We stay locked, gazing into one another’s eyes, vulnerable, our walls smashed down. Under the daylight, we have nowhere to hide. This is us—raw and unguarded.
“I love you,” he states, melting my heart. “And I promise you, I’ll always love you. I’ve loved ye from the first moment I saw ya. And I’ll love you even after I take my last breath.”
I don’t want to think about anything so final, as I’m afraid there is a hidden meaning behind his promise. I don’t have a chance to ask him, however, because he begins to move.
My legs and arms are locked around him, so I bounce on his cock as he thrusts into me. The pleasure I feel is beyond words. He is all over me, and I love it. I love him. The rhythm is slow, measured, unlike most times when he sinks into me hard and fast.
This is making love, I suppose. But each and every time we’re together, nothing but love is shared between us.
He kisses me leisurely, his tongue and mouth devouring me whole. I bend to his touches, unable to stop myself from loving this man more than life itself. What we share is more than just love—it’s innate.
He hits me so deep, a cry leaves me, but I arch into his thrusts, cherishing this moment of becoming one.
“My husband,” I whimper, squeezing my eyes shut.
“My wife,” he replies, sinking in and out of me.
My body is a live wire, and each time he strokes me, it drags me closer and closer to the finish line. I let go, giving myself to the man who owns me—mind, body, and soul.
Clenching my muscles around him, he pulls all the way out before slowly sinking back in. The intensity tips me over, and I come around his cock as he fucks me unhurriedly, milking every last tremor from me. I grow lax, but he doesn’t give me a reprieve and continues driving into me.
He is in total control, and the more pliant I grow, the harder and faster his strokes become. I’m holding on tightly as the water splashes around us, and the moment he hits me hard, Punky comes with a low, sated growl.
He doesn’t pull out, and I don’t want him to.
When he’s spent, he leans his forehead to my shoulder, gathering his breaths. I stay nestled in his arms, never wanting to leave this paradise.
But for us to return, we have to fight the demons which plague us. I only hope those demons don’t win.
I never thought I’d get here. I never thought the day would arrive. But as I walk toward the castle, I realize my freedom is within reach.
Yesterday was the first step.
Marrying Cami changed everything, and I didn’t think it was possible, but we grew closer by saying a simple I do. It’s more than just a piece of paper as some people say—it’s a promise, one I don’t intend on breaking.
Truth be told, I don’t know what today holds. I wish I could say with certainty that I will survive today, but I can’t. I have an army on my side, but when fighting against the unknown, you’re at a disadvantage. Anything can happen.
The arsehole who is my father could put my mind at ease, but of course, he won’t.
One of Ron’s men guards him, and when I see him slumped in the chair, I can’t help but feel a sliver of disgust for what I did to him.
I took great pleasure in torturing him, and if it wasn’t for Cami, I’m afraid of how far I would have gone. I wouldn’t have killed him, but I would have come close.
He isn’t bound because his arm is broken, amongst other things. But he won’t escape. Something has shifted in him. I smell defeat.
“Let’s go, aul’ lad,” I say, refusing to feel sorry for him because he looks utterly pathetic. The once-feared madman is no more.
He lifts his bloodshot eyes. “Aye, today’s the day then.”
I don’t know exactly what that means, but I nod.
“Sure, whatever, let’s go.”
I don’t offer him any assistance as he tries to stand. I simply fold my arms, expressing my annoyance that it’s taking him so long to move.
He finally gets to his feet, taking his time to stay balanced. I don’t have all day, however, so I grip his arm.
“Move yer arse, will ya not. I haven’t got all day.”
He leans onto me for support, and it takes all my willpower not to toss him to the floor. He doesn’t deserve any help.
We start a slow shuffle as Sean can’t stay upright for too long. I really did a number on him. I should be happy at the fact, but I’m not.
“Where is the big man who had big plans to overthrow them all? If only ye had yer journals to write in, I wonder what y’d say,” I mock. “I don’t know why y’d keep them. They’re just collateral against ye.”
Sean snickers. “They’re also my legacy,” he breathlessly states, leaning into me. “For the world to know who I was. History needs to be written, and what better way than by my own hand.”
“Y’ll be nothin’ but a forgotten memory come nightfall,” I reply, but I can’t shake this ominous feeling that this is the end—for the both of us.
Sean doesn’t reply as it appears too painful to breathe, let alone talk. I think I’ve broken a few ribs and maybe punctured a lung. But a dead man doesn’t need these things. Sean is living on borrowed time.
A van waits for us out front, and I shove Sean inside when Cian opens the door.
“Should we tie him up?”
“No, he’s not goin’ anywhere.”
Cian nods. With the state Sean is in, he wouldn’t make it two steps without me putting a bullet in him first.
I buckle up Sean’s seat belt. “Safety first,” I quip, playfully smacking his cheek.
Once he’s strapped in, I jump into the passenger seat while Cian takes the wheel. Our men wait for us by the curb, and as we exit the drive, our convoy follows.
Alek and Austin have said they’re meeting us at the port in Dublin, as are Ethan’s and Ollie’s men.
I notice Cian peering at Sean in the rearview mirror every few seconds.
“What’s the matter?”
Cian appears not to even realize he’s been staring. “I just, why does this feel so easy? Why isn’t he resistin’?”
I understand his concerns as I too can’t shake the feeling that something lingers on the horizon. I don’t know what, but I know Sean, and I know he has a plan up his sleeve. Which is why Cami isn’t with me.
If we are to be ambushed en route, then there is no way Cami would be in this van with me. I’ve asked she meet me closer to Dublin. She’s with Ron, so I know she’ll be safe. Although she protested, insisting she wanted to ride with me, she knew this was the most sensible thing to do.
I don’t plan on getting caught, so I will see her soon.
“Maybe ’cause he knows he’s lost?” I offer to Cian, wishing to put his worries at ease.
Sean doesn’t comment either way, which just adds to the mystery of what we’re walking into.
Toying with the wedding band around my finger, I wonder just who I’m going to encounter. I hate to admit that I would have preferred it to be Liam as that would be easy. I could steal his haul, kill him and Sean, give Alek what I promised, and live happily ever after.
But the unknown troubles me.
Alek promised he has my back with whoever is waiting for me, and I know he won’t betray me because I have something he wants. He is the reason I walk into this with confidence.