Illicit Temptation (Astoria Royals #3)

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

Trace

I ’ve been feral for Shea all day. Burrowed inside her tight cunt, my dick aches for release. With her warmth around my length, I rub my finger around her tight hole. The way she lets me claim her in such a filthy way has my sight going hazy.

Someone respectable would wait until he gets his woman home. Only, my new apartment in Manhattan is too far away. Griffin gave me a luxury villa, one of the many Keller estates Griffin’s new lawyer is handing out like candy.

I’ll be rich, but Shea doesn’t need a rich man. She needs something no other man can give her. Unbelievable pleasure and control of her own life.

“Oh God,” she murmurs, keeping her voice down.

“I wouldn’t try to get the Almighty’s attention right now because then He’d see how filthy you are for me, princess.”

She lowers her head with white knuckles gripping the edge of the desk. Her throaty groans give way to a soft chirp of her voice.

“You okay, love?”

“ Now you care if I’m okay?” she sasses me, but hikes her ass higher, begging for more.

More of my cock. But hey, I give my boss what she wants.

“Trace,” she moans my name. “You bastard.”

“I’m not a bastard. I’m your fucking husband. Remember that.” I grin.

She hates how much she loves fucking me. What I reduce her to. She’s tired of the pampering, and the special treatment, the adoration of her brothers .

I give her what she really needs.

Danger. Risk. And the illicit temptation of getting caught.

Which we never will, I plan these dirty hookups carefully. And I plan to take every fucking piece of this angel down with me if I have to.

My eyes stay glued to the side of her face resting on the desk with flushed cheeks, and tears in her eyes from holding back her orgasm the way I taught her.

Softening, I say, “Shea-Lynne, you’re doing so good. What a good girl you are letting me fuck you at your brother’s wedding.”

Goosebumps cover her arms in this modest gown with a high neckline and a slight V in the back. It fits her like a glove. Like her body fits my cock like a vise. Her mouth. Her cunt. Her ass. She’s perfect. It’s like she was built for me.

I lean forward and kiss the back of her neck, the depth of my cock inside her a casualty, but I can’t resist. My mouth needs to taste her.

She groans from my soft kisses.

“I can’t believe how you’re taking me so good,” I rasp against the shell of her ear. “Do you want anal when we get home?”

“God, yes,” spills from her lips so fucking easy.

A low chuckle breaks from my chest. “Dirty princess.”

“You made me this way.”

“Absolutely,” I whisper and stand up straight again, driving all the way in, reminding her of my staggering length.

She gasps at the fullness.

“You’re so fucking mine. Remember that, princess.”

“Careful, I might think you actually like me,” she spews.

“No, I don’t like you,” I say easily because I’m pretty sure I love her. “And just for being a brat, I’m going to fuck you like I hate you.”

I punish Shea with a hard thrust into her sopping-wet pussy, my balls slapping against her clit.

Jaysus...

“Please, Trace,” she mewls.

“Please, what?”

“I need to come. Fuck me harder. Faster.”

Her dress is already hiked to her waist, so I take her right leg and rest it on the desk, exposing her pussy.

“All right, my impatient princess.” I reach underneath to stroke her clit. “Fuck, you’re soaked.”

“Right there. Don’t stop.”

I increase my thrusts to the rhythmic stroking of her throbbing hole. The way she feels, gripping my shaft like this is sending me right to the edge.

We’ve definitely been in here too long. Her brothers are consumed with their wives and kids, those who have them. One person who’s not a father yet and still out for blood is Lachlan.

He’s the one I have to watch out for the most. He’ll kill me for sure. Yet, knowing the risk I’m taking and what I’m doing to his sister, makes my cock pulse even stronger for her.

Shea’s a trembling mess, surrendering to the climax, the greatest high without drugs known to man.

“Come for me, princess. Come on your husband’s cock with my finger in your ass.” Words, I never thought I’d say to anyone, let alone Shea O’Rourke.

But here I am.

Her cunt shudders, and I wish she was on her back, so I could have my tongue down her throat. Shea spasms around my cock, tightening to an almost unbearable width, but I’m widening, too.

“I’m there, too, baby,” I lose myself and everything around me spins. My balls tighten and fire shoots up my cock. My cum feels like lava from the heat of my thrusts.

There’s so much, it leaks from her pussy while I keep thrusting.

I pull on her hair, cranking her neck until our eyes meet. “Who do you belong to?”

“You,” she whispers.

And for the first time in months, I know she means it.

CLEANED UP AND BACK in the party room, Griffin finds me. “I spoke to Lachlan. The trip to Dunbar is on for next week.”

“Aye.” I shove my hands in my pockets, grateful the trip is finally happening.

“Balor wants to take Ella to meet his mother. He rented a castle for their honeymoon.” Griffin’s eyes go dark. “The mother doesn’t have long.”

My eyes linger on Shea standing with Ella and Balor greeting the guests. She’ll have my mum. With no daughter, Mum will smother Shea, and I’ll have a ball watching her squirm under all the attention she’s not gotten from her parents in recent years.

Griffin leans in as if he can smell Shea on me. I give a wry smile, and he walks away, his own spinning world coming to a head soon. And I’ll be right in the middle of it.

I need this marriage arrangement with Shea settled once and for all. She’s mine.

Calming down, I watch Shea from a distance with Ella. Forgetting my issues for a moment, I feel for poor Ella. I haven’t seen her scars, but I’d heard the heartbreaking story from Griffin and Connor, the condition they found the poor lass in down in some animal’s basement last week.

Balor is not the same cold, controlled, aloof man I worked for months ago. He fell in love and now wears that mask of heated possession like his brothers.

My job as a security agent requires me to be cold and aloof, too. With Shea, I’m anything but. Hot and volatile like a smoking volcano. A side I won’t hide from her father when we see him in Dunbar. He needs to know I’m savage enough to protect his daughter. Her father will bless our marriage. Lachlan will have to agree.

If he doesn’t, I’ll tell him the truth about Scava and how he plans to use her to take control of the Vegas Irish Mob by shooting bosses. Hopefully, he’ll fly me to Vegas to put a bullet in Scava’s head.