Chapter 25 – Gabriella #3
“You’re running away,” I scolded myself.
So why did that thought hurt? Not as badly as the agony of my other scars, but it was there. I recognized it. It was supposed to be easy, leaving the world of mobs, crimes, and sin in the dust.
“If you stay, you can never….” The words died on my tongue. I couldn’t fathom the idea of not righting the wrong that had been done to me.
Closing the book and setting it on the coffee table, I rolled into the couch. Tears leaked from my eyes as I squeezed them shut. Running away meant building a future that would mend my broken heart. But now, it was painfully obvious that I was in danger of leaving a broken piece behind.
“You don’t love him, it’s too soon!” I protested. “You can’t go falling in love with someone just because they throw a scrap of attention your way. You learned that lesson once, don’t be stupid.”
Taking deep breaths, I forced myself to calm down…and ended up falling asleep.
Something wispy tickled the back of my neck. It was a smokey, translucent caress. In the suspended state of sleeping and wakefulness, I chased the shadowy tendrils, my lips moving to call it back.
I sat bolt upright, sucking air into my lungs. Storm was gone. In his place sat my masked husband.
“Creepy much?” I wheezed, flattening my hand on my chest.
Liam was sprawled in his chair, one long leg bent over the footrest. My gaze immediately snagged on the center of his pants. Right where the material strained.
“See something you like, cailín?” his lilting voice rumbled, almost a tease.
“No,” I grumped. “Just some stranger jacking off while I sleep.”
I regretted the words the moment I said them. He hadn’t been doing anything gross. How many times had I been desperately turned on around him? If I had to chance to watch him sleep, I would have a girl-hard-on too.
Liam shot to his feet and came at me with slow, deliberate steps. “I’m going to fuck the brat right out of you.”
His vicious promise sent a shudder of excitement through me.
“I’m not being a brat!” I protested.
Liam reached for me, tugging the jeans down my hips. Damn me, but I tipped my hips to help him.
“One, you interfered at the store.”
Oh, dio! He was counting.
“Two, you drive like a maniac.”
I lifted my arms as he wrenched the tee over my head. “I do not!”
“And three, you can’t say anything nice when you wake up.” His accent thickened, tongue rolling deliciously over the words. “I’m going to spank that pretty little arse until it’s cherry red.”
Horror washed through me. “Liam! No!”
I scrambled away.
I could run. I could find a door. Lock it. Barricade it until he calmed down.
Or maybe you just want him to chase you….
I dodged his grip. My feet hit the floor. A deep breath fueled my burst to safety.
Liam snatched me around the waist, kicked my feet out from under me, and tackled me to the floor. There was no running from him. No escape.
“I didn’t mean to be rude,” I choked, tasting a mouthful of the fuzzy rug.
“Yeah, well, any sin will do.” His knee pressed into my back and his hand—his hand raised and connected with my backside in a stinging swat.
I howled.
Humiliation flooded my cheeks. The words strangled in my throat. “You bastard!”
“See? You’re a wee brat with a fowl tongue.” Liam spanked me again. His palm massaged the stinging flesh. “To tell you the truth, I’ve been dreaming about paddling this sweet, juicy buttock since the first time I saw you.”
Another slap. The sound of his hand colliding against my skin ricocheted through the room.
“That’s sick,” I spat. “What kind of man wants to spank a woman? You’re twisted, Liam. Insane!”
“It is, cailín, but you like it,” he growled. “See this?”
He pulled the pink-striped, cotton bikini briefs to the side. Two fingers slid through my hot, drenched pussy.
“Your wee cunt weeps for me.” Liam pinched my clit between those fingers, gave it a tweak, and then pulled his hand away.
I swallowed a sob.
“Shall we count your sins, little bird?”
My body said one thing, my mouth another.
“Go to hell,” I raged.
Liam tsked his tongue and began to rain stinging blows on my backside.
Now that the shock had worn off, I realized this was some kind of game. A forbidden, decadent game. Liam wasn’t disciplining me. Well, maybe at face value. But he was exerting a rigid control over my body. It was like the dirty talk. This was dominant to the extreme, but he wasn’t going to hurt me.
The spanking?
O, dio sopra, the way his hand felt swatting my ass. It was so good. I was in danger of coming from that alone.
Liam paused, reaching out to caress my chin with his bare hand. “You know? I think I should spank you regularly. Until you crave the idea of bending over my knee and taking your penance, my sweet sinner.”
“That is never happening,” I seethed.
The words felt like a lie.
The look in his stormy eyes told me he knew.
Chuckling darkly, Liam peeled my panties down my thighs. A long, appreciative whistle blew through his lips. “Tomorrow, you are going to think of me every time you sit down.”
Liquid heat pulsed between my legs. I could feel my arousal coating the seam of my thighs.
This whole situation didn’t add up. A normal person wouldn’t spank their wife over her driving, over stopping a fight in the store, or for a rude, grumpy jab. But there was nothing normal about Liam. He’d just been looking for an excuse to spank me.
As his fingers brushed tenderly over my smarting skin, the tempting thought popped into my head that it might be fun to give him a real reason for the spanking next time.
You are in over your head!
There shouldn’t be a next time. I needed to leave. Soon! Before I was in danger of wanting to stay any more than I already did.
“Are you done now?” I taunted. “Or are there any other trumped-up charges you want to exploit for an excuse to punish me?”
I held my breath, hoping he’d take the bait.
The grey in his eyes darkened, turning them midnight. “Yeah, cailín, there’s something.”
Liam flipped me over. I struggled, because it was more fun that way, until he pinned my arms at my sides. Looming over me, he slowly unzipped his pants.
He wasn’t…he wasn’t going to fuck me?
I tried to free my arms, but his thighs pressed tighter.
Giving his cock a vicious tug, he cocked his head and stared at me. “You’re mine, Gabriella.”
A soft gasp escaped my lips. That possessive claim lashed against my ears, making my heart believe it.
Liam reached his bare hand toward me. “Lift your head.” I did. “Spit.”
I jerked back, but his fingers captured my chin.
“I said, spit,” he growled.
Of all the—
His fingers pushed against my lips.
I spat out of spite.
Liam caught the moisture, looked at it, and then proceeded to smear it on the hollow between my breasts. He unzipped his pants a moment later. That gorgeous cock sprang free.
Shocked, and slightly horrified, I watched as he positioned himself. My arms were still trapped at my sides. But now my breasts were pushed together, creating a channel for his rigid erection to slide between.
My pussy convulsed.
Thrusting his hips, Liam set a brutal pace. His thumbs brushed over the hard peaks of my nipples. Pleasure thrummed through me as he fucked my breasts.
His bare fingers came to my mouth again. “Spit.”
This time, he didn’t have to ask twice. I obeyed. In the distance, I could hear the nuns gasping in disgust. I was too turned on to care about the mental scolding.
This was freaking hot.
Liam groaned as his cock slid through the moisture. “These tits have been teasing me for weeks, cailín.”
I rubbed my thighs hungrily together. My hips strained to find friction.
There was none.
It would take the lightest touch on my clit to set me off at this point.
Liam continued to work his magic, edging me with only the brush of his thumbs on my nipples as his cock glided between the valley of my breasts.
“You’re teasing me,” I whimpered.
“Good.” His smirk was downright devious. “Maybe you’ll learn your lesson.”
I squeaked in protest.
Liam pressed my breasts tighter. There was hardly enough room between the pillows of flesh for his cock. “Jaysus, Mary, and Joseph, you feel so good.”
My hips bucked, my legs twisted! Liquid heat seeped from my center.
But the beast was relentless. He kneaded my breasts as he held them tight. His thumbs pressed and stroked my nipples. Pleasure burned through me.
“Liam!” I cried.
“I’m going to dream of this,” he promised.
Damn him, I would too.
Rearing back, Liam fisted his cock, pumped it viciously—once, twice—and tipped it down. Hot ropes of sticky seed shot over my bare chest.
I squirmed, trapped and unable to put it in my mouth. I didn’t realize until this moment how badly I wanted to swallow.
Breathing hard, Liam trailed a bare finger through the mess.
“I would clean you up.” His smile turned feral. “But you’re just too fecking pretty wearing my cum.”
With that, he rose. His gaze raked over my bare flesh, hungrily drinking in the sight of me. That thick, monster cock swung heavily between his legs. The masked devil might have just come all over me, but that didn’t make him go soft.
Despite myself, I preened at the knowledge. I didn’t let him see the effects of my inner sex goddess doing the happy dance. I scowled.
“Come to bed when you’re ready, Gabriella.”
I scoffed. “Maybe I’ll just sleep on the couch!”
Anger flashed in his stormy blue gaze, but Liam laughed darkly. “Try it. I’ve refilled the gas can.”
I let out a shocked gasp, which only made him smile. Whistling a tune, he sauntered away, zipping his erection back into his pants. Horny, enraged, a freaking mess, I laid on the ground for a few more heartbeats.
I’d been raised to think that sex was for procreation. It was supposed to be a natural act that produced a result.
Not something that provided this level of pleasure.
How wrong that supposition was!
This was how it should be. Carnal, messy, and hotter than any flame.
Who knew being married to a beast would be so much fun?
And how sad that other wives missed out on this intimate act by not exploring the possibilities of two bodies bound by a vow.
If I didn’t have to leave, I would be the luckiest girl alive.
But I was convinced my happily-ever-after didn’t involve staying the wife of the masked devil.
If only there was another way….