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"I was always meant to have all of ya, Maeve. I knew it the moment I laid eyes on ya in that shitty pub," he confesses and kisses my neck.
Adrenaline pools in my cells as tingles race down my spine.
Tynan states, "You've been a good lass for Daddy, haven't ya?"
"Yes," I answer.
"Tell Daddy to make ya come," he orders, slowing his pace.
I cry out, "Make me come. Please!"
He speeds up his thrusts. Then he buries his face in the curve of my neck, moaning, "Fuuuuuck."
His erection swells inside me, pushing me to a high unlike all the others.
A tidal wave of endorphins hits all my cells. Everything turns white. The room spins, and sounds fade for a moment.
He continues thrusting rapidly and groaning, never letting go of me while our bodies convulse against the other.
I cry out, "Oh God. How? What... Babes! Babes! Oh God!"
I open my eyes, and the Asian woman's breathing hard. The man is pressed against her, holding her neck firmly as they watch Tynan and me.
I'm still at Tynan's mercy. And I never thought I'd do this, be in a room like this, or watch people who also watch me.
To my surprise, I love it. I'm not ashamed. I don't care that they look at me in my most intimate moments. Everything about it seems beautiful.
Tynan turns my head back toward him. He once again slides his tongue into my mouth, circling it, making me feel like I'm suddenly the only woman in the room.
He retreats, and the smell of sex grows more intense. "Fuck. Ya always make me come hard, princess."
Pride fills me. It hits me how much I want to please him.
He reaches up, laces his fingers through mine, and kisses me more. Then he unclasps the restraints and massages my arms as he slowly lowers them over his shoulders.
I put every ounce I have into our kisses, still slightly dizzy.
He murmurs in my ear, "This is why I don't want any other women. You're better than any of them. Do ya understand me?"
I swallow hard and blink a few times to regain my focus.
He sternly states, "I mean it, Maeve. It's you and me. No one else. And I don't want to be questioned again. Do ya understand me?"
I nod, exhausted, still limp, unsure how he can give me so much pleasure in a short span of time.
He gives me a chaste kiss on the lips and carries me over to a couch. He sits down and keeps me straddled around him. He wraps his arm around me. One hand holds my head to his chest, and the other caresses my back. In a low voice, he praises, "You did better than I thought, lass. You really are the real deal."
Pride shoots through me. He seems sincere. And I don't think my husband is a liar. He's always been honest with me. So his compliment has to be real.
He kisses the top of my head.
I slowly look up.
He adds, "This is the world I live in. Now you've seen it. I'd tell ya there's no going back, but I think ya already know that, don't ya?"
My mouth waters. All I want to do is kiss him some more. But instead, I nod as a new realization hits me.
I'm an addict, just like my da.
