.

I take the moment to remember that this man is my husband.

“Finally, she’s awake.” He speaks to the space before him with a smile in his tone, then slowly turns to face me.

I take in the tattoos on his chest while he gives me a lopsided grin.

“I’m sorry. I overslept, didn’t I?” It just occurred to me that I have no idea what time it is.

“It doesn’t matter. Out here you can do anything you want and sleep in. I just miss you.”

My God. I really am dreaming. “I must have missed you, too, because I’m awake now. And I think I need to unpack. I have no clothes.”

“Hmmm.” He makes his way over to me with another sexy grin tilting his lips. “I don’t know if you need clothes on this vacation.”

“Cillian, didn’t you say the staff would be coming by today?” I giggle when he tries to tug the sheet off me.

“The chef can drop off the food and we don’t need the maid.” He looks me up and down like I’m the food. “I think I would absolutely love to see your perfect naked body all day, every day for the next seven days.”

“If I do that, how are we supposed to go sightseeing?”

“You’re right. I wouldn’t want to kill anyone for looking at you.”

“No. I would hate that.” I trace my finger over the hard muscle on his pecs.

“Okay, let’s play a game.”

I laugh. “Another game?”

“Aye, lass. Another game.”

“What are we doing this time?”

“In this game you and I are naked between the hours of eight p.m. and two p.m.”

I laugh even more. “That’s eighteen hours of nakedness.”

“Exactly. That also gives us time to go out for six hours, have dinner, go to a museum, do some shopping or whatever.” He inches closer so he’s a breath away from my lips. His warm breath tickles my nose and I feel it all over me. “Do you like that game?”

This man is so sexy, all I want is to see him naked. “I do.”

“Good, because according to my watch”—he pauses to tap his watch—“we should be naked now, which is perfect because I need you again.”

A hot blush spreads over me when he tugs the sheet. This time I allow him to pull it off me.

Cillian moves in to kiss me and all the oxygen leaves my body when his lips touch mine.

His hands glide up my waist and he cups my breasts, squeezing them to make me moan.

“I need to fuck you, wife.” The rawness in his tone awakens my desire for him, and I hunger for him, too.

“Then fuck me.”

Cillian kisses me harder, then backs me into the wall. With a devious smile, he inches away to take off his pants and his cock hangs heavy between his legs.

My mouth waters at the sight of how big and erect he is for me.

He picks me up and I wrap my legs around his waist, molding our bodies together.

My body is so ready for him that when he pushes his cock into me, he’s buried to the hilt straight away

“Mine. My lass.” He kisses up my neck and starts pounding into me.

“Cillian…” I throw my head back and moan, savoring the slow, steady pumps he gives me.

Each stroke builds pressure and pleasure in my core. He waits until I'm right there, right at the spot where pleasure has me caught in the grasp of the sweet sensation, before he speeds up. Then he devours me.

Wave after wave of pleasure takes my body, branding me his.

Orgasm after orgasm spirals through me, leaving fire in its wake, and he keeps going. Giving me more.

Suddenly he starts fucking me harder and it’s so powerful I scream out my pleasure.

He smiles at me. “You’re going to do that again for me. All day.”

Holding me against the wall, he covers my mouth with another kiss and continues to fuck me.

I lose my mind after that. Cillian takes me to a world of unending pleasure.

Night comes and goes, and the next five days sail by with us enjoying each other.

We break to eat, I talk to Mom, who looks better each time I see her, and I also talk to Roxanne. Cillian talks with his people, too.

Yesterday we took a walk on the beach for an hour, then we came straight back to bed.

Our wild session today has ended with us taking a bath together in the freestanding tub. I’m nestled between his legs, resting against his chest.

He has one arm around me and the other caressing my hair.

We’ve been silent, the two of us deep in thought.

I’ve been listening to his heart beating and trying to remember it the way a blind person tries to commit something to memory.

In a few days, it will be two months since this man entered my life.

Then we only have a few more months together before we say goodbye. He’s never talked about that part. About how we’ll end.

What would we tell people who don’t know about our arrangement? Our marriage of convenience.

Maybe we’d make up something like we had irreconcilable differences. I’m not sure anyone would believe that. Just to look at us, we seem so perfect.

I don’t think people would believe we cheated on each other either, but I guess it doesn’t matter what people believe. Only what we believe and how we feel in the aftermath.

I promised myself I wouldn’t think about this part but how am I supposed to stop myself from falling head over heels with my husband when I already am?

I was in love with him before I even walked down the aisle and took my vows to become his wife.