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I wander into the bedroom, clean and smooth, wearing my T-shirt, the one I stuffed into my bag after the coffee meeting. My laptop and school bag sit on the bed. On the nightstand sits a dish of fruit and my espresso.
He really wants me to move into his bedroom. I have to prove I can be trusted. Sneaking off on Christian was wrong. Going to the club when Kieran told me not to was also wrong.
Kieran’s punishment hardly hurt me. Last night and this morning were amazing. Sex was nothing like I had expected. It was better. Kieran made it better. I felt how he restrained himself, and that forced him to be gentle with me. Brought him down to my level, where we were equal. That part meant everything to me. Then he ramped it up, forcing me to his level. Just a little by probing my butt. God, that felt amazing.
I exhale, knowing it’s time to behave. Papa always threatened that something terrible could happen to me, and I laughed it off because, growing up, things were relatively peaceful. With Stasia missing, my mother killed, and someone coming at me with a knife, it’s all finally resonating.
I’m sitting on the bed with my laptop when Kieran comes out of the bathroom wearing only that damn towel, and my breath goes still.
Oh, mio Dio,my Nana used to say.
What a body that man has. Is he even real?
I sit back and stare at him, feeling my pussy—my very sore pussy, by the way—throb for him. Again. What is it about him? He calls it the c-word.
“Cunt,” I whisper to myself, and it feels liberating.
He told me flat out he wants to have sex with me every night, maybe during the day, too, until I’m pregnant. I’m not ready to tell him no. It’s too soon. Things are too raw, especially after last night. He’ll think I want to leave him, and I’ll never step foot outside this house again.
I just need time.
I have one more batch of unopened pills on hand. And a few months before I graduate. I need more pills.
Kieran drops the towel, and any and all thoughts about birth control leave my head immediately.
I give up on my schoolwork and watch him put lotion on his face in the mirror. His ass is perfectly round and looks hairless, even though he’s covered in soft coils of light brown hair. The Irish are fair in skin tone, but Kieran’s dark brown hair makes him stand out. The oldest O’Rourkes have dark hair, like Fergus, their father. Then there’s Eoghan and Balor, whose hair leans to a sandier blond. From what I saw in pictures, the twin brothers, who live out west, are golden blonde like Clara. Shea is naturally dark-haired like Kieran but gets blonde highlights that complement her fair skin.
Kieran turns to put on a pair of briefs. His cock isn’t erect, but it’s thick and long, hanging from a very powerful and taut pelvis. “See something you like, wife?”
“Do you?” I spread my legs for him to inspect that my sex is glistening for him again.
He struts over, his dress shirt hanging open lazily, and lays a kiss on my thigh. “Àlainn,beautiful.” He growls against my skin. “Mine.”
“Considering what you did to me all night, I’d say I was yours.”
“Smart mouths get fucked with a cock.”
Promise?I don’t voice that because I know he’ll make good on it. Shit, I have to catch my breath. I hop off the bed and grab his tie, making the knot for him. “What about our date?”
“Am I planning it, or you?” His spicy cologne makes me feel warm and gooey down in my belly.
“You’re the man. It’s a date. It’s up to you to plan.” I smooth the tie under the gold and diamond bar clip. The matte-gold cufflinks shine with diamond-encrusted raised initials. KO. He is the most polished, beautiful man with a dangerous edge who makes my already wet pussy even more drenched.
“All right, wife.” He steps back, deflating me.
I was hoping for another kiss.
Grrrr.
“Let me look at my schedule, and my first night free—”
“And no going to your club.” I hate how my voice cracks. “Right?”
He smirks. “There are other events I have at night during the week. Some of them at black sites,dealingwith people.” His voice goes cold, giving me a chill. “If I come home one night and take a shower right away, it’s to wash blood off me. Not perfume.”
“I see.”
“My first night free is yours.” He shoves a thin wallet made of leather I can smell across the room into his suit jacket.
