Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 93929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
He spanks me again and pulls my hair tighter. “Yes, I really can. You couldn’t keep it together. That’s a very bad girl.”
“Finn!”
He spanks me again and this time his fingers dip between my legs. I moan, eyes rolling back, as he strokes my pussy. The bastard alternates between spanking and teasing, his strong palm slapping against my bare ass before his deft fingers rub against my aching, needy clit. Each strike drives me wild until I’m burning with need for him.
“What did my brother say to you earlier?” he asks suddenly. He leans over me and I feel his cock stroking up against my soaking wet pussy. The bastard loves to drive me crazy.
“Noth…nothing… what?!” I moan with desperate need. “Why are you talking about that?! Please, just fuck me.”
“Not until you tell me.” He fists my hair and bites my shoulder. One hand roughly squeezes my breast and strokes my nipple. “What did he talk to you about?”
“He wanted… to know…” I push back against him, whimpering, pleading. “If I loved you!”
He pauses. His body goes stiff. I feel his cock almost pulsing against my pussy. God, he’s so hard, but now I’m terrified I said the wrong thing, but it’s the truth.
He kisses my shoulder. “What did you tell him?”
I turn around. Finn’s watching me carefully. His face is guarded. What should I say? Should I lie? Act like nothing’s different?
But he knows. Finn’s not stupid. He has to see it, plain as day, just like I do. I reach up and touch his cheek, stand on my toes, and kiss his lips softly, and right then, I’m sure. I’ve never been so sure in my life.
“I told him the truth.” I kiss him again. “I told him—”
“Wait.” He covers my mouth with his palm. I try to say, what the hell, but it comes out muffled. “No. Don’t.”
Tears threaten. Embarrassment floods me. Oh my god. I’m naked, trying to fuck him, trying to tell him that I love him, and he’s stopping me—
Because he doesn’t feel the same way. Because this is fake and it always was. Because he’s going to divorce me once my brothers are dead.
I sink backwards and look around wildly for my clothes. I need to get out of here. I need to run—
Finn doesn’t let me go. “Wait. Caroline. Hold on and listen.”
“It’s fine. You don’t have to say it.” I bite my tongue to stop myself from crying. This is so mortifying. “It doesn’t matter, okay? It doesn’t change anything. Can you just let me—”
He pulls my hips tightly. His cock’s still hard, which is a minor miracle.
“I wanted to say it first, damn it.”
That stops me. It’s like a train slams into my face. I feel dizzy from whiplash. “You wanted to… what?!”
His thumb brushes the tears from my face. He leans forward and kisses me. “I wanted to say it first. I love you, Caroline. I fell like a fucking stone the second I saw you in that sauna. I love you and I’m not letting you go at the end of all this.”
Relief floods me followed by a dizzying vertigo. He feels the same way. He really wants me as much as I want him. This thing we’re doing, this marriage, this romance, it’s not some arrangement we’re both tolerating.
It’s real. It’s good. It’s the best feeling I have in my life.
“I love you too.” I kiss him hard, throwing myself at him, because he’s the first person I’ve been able to be myself with. All my flaws, all my sickness, my brutality, my anger, my scars, my ugly truth, it’s all on display, and he still loves me.
We kiss for a long time until he gets tired of kissing, lifts me up, and fucks me on the island. I wrap my legs around his hips and come in wild cascades. I come for my husband. For the man I fell for. I come so hard I nearly break, and he fills me in return, like he’s finally letting go of a burden he didn’t even know he’d been holding.
I stroke my fingers down his back. I lean my face against his chest.
“This is our home, isn’t it?” I sound small and meek, but I don’t feel that way.
I feel fifty stories tall.
“Absolutely, unless you want something else. That can also be arranged.”
“No, thanks. I’m good here.”
“Good.” He brushes fingers through my hair. “And when it’s over? You’re staying.”
“I guess I’ll have to start ordering furniture.”
“Why?”
“Because this place seriously needs to be redecorated.”
He laughs and hugs me tight. I grin against his chest, eyelids fluttering. My stomach is warm and full. My core pulses to the beat of his heart.
We’re going to kill my remaining brothers, and after that?
Maybe we’ll renew our vows.
35
FINN
Malachy really is a pathetic mess. He’s practically twitching when I shove a file across the table and he snatches it up greedily.