Page 113 of Reckless Promises

Cillian pulls my hips up so I’m on all fours, and he slaps my pussy just hard enough to rush blood to it. He runs his wet cock through me and then he drives himself in.

“You suck me so good.” He grabs my shoulders to shove my ass against him. “Pleasing your husband like such a good little wife. Waking him up with your beautiful mouth.”

I rock against him as he sets the rhythm, and even if he just had me coming on his tongue, I already feel my core tightening again. Between my hormones, his praise, and the feel of his thick cock moving in and out, I can barely contain myself.

“You want to come for me again, Clover?” He slides his hand around my hips to play with me, and it’s sensation overload as he thrums his fingers on my clit. “You want to spend all day screaming my name.”

“Cillian.” I groan because when it comes to him, I’m not sure if that’s a reward or a threat.

I know my husband well enough that he has no problem strapping me down and making me come until I black out.

He tilts his hips, hitting every corner of my soul with his thrusts. Deeper and with purpose as my body starts to shake. And just as I’m about to come, he pulls out and flips me around once more so I’m on my back.

“I changed my mind.” He peppers kisses over my jaw. “I want to see your face when you come for me this time.”

Licking a path along my neck, he sets a rhythm my body builds to. He lifts onto his elbows and brushes my hair out of my face so he can stare into my eyes.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” He grazes my mouth with his. “And you’re mine.”

“I’m yours.”

He’s barely holding on as his thrusts get uneven, and I wrap my legs around him. I need to feel his heat on every inch of my skin. I need to melt my body with his so we can be one as my body erupts with his touch.

He presses his lips to mine, and even though I spent my life fighting to escape, I happily let Cillian lock my heart in his cage. Because I’m not trapped there—I’m free. He breaks my chains and asks me to soar.

The scream that rips from my chest with my climax rakes my throat raw. I tip my head back, and Cillian pounds harder the more intense I come. He watches me, and he uses it to fuel his movements. He claims me in ways that a name can’t. Money can’t. Obligation can’t.

I hand this man my soul with every part of me. And as he spills into me with a final hard thrust, I take him deep and never want to let him go.

“Odette.” He leans in, kissing my jaw up to my mouth. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” I kiss him back.

A battle of tongues and hearts that won against all odds.

“My lucky clover.” He smiles down at me. “My wife.”