Mafia King (Young Irish Rebels #2) - Vi Carter Page 0,71
get no warning that I’m going to come; having Shay this deep inside me sends me over the edge. I scream out his name as I cum, and his powerful strides grow faster and harder. His breaths are heavier, and I watch him as he climbs harder and faster until he explodes inside me.
My body continues to tremble from the aftershocks that I’ve never felt before. Shay moves over me but doesn't remove himself.
His breaths are harsh and fast, and they mingle with mine.
“You’re a little minx.” His grin has me clenching the walls of my core around him.
“Is this normal?” I ask and finally release the gun to reach up and touch his face.
“What?” His gaze drags across my face.
“To want to do it again?”
His grin turns into a full smile. “I’m game.” His lips press against mine, and the hunger in me starts to grow faster than before.
After two more times, I still can’t get enough of Shay. I’m sitting against the headboard naked as he gets out of bed and lights up a cigarette. His body is perfect, and I drink it in. He puffs smoke as he walks to the bedside table where I left the gun and reloads it. It’s a stark reminder of the situation we are in.
The cigarette dangles out of the corner of his mouth as he holds the gun and points it at the wall.
“How many times have you pulled the trigger?”
Stupid question, I know. But I want every single detail about him. I don’t want to miss a thing, no matter how bad it is.
“I don’t keep count.” He places the gun on the bedside table and removes the cigarette from his mouth.
“When it comes to it, you pull that trigger.” It’s like he’s scolding me.
My stomach twists, and I clench my legs together. He isn’t saying if; he’s saying when. I nod my head. The chance of someone coming in here and taking me again would make me pull the trigger.
“I hope you won’t have to. I won’t leave you again.” He isn’t looking at me as he speaks. He walks into the bathroom, and runs the water. He returns without the cigarette and sits down on the bed. I’m struggling to keep my gaze on his eyes. I feel like a pervert. He’s here trying to have a conversation, and all I can think about is his body, his cock, and the fact that he had said no one had ever had sex in his bed before.
“I’m going to marry you, Emma.”
I bite the inside of my jaw, so I don’t smile like a foolish girl. I know this isn’t a whirlwind romance like I thought it would be, yet with Shay, this feels so right.
“So what, you want to keep your wife with you?” I sound young, naïve. I can’t hide the delight his words make me feel.
Shay doesn’t smile. “I want to keep my wife alive.”
My heart beats too fast in my chest. “If this wasn’t arranged?”
Shay gets up off the bed, and I know I’ve stepped into dangerous territory. “Emma, I’d let you go if I hadn’t already made the deal.”
My stomach drops into my feet. “Thanks, Shay.” I pull the sheets higher up on me and tuck them under my arms. I knew this wasn’t love, well, not on his part; I could see myself falling harder and faster for Shay, but he didn’t have to be so fucking blunt.
He sits back down. “Emma…”
“Don’t. I get it.” I wasn’t his type.
“What do you get?”
“That I wouldn’t have been your type.”
“I’m not a nice guy, Emma. You deserve a nice guy.”
I push down the blanket; heat roars across my cheeks as I climb out. “I don’t want a nice guy.” I want you.
I march to the bathroom and turn on the shower. I don’t expect Shay to follow. He isn’t the chasing type, so when he enters the bathroom, I turn to him.
“Well, you got me.” That grin undoes me. It’s not self-assurance. It’s a matter of fact. It’s a this-is-what-the-universe-has-decided type of grin.
I hold my hand under the water, and when it feels right, I step in without looking away from Shay. He makes me feel bold, like I’ve never felt before.
“And you got me.” I smile for the first time, and when a quick laugh bubbles from his lips, I inhale sharply.
I’m doomed.
Shay steps into the shower, towering over me. I want him again, and from his growing cock, he wants me too.