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His cockiness knew no bounds, but there was a certain sexiness in such bold self-confidence. He knew what he wanted, and that was me.
I had to admit I liked it.
The week passed slowly, and my townhome came to life with a wide variety of flowers in almost every room. He sent me expensive lingerie, decadent chocolates from Belgium, and a beautiful pair of dangling diamond and emerald earrings.
When I called Kieran to ask about the building bratva threat, he was already well-appraised of the situation. He confirmed that word on the street was that the two families had united in marriage after all. We talked about what that might mean for us for a few minutes before I asked him about the Kavanaghs. He also verified the information about the killing of Shane’s father several weeks ago.
“Shane is the head of the Kavanagh family now, Ada. He holds a great deal of power and responsibility in his role,” he said softly.
I could hear Leah cooing the baby in the background. Their son was just a few months old now, and her daughter Emma was singing somewhere around them. My brother’s home was so much different than it was a year ago, but it was a beautiful sort of chaos that made my heart happy to be a part of.
I didn’t tell him about Shane’s idea of marriage. I knew he wouldn’t pressure me either way, but it just seemed like something I wanted to decide on all on my own.
When I hung up the phone, I felt no closer to figuring out what I wanted than when I had left Shane’s place. That Thursday night, I stayed at home and another batch of flowers were delivered to my front door, along with a full Italian dinner of lasagna, cheesy garlic bread, and Tuscan wine. The note was hidden among the rose petals, and I pulled it out, a little impatient to know what he was thinking, and not at all trying to find out where he might be hiding. I wanted to see him again.
Meet me at Murphy’s tomorrow night. Wear a dress for me, my beautiful bride.
My heart hammered in my chest. Unable to quell my annoyed arousal, I distracted myself by carrying the food inside before coming back to fetch the flowers. I sat down at my dining room table and ate right out of the container as I stared down at the note.
He was putting the ball in my court. Either I could meet him there tomorrow, or I could choose not to go, but that wasn’t the only thing to think about. I could wear a dress, or I could openly defy him. One, to see what he might do, and two, to really understand if he was the type of man that would expect unquestioning obedience from me, because that was something he was likely never going to get.
My thighs clenched together and my core squeezed tight. I had gone without pleasure all week, wanting to keep my vow not to touch myself while thinking about him, but also wanting desperately to come as I fantasized about that thick, long cock taking me in all sorts of wicked ways deep in the shadows of the night.
My neediness was making me increasingly frustrated and a bit sulky, but the food went a long way in making me feel better. I’d heard of the restaurant he’d ordered it from. The family that owned it had moved here only a few years ago from the northern part of Italy, and from what I’d heard, they’d made a killing sharing their traditional take on food. With every delicious bite, I could see that the rumors were, in fact, one hundred percent true.
I got up and uncorked the wine, pouring myself a glass. It was a fruity, slightly tart, full-bodied wine that paired perfectly with the meal he had chosen for me, and I knew that wasn’t an accident on his part. By the time I finished, my appetite was satisfied, but the need between my thighs wasn’t.
Then it will just make it even hotter for me when you get so needy for my cock that you ask me to take you again.
The sound of his husky voice echoed in my ear like he’d said those words to me only yesterday. I didn’t want to admit it, but I wanted him. I yearned to feel his breath against my throat, his hands on my body, and his cock between my legs once again.
Lusting after a man like this was a bizarre feeling for me. There was a part of me that felt ashamed to be desiring him in this way, but I was a woman, and I had needs just like anyone else. With a harsh sigh, I put the leftovers in the fridge and grabbed the bottle of wine and my glass so I could head upstairs to take a nice, long bath.
It did nothing to lessen my need. If anything, being naked just made it worse. I sipped at the wine and eventually dressed in my pajamas and made my way to bed, deciding that I’d had enough for the day.
In a moment of weakness, I reached down and pressed my fingers into my panties. My wetness had reached a shameful level, and I slowly circled my fingers over my clit as I contemplated the absurdity of my solitary vow not to think about him when I came by myself in my own bed.
Annoyed and sulky with my disconcerting arousal, I snatched my hand away and turned over in a huff. It took a long time to fall asleep that night, but when I woke, I blushed, knowing I’d been dreaming about him taking me over his knee for a hard spanking before he took me to his bed for an even harder fucking.
I groaned, pressing my hand to my forehead.
I was fuckinghopeless.
CHAPTER6
Ada
I decided that I would go to the pub that night after all, but in a direct challenge to his word, I didn’t wear a dress like he’d asked me to. I decided on a sleek grey and black pinstripe pantsuit, one that made a statement the moment I walked into the room. For my makeup look, I went with a strong, no nonsense smoky eye and winged eyeliner. I put on my best red lipstick before I headed out the door.
My driver was waiting for me. The drive to Murphy’s took only a few minutes, but every second ticked by so slowly, it was as if time had stood still. Eventually, my car pulled up in front of the pub, and I tried to keep myself calm as I climbed out of the car so that I didn’t reveal just how much restless anticipation was circulating in my veins.
This time, Shane was already there ahead of me. I noticed he was wearing another marvelously fine Tom Ford suit, a sharp black matte one with a satin lined collar. His tie was a deep forest green that looked suspiciously close to the color of my irises, and I wondered if that was something he had done on purpose.
He didn’t seem like the type of man that leaned on coincidence.
I sat down beside him, casting my gaze to the side as I watched his eyes move up and down my body. There was no frustration or resentment apparent in his expression at not finding me in a dress like he’d requested. If anything, I could see a tiny hint of pride in his confident stare, and that was empowering in and of itself.
“Would you allow me to buy you a drink tonight?” he asked, his voice as buttery and seductive as I recalled. My nipples pebbled with excitement, still safely encased inside my bra, although I was hopeful that they wouldn’t remain that way all night.
