Page 144 of Inflict

Connor finally relaxed a bit, but unfortunately, his attention was quickly overtaken by the fact Evelyn’s robe had opened up under his handling. She was gripping the bannister with both hands, not even bothering to cover the black lace, full-body lingerie that did very feckin’ little to cover her body.

He ran his hands over her bare thighs, barely stopping himself from letting them wander toward the scrap of lace covering her sex and up her stomach.

“Tell me this has something to make your cunt easily assessable, because I would hate to cut it off you right now,” he muttered low.

Evelyn laughed a breathy sound. “It’s crotchless, so yes.”

Connor was sure the groan that came out of his mouth was inhuman. “There is a God.”

“Oh?”

He nodded. “And I think He loves me.”

“We don’t have time—”

Connor scoffed, stopping whatever she was going to say instantly. “We have time; we have plenty of time. We will always have time, lass.”

“Connor.”

“Turn around, bend over, get your arse and pussy high, and I’ll be nice enough to gag you quiet so no one else in this church hears you. Argue with me again, and I’ll let your feckin’ screams echo while I ride you like you need to be, love.”

Evelyn’s cheeks pinked as her lips popped open. “You wouldn’t dare.”

He met her gaze, lust and sin dancing in his mind. “Don’t test me. Bend over.”

“Connor, this is a church, you ass—”

Well, that was enough of that.

“Mouthy wee lass today, aren’t you?”

In less than fifteen seconds, Connor had Evelyn stripped of her robe, turned and bent over the bannister, and his pants down around his hips. The lingerie suit had nothing to cover her body from her cunt, to half way up her pert arse. It made it rather easy to kick her legs wide, get his cock between her thighs, and thrust home.

He muffled her first shout of surprise with his hand, but that wasn’t going to work when all he wanted to do was ride Evelyn to feckin’ heaven. He needed both hands for that, or rather, he needed them for some kind of support. He used that robe of hers, twisted into a rope to gag her, knotted it around his fist, pulled her head back and went to town.

Making love was one thing.

They were almost never soft, slow and sweet.

They preferred fast, hard, and brutal.

He didn’t think the fact they were getting married, and in a church, was going to make much of a damned difference to that, so he didn’t go easy on her. Each snap of his hips pushed Evelyn into the bannister, but every single time, she backed her beautiful arse right back into his groin, her silent way of demanding more. He pulled her gag tighter, thrust deeper, and watched the water rush to her eyes as her shaking increased.

There it is …

“No time, my feckin’ Irish arse,” he grunted into Evelyn’s ear. “You’re about to come already, aren’t you? You never have any control when you’re riding my cock.”

He didn’t really need her to answer—the spasm inside her cunt, contracting tight around his cock as she broke a manicured nail against the bannister, was more than enough for him.

He’d always have time for this.

He’d always make time for it.

Evelyn never looked sweeter than when she was blissed, properly rode, and feeling it all over, long after it was done. This wasn’t going to be the exception.

“Take it like I know you can,” Connor said as he picked up his pace, his own orgasm coming on rather fast. “Take my cock until it damn well hurts, Evelyn, just how you like it.”

She did, coming again before he finally emptied himself into her clenching pussy while burying his teeth into the back of her neck like the feckin’ animal he was. She was shaky and dazed as he pulled from her body and turned her around, laying another hard kiss to her mouth.