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“I do, but I don’t like seeing you bound like this.”
Taking her by the ankles, I split her thighs wide, then sank into her once again. She reached out and grabbed me by my forearms, the sensation of being touched not making me recoil now. It made me come to life. An inferno of need and want, and all expectations burned to the ground.
She dug in her nails, urging me to fuck her harder, deeper. To mark her. I pulled her closer, my thrusts shallow to hit a spot inside her that I knew would have her coming undone.
And she did.
Beautifully.
When I was sure the last of her pleasure had ebbed away, I stood her up, still impaled on my dick, and took her to the ground. Spinning her over once again, I felt like a wild animal in rut, pressing her into the carpet, holding her in place with one hand on the back of her neck and the other on the small of her back. I plunged into her body without mercy. Fallon moaned, pushing back against me, trying to find more friction, and fuck, I wanted to get her there.
Dragging up her hips, I pounded into her, my body poised over hers to create more pressure, more thrust. Another position. This time against the wall. Her face pressed into the plaster, her hips out—her body a beautiful shape.
Wrapping a hand around her throat, I brought my lips to her ear, whispering, “I want to fill you with my cum. I want it to mark your skin. I want you to never clean it off. I just want you.”
“Yes,” she replied on a breathy whisper. “Take whatever you want from me, Orin. Take it all.”
Her words sparked a change in me, and my hips took over, slamming into her, reaching the end of her body and drawing a cry from her lips. I bit the side of her neck, holding her flesh between my teeth as I came with a roar, emptying myself into her and claiming her as my own.
I let go of her neck, hanging my head and letting my breath barrel from me. Fallon was pinned between me and the wall, and I liked the way her body was slick with sweat. I stepped backward, reaching for her, but when she faced me, I recoiled …
Because tears were streaking down her cheeks.
TWENTY-THREE
FALLON
I wasn’t sure why I was crying—I just knew I was. And by the look of horror on Orin’s face, he was as alarmed by it as I was. He reached up a hand but dropped it before he could make contact. He looked magnificent, dripping with sweat. His body had worked hard to wring every last drop of pleasure from me, but the expression on his face sent a chill down my spine.
“Orin,” I sniffled, hating that I was crying. I felt amazing. Better than amazing, so the tears made absolutely no sense to me. I had just been fucked into oblivion by a man who claimed he was a danger to me, but the way he treated my body—although roughly sometimes—didn’t tell me that. He may have been filthy with his words, but he always made sure I was okay.
“Orin, talk to me.” I wiped the tears away with the back of my hand.
He stepped back, still staring at me like he was regretting every single thing that happened over the last three-quarters of an hour when all I wanted was to do it all again.
“Please.”
That one word seemed to break the spell. His dark eyes cleared and fixed on my face. “You should’ve used the safe word.” Yanking his sweats back on, he stormed from the room, leaving me trembling, naked, and vulnerable. For a moment, all I could do was stand there until I shifted into action, snatched up one of his shirts, and slid it over my head. I yanked on the door and strode out into the hallway, wondering which way he’d gone. Farther down, a door slammed shut, and I walked in that direction.
As I rounded a corner, there were raised voices.
“I want her out of here.” That was Orin’s snarled voice. “I want her fucking gone.”
I crept closer to find that the door hadn’t closed properly. Keeping out of sight, I leaned against the wall and listened.
“What the fuck is up with you?” Finnan replied. There was a creak of leather and theshhhktof a lighter. The smell of cigar smoke wafted out a moment later. “Did the bastard you tortured in the basement not bleed enough for you?”
“Fuck you, Finnan,” Orin replied in a voice I’d never heard before. It was terrifyingly threatening. “Fallon. I want her gone. Away from me.”
“Why? You yourself said she was in danger from the Bèar and now the Fiach clan. She has skills we can use.”
“I don’t care.”
The leather creaked again, and I heard footsteps move around the room. Crystal hitting crystal sounded and then a splashing sound. “Have you fucked her? Is that why you want her gone?”
“That’s none of your fucking business, Finnan, and you know it. Who I fuck and how doesn’t concern you.”
“I remember. You made it quite clear to my father when you joined the clan. No questions. Look the other way. The same went for the kills.”
