Chapter Thirty-Seven Tiernan #4
I didn’t want to fuck this up.
Do.
Not.
Fuck.
This.
Up.
Tiernan.
I froze, remembering my first time back in the gulag. Knowing I was only capable of taking a woman punishingly, like a gun was pinned to my temple. My breath hitched, and I slammed my teeth together, loathing myself for not being able to do this.
The most natural thing in human nature.
“Look at me.” She took my face in her hands, anchoring me to this moment.
I was glad she couldn’t hear the thumping of both our hearts beating out of whack.
And I was glad she chose to use her voice.
It…soothed me. “You can do this. You escaped hell. You’re here now.
And I will never let you go through it again. ”
Before I could overthink it, Lila took matters into her own hands, rolled her hips, and scooped my cock into her, sliding it inside in one slick motion.
A grunt escaped me.
She felt heavenly, blissfully tight. Hot and wet and right.
We both stared at each other in surprise, getting used to the sensation.
The more I let myself feel it, the more divine it felt.
But I wasn’t all the way inside her, and she already looked uncomfortable.
Very carefully, I pressed deeper. One inch, and then another. Her throat worked around a swallow. I leaned down to kiss it. “Shhh, sweetheart. Almost there. Take it all in for me, okay?”
She nodded, eyes glistening.
Another inch.
Finally, I was buried inside her to the hilt, my balls flush against her tight rectum.
Heaven.
I started moving inside her. It felt like coming home. I watched her alertly, looking for signs of pain or distress. But all I found was a flushed, deliriously happy water nymph in an erotic vortex of passion.
One who couldn’t hear herself and moaned with abandon.
“Sorry, darlin’, I have to.” I grabbed a pink teddy bear from between her satin pillows and pressed it against her mouth to stifle her moans. She bit hard on it, her eyes rolling inside their sockets.
I picked up my pace, my balls tightening, my forehead slicked with sweat. She was close. So was I. Each time I plunged into her, the entire bed shook, the headboard banging against the wall.
She clenched around me, milking the orgasm out of me, and I lost the remainder of my self-control, of whatever chivalry I managed to scrape from the bottom of my godforsaken soul, and went wild.
I all but nailed her into the mattress, sinking into her again and again.
Deeper, faster, harder. Our gazes locked, the stupid teddy bear between us.
I tossed it aside. Kissed her ardently. I felt the walls of her cunt shuddering around my cock like an earthquake.
Pulled my face back to watch her. She was moaning loudly again.
I pressed my palm to her lips, keeping her quiet.
She grinned, licking my salty flesh.
Fuuuuuuuuuck.
I grinned back. Feeling…feeling. Shy, almost. Boyish. All those emotions I never got to feel when I was actually at the correct age to explore them.
We stared at each other, grinning like two fools who just conquered the world.
Because we both managed to do something we didn’t think would ever be possible.
Fuck the fear and trauma out of one another.
We won. Not the rapists, and the abusers, and Igor, and that faceless asshole who took her that night.
We. Won.
We stayed like this—thrusting, bucking, arching, licking, laughing, until Lila turned serious. Her smile fell. She threw her head back and gave one sharp moan. She spasmed in my arms, her muscles clenching, ripples of goose bumps cascading down her perfect silken skin.
It was my cue to finally let go.
“I’m coming, sweetheart.”
She nodded, caressing my temples with a loving smile.
I came inside her, the satisfaction of doing so brutal.
I rolled over beside her as soon as I was finished, tossing an arm over my face.
We were quiet for a few minutes. Just panting and staring at the horrid, pink, starred ceiling.
She was the first to turn to me. “When can we do it again?”
I suppressed a laugh. “As soon as we get back home, I’m canceling my shit for the next forty-eight hours so we can practice.”
Her face lit up. “Good. It was fun.”
I wanted to agree but was too fucking stunned to do so.
She licked her lips, suddenly unsure. “You liked it, right?”
Oh, God, Gealach, if only you knew.
“That I did,” was all I could manage.
I put my hand over my mouth so she couldn’t see it but spoke the words audibly.
“You eejit bastard. You’re so fucking screwed.”
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When we returned to the table, the chatter quieted down and all eyes swung to us.
I had smoothed out my hair and suit to stoic perfection before we left her room, but Lila looked exactly like a woman who just got railed hard and fast while biting her childhood teddy bear’s bum to stifle the moans.
Her hair was in complete disarray, her dress unevenly flung over her legs, lips swollen, and makeup smeared.
We sat down in undignified silence in our seats and grabbed our cutlery. The food was cold, curling at the edges as it began to lose its freshness.
“Well, this is…” Enzo blew out a breath, chuckling good-naturedly. “Definitely putting the nickname Deathless to the test. The fuck you doing, Callaghan?”
“Your sister,” I drawled, taking a sip of my wine. “Thought we were clear on that.”
Chiara looked ready to faint. Good. One less person to gawk at my wife.
“Ugh.” Enzo downed his wine like a shot. “I miss the person I was twenty minutes ago.”
“This really couldn’t have waited a couple hours till you got home?” Luca scowled.
Lila twirled spaghetti around her fork and slurped it, ignoring the chatter by setting her attention on her plate.
“What my wife wants, my wife gets.”
“Even if that thing is a dead husband at the dinner table?” Achilles mused.
I pinned him with a look. “I don’t remember stuttering.”
Lila giggled, reaching for her glass of sparkling water, and my chest filled with stupid, disgusting pride. Because I made her laugh. I made her orgasm and laugh. She better fucking like me, or else.
“Mother Mary, I truly lost her.” Chiara clutched her giant diamond necklace. “Nothing in this…this hussy in front of me resembles the sweet child I put in this man’s hands only a few months ago.”
“Call my wife a hussy one more time,” I challenged, continuing to eat my meal calmly, “and her pretty little pink dress will turn red.”
“Chiara, zip it,” Vello barked. “Callaghan—no more disappearing acts while you’re on my property, you understand?”
“Loud and clear.” I flashed him a soulless smirk. “Next time, I’ll stay here and do it right in front of you.”