Page 12 of Stolen Obsession


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“Words, Bailey.”

“Yes, sir,” I breathed.

“Good girl.”

My fucking traitor pussy clenched at those two words.

Hussy.

My hands gripped his shoulders as my legs shook. His fingers rubbed me furiously, causing pleasure to roll through my body like a tidal wave. Just before it crested, he stopped.

He chuckled at the small whimper that left my lips, then brought his fingers to his mouth, tasting me.

“Delicious, my little whore.” He pulled me out of the shower’s spray, ignoring my attempts to shove him off. I was not his whore. Growling, he spun me around and slammed his palm into my ass.

What in holy hellfire?

“Enough,” he growled. “Stand still, or I’ll do more than spank your pert ass.”

Some of the fight had left me when he’d spanked me like an errant child. I nodded, chastised, hoping that if I played along just a bit longer, I’d be free of this prison. All I had to do was wait.

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Bailey’s skin was slippery from the water and soft beneath my touch as I let my hands explore her lush curves. This woman’s body was built for sex. She stood several inches shorter than me, the top of her head barely reaching my shoulders.

I reached behind her, noting the slight flinch when I leaned in and grabbed the bottle of shampoo. She would come to learn that, although I would punish her, I would never hurt her or beat her. That wasn’t something my family stood for.

Turning the bottle upside down, I emptied some into my palm before massaging the lather into her hair and scalp. She was stiff beneath my ministrations, her arms tight against her chest, muscles clenched. Once I was sure her hair was clean and vomit free, I dipped her head beneath the stream of water until it was completely rinsed and started on the body wash.

“You’re so fucking soft,” I whispered, once again exploring her body, massaging the soap on to her shoulders and arms. Her breasts were next, and I took my time, gently kneading each one, rubbing my thumbs over her petal-pink nipples until they were standing at attention.

Bailey hadn’t said a word, but her breathing picked up, her body subtly shifting as I toyed with her. I let one hand continue working her breasts while I slid the other between her legs.

“Open for me,mo fraochÚn beag.”

She resisted at first, clenching her legs together tightly. Sighing, I pinched her inner thigh. A small squeal of surprise fell from her beautiful lips as she tightened her thighs against my intrusion.

“Remember, Bailey,” I reminded her as I cupped her sex. She let out a soft moan. I doubted she even realized what she had done. “Good girls get rewarded. So open your legs.”

A beat hung in the air between us. The conflict was written across her face, plain as day. This woman may have been one of the city’s best reporters, but she hung her emotions out to dry for everyone to see. With a small sigh, she parted her legs willingly.

Licking my lips, I stared down between us. She had a soft triangular patch of hair leading down to the cleft of her pussy, which was neatly shaved. Just how my brother and I liked it. Neither Seamus nor I prescribed to a completely shaved snatch. Made a woman’s pussy look like a naked mole rat.

Running my hands over her pussy, I gently cleaned her before caressing them across her lush, pert ass.

God. The things this woman does to me without knowing.

I’d been prepared to do my duty when I saw her in the alleyway. She was a witness. A loose end. We rarely took out women, but a reporter was different. They were sharks in the water and couldn’t easily be threatened or bribed.

Then she’d fought back. The second she took a swing at me, I was a goner. My cock had never been harder.

I’d fucked plenty of women, but it was more for release than anything else. I’d never held any type of connection with them, and I rarely saw a woman more than once. I dipped my fingers in the crease of her ass. Bailey tensed before her body relaxed slightly.

“Good girl,” I praised her as I slipped a finger into her tight hole. The beautiful girl whimpered but made no attempt to stop me or push me away as I plunged my finger slowly in and out.

Damn, she was tight. She would need to be trained before we could stick our cocks in her ass. It was a tight fit with just one finger.

“Now,” I spun her around until her breasts were pressed against the heated tile wall, ass rubbing against my hardened member, “come for me,a mhuirnín.”

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