Chapter 24
AISLYNN
My heart was full as I linked arms with my mammy and walked the length of the clubhouse bar toward Pagan.
I glanced to my left and smiled at Tristan, who grinned back at me and mouthed one word.
Beautiful.
I felt beautiful too, and in that moment, I sent thanks to God that my mammy had such good taste in wedding dresses and that I was the same size as she was when she married my daddy.
She’d kept her dress—as was traditional for Irish ladies—to give to me to either wear or customize when my time to get wed came.
There was nothing I would have changed about it, even if I’d had the time.
Mam’s (or now my) dress was long, satin, fitted, and white. No fuss, and no embellishments, just off-shoulder capped sleeves that showed off my diamond collar (or choker as Mam called it) to perfection.
My hair was loose and wild, the way Pagan liked it, and my makeup was natural with the same dark red lip that I’d worn to Vortex for Maeve’s bachelorette party.
Mam had given me Daddy’s wedding ring to give to Pagan because she knew I didn’t have time to get one for him, and because she also knew it was what Da would have wanted.
I beamed at Pagan, who waited by the bar for me with his boys and Murphy. They were dressed identically in their black dress pants and black shirts, grinning at me as I walked slowly toward them to the sound of Enya’s “Only Time.”
The guys had decorated the place with as many white flowers and creeping ivy as they could get on short notice. Mam had picked me up a small bouquet from Lucy Bloom’s shop on the way up, together with a few white roses for the men to pin to their button-downs.
I never imagined a clubhouse wedding could be so beautiful, but then I should have known that Pagan would do everything he could to make it special. He may have been an asshole, but he had a soft heart when it came to his boys and me.
We drew close to Pagan, and Mam gave him my hand to take. “Look after my girl,” she ordered, her tone steely. “Or I’ll take my frying pan to you, I will.”
Pagan grinned almost boyishly, his eyes never leaving mine as he rasped, “Always.”
Murphy beamed at us and started the ceremony.
A few minutes later, Pagan slid a diamond and platinum claddagh ring onto my finger, and then I watched his eyes mist over when I pushed my da’s gold and dark blue sapphire one onto his.
Exactly one minute later, Murphy’s mischievous brown eyes darted between our faces as he declared, “I now pronounce you man and wife.”
A squeal left my throat as strong hands planted under my ass and hauled me into the air. I landed over Pagan’s shoulder, and a hard slap landed on my ass cheek.
“Time to pop that cherry, bitch,” my husband muttered so softly that only I could hear the words.
I pounded his back. “Put me down.”
He chuckled and began to carry me toward the stairs to the roars, howls, and wolf whistles of his club.
I lifted my head up until my eyes caught Mam’s. “Don’t just stand there. Help me!” I yelled at her.
Her mouth thinned, and she shook her head at me disdainfully. “You married the mad yoke. You'd better get used to it. That bastard won’t give you a moment’s peace.” Her mouth relaxed, and her eyes twinkled at me. “But at least I’ll get a load of grandbabies.”
Pagan barked a laugh as we ascended the stairs to his room. “Carry on with the party, brothers,” he yelled behind him. “We might be a while.”
Another roar went up, and I watched Mam point out the sign of the holy cross over her chest before she turned to Rex and Roman with a beaming smile.
“Have you ever had Yorkshire puddings, boys?” I heard her ask them as we hit the top step and rounded the corner. “I’ll tell ya what, you’re in for a treat.”
“You’re a bastard,” I gritted out.
Pagan threw open his door, slapped my ass again, and declared, “Yep.”
His hands went to my waist, and he dumped me on the mattress before pulling his shirt over his head and toeing off his boots and socks. Then he pushed his pants and shorts down to reveal his long, hard, thick cock.
My throat went dry, and I whispered, “Jesus.”
Pagan planted a knee on the mattress and moved up the bed. He went to the drawer and pulled out the gold chain before hooking it to the O-clip on my collar and attaching it to the headboard.
The zipper of my dress was lowered within seconds, and Pagan proceeded to drag the dress down my body, waiting for me to arch my back so he could slip it off and drape it over the edge of the bed.
He stared down at me in my barely-there, white lace thong and made a sound deep in his throat. “Thank fuck for tradition,” he said huskily before his hands went to the string at the sides and tore them apart.
My nipples tingled, and I tensed as his huge hands cupped and roughly rubbed my breasts, the ache from his touch only making me more wet.
Pagan’s touches made my skin burn. I moaned, the heat from his body warming mine as he pushed himself closer, his big, hard cock pressing against my thighs.
Goose bumps covered my skin, following the roughness of his fingers as he moved them through my hair at the root before rolling me onto my back. His growl was deep and low, and the vibration from his muscular chest made my clit pulse with need.
“You make me feel so good,” I breathed.
Fingers traced over my pussy, finding my sweet spot, and pressing down, making me spread my legs further as instinct took over and my body begged for more.
“Gonna fill that tight little cunt up, baby,” Pagan rasped, his deep voice filling the room. “You’re so fuckin’ stunnin’.”
The ache between my legs intensified as his fingers thrust inside me. “So fuckin’ wet for me,” Pagan muttered against my throat, his fathomless dark eyes hooded with need. He nuzzled my nose, and then I shivered as his lips trailed down my cheek and neck.
Pagan moved his massive body over mine, maneuvering between my legs. Getting to his knees, he looked up at my body. His stare conveyed exactly what I was about to get, and how I was about to get it, and I shivered in anticipation.
His hands slid up my thighs, and he threw one over his shoulder, followed by the other, before he dipped his head.
I arched my back as he lowered his mouth to my pussy, latched onto my clit, and sucked hard. My moan was guttural as I felt his lips tug me into his hot mouth, his tongue pressing hard against my clit.
I cried out loud.
“Fuck, yeah,” he muttered against me, the vibration of his voice almost making me pass out with pleasure before his thumb hit my clit and his tongue began to work me harder.
My thighs trembled, and I pushed my body against his mouth, rocking my hips. Arching my back, instinct took over, and I grabbed his smooth head, holding his mouth against my pussy while I chased my orgasm.
“I’m gonna come,” I cried.
Still licking me, he looked up, and our eyes locked. “In my mouth, Dubheasa.” His eyes sliced back to my pussy, and he went back to work, sucking and gently nipping my clit with his teeth
Two fingers slid inside me, and he opened me up in a scissoring motion.
My pussy clamped down, and I let out a scream as a blazing orgasm ripped through my body.
Strong fingers dug into my hips, pulling me closer as he ate me through it. He bit down gently on my clit as my climax reached its peak.
My hips jerked uncontrollably. I whimpered as I kept on coming, and I felt Pagan’s arm fall across my stomach, holding me down as I pulsed into his mouth.
“Fuck, baby,” he muttered, pulling away and sliding up my body. My legs fell from his shoulders, and he hooked one around his hip before positioning his cock and thrusting inside.
I cried out sharply as a burning pain seared through me.
“Fuuuuck,” he moaned. “You’re so fuckin’ tight.”
My eyes flew open, and I stared into the dark eyes staring into mine. Pagan’s jaw was set, and his forehead creased with concentration as he fucked his cock hard into me.
I thought he’d go gentle on my first time, but he didn’t. My man was brutal, and he rooted deep inside with a long moan.
He dipped his head and dropped a kiss on my lips, muttering, “So fuckin’ hot and tight, baby. Wettest little cunt I’ve ever had.”
He went up on one elbow and stared down at where we were joined. “Look at that,” he urged.
My eyes cast downward at the sight of his cock moving inside me, my gaze focusing on the pink smear streaked across it.
“You’re mine now,” he bit out, the sight of my blood making his hips piston with increasing ferocity. “You’re never leavin’ me again. I’ll hunt you down if you try.”
I got it then, the thing in his eyes that I could never work out: obsession. It would always be this way, but I didn’t care. I wanted him to be obsessed with me the same way I was with him. I hadn’t done everything I’d done and gone to hell and back, only for him to one day let me go.
My pussy suddenly clenched, and slowly the burning pain began to subside.
He must have felt the change in me because he fucked me brutally, like a savage, and I gave back as much as I could. My pussy burned, but I didn’t care. I wanted the pain and the burn; I needed it even, just so I knew he was inside me, giving me everything that was rightfully mine.
I arched under him, and my nails dug into the muscles of Pagan’s arms, holding onto him as he drove into me. He lowered his head and bit my shoulder, then sucked on my neck, just above his diamond collar, before moving onto my throat and doing it again.
My pussy clenched around his cock, and he cursed. My walls felt bruised and battered as he kept powering, over and over, inside me. Still, through his savagery, I could feel my pleasure building.
His driving thrusts stretched me out, creating an ache that felt so good. Pagan’s cock felt huge, too big in fact, but instinctively, I began to rise up to match his rhythm.
Pagan pushed up on both palms, arms locked as his body hovered over me.
We weren’t touching at all except for his cock pounding me hard.
“Your pussy’s grippin’ me so good, baby.
” He powered into me, sliding his hands under to cup my ass and tilting me to take him deeper. “Fuck me back. Take it all, baby.”
“Aiden,” I whispered. “It’s too much.”
“Give. A. Fuck,” he bit out between thrusts.
“You wanted this—you wanted me, so you’re gettin’ it all, and you’ll take it the way I wanna give it.
” His jaw clenched tighter, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head as I pulsed around his cock, not even understanding that I was about to come again until it hit me out of nowhere.
I shrieked as my pussy clamped down hard on him, and I called out his name. It felt as if I were being catapulted into the air as my body wrenched with the force of my orgasm.
“Fuck, yeah,” he muttered, watching me as I climaxed. “Look at you. Goddamned stunnin’.”
I shuddered, writhing with pleasure as my body slowly came back to Earth.
I let out a sigh, then shrieked as Pagan pulled out and dragged my hips up, tilting my ass in the air as he thrust back inside.
He leaned over and planted a kiss on my shoulder.
“My turn,” he rasped, circling his hips and grinding his cock into me from behind.
His massive hand covered mine on the mattress, and he entwined my fingers with his and murmured, “Mine.”
He began to drive his cock into me again, starting slow that time and building it up. It wasn’t long until his grunts got louder and his strokes more powerful.
My pussy was so sensitive that I felt him thicken and swell inside me. “I’m gonna come,” he muttered. “Fuck yeah, Aislynn.”
His curses and mutters filled the air until he suddenly planted his cock deep and let out a long groan. I felt his dick pulsing, and I moaned at the sensation of his warm cum filling me deep.
Pagan’s hips jerked out of control, and his grunts got louder. His orgasm seemed to go on forever until eventually, his strokes slowed and he began to glide gently as he milked the last of his cum.
Slowly, he pulled out and collapsed on the bed beside me, tugging me down as he went.
“Legs don’t work,” he croaked, by way of explanation, then he took my hand in his and slid his other arm around my shoulders, drawing me close.
With our legs entwined and our fingers laced together, I couldn’t help but heave out a satisfied sigh.
Pagan cracked one eye open. “You okay? I know I fuck hard.”
I beamed a smile. “I’m good.”
He grinned down at me with pure love in his eyes, and my belly warmed.
“Quick sleep, then shower, then we go back down to our weddin’,” he muttered.
“Okay,” I breathed, shooting Pagan a dazzling smile before snuggling into his muscular, tattooed chest, with his lucky shamrock over his heart.
Nine months before, I lost my beloved da, and I was heartbroken.
Then a rough, bullheaded, stubborn, obsessed outlaw sauntered into my life and turned it upside down.
Pagan took away my pain, and even though it hadn’t been easy, he’d kick-started my heart and turned my grief into an awakening.
He’d awakened a part of me that, before him, I was too scared to acknowledge.
Our love might be messy and toxic, but it was us.
I was his obsession.
Whatever happened, I’d always be his, and that was good because Pagan would always be mine, too.
Till death do us part.