Chapter 24 #2
“I don’t know. I don’t think you’ve earned it yet.
Maybe you should get on your knees and beg for me.
” She says it with faux innocence, but there’s a spark of defiance in her twinkling eyes.
She’s teasing. Doesn’t believe I’ll do it.
When I don’t speak, she huffs a laugh and returns her attention to the closet—dismissing me.
I forget the shirt I’m buttoning up as I consider her words. It gapes open, buttons forgotten as I move to where she’s musing at her closet, now bursting with the purchases she’s been sneaking in since I gave her my AmEx card.
Catriona gasps when she twists to look at me and finds me right behind her. “That what you want, pet?” She shivers as I draw her back against my front. “You want your husband on his knees for you?”
She shoves me away with her shoulder, and I fist my hands at my side, so I don’t grab her in my eagerness. “That’s right.”
“Come here.”
She considers me for a long moment, then says, “No. But if you don’t threaten, intimidate, or murder anyone while we’re at dinner with the Baptistes tonight, then you can have your chance afterward.
If you do it well enough, maybe I’ll let you fuck me again.
Considering we may not make it through this week. ”
Don’t think about that.
I nip at her mouth until her hands climb up to twine around my neck. “I’ll behave.”
She shivers, and I don’t insult anyone that night.
Out loud.
After dinner, where I charmed the Baptistes—even Reggie, who was begrudgingly tolerant—I do my checks on the security team and make sure the coffee machine is prepped for Catriona’s lavender and honey latte in the morning, then go in search of her.
I find Catriona naked in our bathroom, leaning against the counter with an imperious eyebrow raised in my direction. As though I should have already been kneeling between her legs, and I’m disappointing her.
When I drop to my knees, she straightens, startled. I’ve never given her a reason to believe I’d be the sort of man who could beg. It never did a damn thing for me the few times I’d tried other than to make me look weak.
But she’s right.
Next week hinges on every detail falling into place perfectly. One wrong move and the results could be catastrophic. And I’m not willing to go to my grave with her not understanding the lengths I’d be willing to go for her.
Maybe it’s selfish.
Okay, considering my entire personality, it’s absolutely selfish.
“You look pretty like that,” she says, breaking me from my thoughts as she crosses the room to stand in front of me, looking like a goddess come to life. “But I’m not hearing a lot of begging.”
“I—” My throat clamps around the words. They’re too important. Too big. And I've never been the kind of man good with them.
My hesitation amuses her. “Huh. Need a little direction? That’s okay. Maybe I’m learning I like telling you what to do.” She threads her fingers through my hair lazily. “Why don’t you start by kissing my feet?”
I hold her eyes until the discomfort at the angle is too much, then I drop them.
Starting at her thighs, I scatter kisses over her skin, working my way down until I reach her delicate ankles.
The only thing I can hear is the sound of her erratic breathing and my heart beating in my ears.
And Cian’s voice, threatening everything I’ve cared about.
Folding down, I press my lips to her feet, feeling the strain in my back and my knees protesting the hard floors. But there isn’t anywhere I’d rather be.
“You’re surprisingly good at that,” she observes from above me.
I grunt in acknowledgment because I’m too busy kissing the tips of her perfect pink toes, then up the other foot.
“Up,” she directs, and reaches down to tug at my shirt.
I do, hiding a wince as my kneecaps grind into the floor.
Her hand cups my jaw. I’m level with her lower belly.
I can smell her arousal and want nothing more than to press my face into the cleft between her thighs, but I keep my head tilted back. “So obedient.”
I arch a brow. “Is that what you want?”
Her smile is slow, wicked. “You know what I want.”
Wrapping my arms around her thighs, I say, “No.”
Lips parted, she huffs, “What?”
“You heard me. There are no words I could say that you’d ever believe. No begging that could ever satisfy. But what I can do is worship at your altar. I can show you I repent every day for what I’ve done. That I won’t let anything ever happen to you again. No matter what.”
She contemplates me, a goddess observing her unworthy peasant. For a moment, I think she’ll tell me to go to hell, but then she tilts her head and says, “Good enough for now.”
But I know it’s not. Nothing will ever be.
Minutes later, she’s facing away from me in the shower, one foot propped on the stone seat, her hands on the wall so she can push back for every thrust. She’s mindless.
Needy. My palms are filled with the generous weight of her breasts as I pinch her nipples between my fingers.
Her moans echo off the tile, and it’s not until she flutters around me that I realize she’s got me inside her bare. Again.
“Condom,” I pant and pull out. “Fuck, let me—”
She reaches a hand around and grabs me by the dick.
Before I can choke out a protest, she fits me back inside her and takes me so deep I forget how to speak.
“You don’t need one. I have an IUD. I was tested before you, and I’m good.
And you know I know you are, too. You left the test results on my pillow a week after the wedding, where I’d find them. ”
I forget how to breathe. At my silence, she says, “So all I had to do to get you to shut up is fuck you bare? I would have done it a long time ago if I’d known.”
Fisting my hand in her blond locks, I yank her head back until her breath rasps from the effort. “You want me to make a mess of you like the little slut you are? Is that it? Want me to fill you up until I’m dripping out of you?”
“Make a mess out of me,” she gasps out. “Please come inside me. Please. I want it. Make me forget.”
There’s a desperation in her voice. One that’s not only from her desire to come. One that was present in her tentative smile all night. One that knows we’re walking into danger soon and may not make it out.
Unable to do this without looking in her face, I pull out, fit my arms under her thighs and gently slam her against the shower wall. When I slip back inside her, we both moan, and her nails bite into my shoulders as she tries to scrabble away from the intensity, but there’s nowhere for her to go.
“Trying to run away so soon? After making me beg for you, little wife?” I wrap my hands around her throat, a parenthesis of suggestion, and force her to look at me.
Always look at me. It’s the only way I truly know she’s thinking about me.
I don’t ever want her to look away. “You won’t ever get away.
I made you mine the day we said ‘I do’ and that’s not something that’s ever going to change. ”
Maybe I need to remind myself as much as I need to remind her after what happened. Perhaps we both need this more than I thought.
She constricts around me, her body seizing as she starts the climb toward orgasm. “Wait, Aiden, it’s too much. I don’t think I can take—”
“I’ll tell you what you can take.” I huff out a gasping laugh, feeling myself losing hold on the leash of my control. “Poor little baby girl, trying so hard for me. Taking me so deep in her perfect pussy. My dirty little slut.”
She tries to turn her face away again, her cries a dead giveaway that she’s overwhelmed, but I lock a hand around her jaw, keeping her in place.
I use my other hand to lightly slap her cheek, three times in rapid succession, ripping a startled gasp from her abused throat.
“You’re so close, aren’t you? Going to come all over my cock.
That’s right. Oh, don’t be so shy now. You’re gonna be so pretty when you do.
” Her cries fill my ears, and she thrashes against me, but I keep her pinned.
“Gonna fill this pussy up, but first I want you to give it to me. Give it to me, Catriona, or I’ll make you.
Fucking come on this dick, baby, so I can fill you up. ”
She arches beneath my grasp, and her pussy clamps down on my cock, drawing my orgasm from me and ripping a growl from my chest. “There you go, baby. Fuck yes.” I keep fucking her in long, deep strokes as I come. Imagining the thought of her growing full with our baby as I do.
“You’re mine,” I say, hand on her throat. “You’re mine, and I’m not ever going to let you go.”
It’s a promise. To her. To me.
A panicked feeling has me gripping her tighter.
Her blush is a violent red streak on the highest crests of her cheeks.
I should stop and check to see if she’s too sore, but I can’t.
My gaze drops to where I’m drilling into her, cock still half hard.
I’m covered in our cum, and it drives me a little mad.
I slap at the shower controls until the water shuts off and drop to my knees.
Catriona makes a sound of surprise, and then it turns into a moan as I seal my mouth over her dripping cunt.
“Aiden, oh my God. Please. I can’t come again.”
I nip at her inner thigh, the scent of us filling my nose. “One more for me, bhean chéile, I need you to come on my face.”
“I can’t do it,” she whimpers.
“You can. Or I can make you,” I answer as I lick the taste of us from her pussy. “Doesn’t matter to me.”