Page 32 of The Recluse Heir


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Motherfuck—

My brain stalled.

My control snapped.

I grasped the front of her dress, dragging her up to me while my other hand wrapped around the base of her head, keeping her in place. Slanting my mouth over hers, my tongue pushed past her lips. She tasted of rose water and sugar rolled into one. My tongue lashed inside, like a roving marauder, seeking to taste every inch. She opened up to me like my good little girl, meeting my assault with a strike of her own.

Letting go of her, my hand snaked down and grasped her ass cheek. I moaned into her mouth as I took hold of the supple flesh. It felt fucking divine and so damn right. I palmed the slit of her dress, yanked it away, and placed my hand on her hot skin.

I was touching her skin, and holy fuck, nothing felt better. My fingers dug into her bouncy ass, my middle finger curving inward and so damn close to her back entrance. The heat of it was burning the tip of my finger.

There was a roar from a crowd outside, breaking into my trance. Fuck. We were practically in public with my little brother around the corner. I tore her mouth apart one more time before pulling off her.

Glaring at her, I gave her tight ass a sharp slap. “No more going out alone.”

Her eyes flashed. She nipped at my chin.

This woman was twisting my insides, but she had to learn who was boss.

I gave her another smack, this time a touch harder.

She let out a sharp gasp.

“Do you hear me? Answer me,” I demanded, nostrils flaring. “No more dresses like this.” We had bigger problems than her damn dress, but I clung to the one thing I could control.

She gave a short nod, followed by a small whimper that almost buckled my knees.

Christ, I’m trying to do right.Everything inside me screamed to wrap my arms around her. And then pound into her against the wall and make her mine. Make her mine. Make her mine. The words pounded into my brain like the staccato rhythm of drums at the start of a battle. Once they entered my consciousness, there was no beating them back. They took hold like amped-up, mutant plants in fertile soil, like Jack and the Beanstalk on steroids.

Fuck it.I swooped back down and captured her mouth again, taking and using it as if it was my own personal toy to mouth fuck.

She melted against me, feeding off the succor I provided. Pushing her chest out, she rubbed her high little tits into me. I slammed her into the wall, the wallpaper rasping against my knuckles as I ground into her. This girl undid me like no other. My cock was as hard as stone, and she scraped her belly against it, moaning into my mouth. That luscious sound reverberated down my body to my balls. I was about to spill like a damn teenager just from dry humping her.

I needed this woman under me like I needed my next breath, and I sure as hell wasn’t going any further here. All hell would break loose if we were caught before I finished what I intended to do.

“We’re leaving,” I snarled.

“W-what?” she whispered, blinking up at me, the haze of lust dissipating as she focused on what I had said.

“We’re leaving. You’re coming with me,” I pronounced.

“What about Jewel and…” she hesitated and swallowed, probably scared to say his name out loud.

“Nicu? Fuck him. You’re coming with me, Cat. This is happening,” I declared.

My hands still on her, I turned her around and pressed her back to my front, nestling my pike-hard cock right between her ass cheeks and said, “Go out there and tell Jewel that you’re leaving while I talk to my brother.”

She twisted her head over her shoulder, wide eyes searching mine. “Do you mean w-what I think you mean?”

“The blood bond? Fuck yes, I do, woman. You’re mine,” I rasped. I’d never spoken truer words. Despite the lust coursing through my veins and guilt pounding inside my head, an inexplicable peace permeated my soul. I was clearheaded and the path in front of me was illuminated like flares on a runway. I always assumed marriage wasn’t for me, but I had seized on something that was as awe-inspiring as it was frightening. And that thing was…hope.

Hope.

Insane as it was, I let it flare in my chest, growing brighter by the moment. Turning Cat around, I placed the flat of my hand on the center of her back and propelled her forward. This was fucking happening.

We returned to the booth, and she immediately asked Jewel to go to the bathroom with her.

Leaning against the banquette, I addressed Nicu, “Cat doesn’t feel well. I’m taking her home. Do you mind watching over her friend and driving her back to her place when she’s ready to leave?”

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