Dangerous Innocence: Chapter 14

Lorcan pushed up to his feet then rolled me over so I was lying on my belly. “Lift that sweet ass.”

I did and he pushed a pillow under my hips.

“What a sweet sight.”

I glanced over my shoulder and immediately wished I hadn’t. Lorcan stood behind me, completely naked, with his cock standing at attention. He smiled at the terrified look on my face and climbed on the bed, kneeling behind me. He pushed my legs slightly apart and propped my ass up even higher.

I was still wet, still aroused, but I knew this wouldn’t be comfortable. Lorcan was huge.

His fingers slid into my opening again, two at first, then three, and I exhaled at the pressure. It was almost too much.

“This is nothing,” he growled. Promise or threat? “Soon, I’ll fill you completely.”

Something pressed against my opening. Definitely not Lorcan’s fingers this time. I held my breath, my fingers digging into the mattress to prepare for what was to come. “Shhh, sweet Aislinn. Your pussy is going to welcome my cock readily.”

He rubbed his tip over my pussy lips, coating it with my juices, before he increased the pressure at my opening. His tip breached me and I gasped out at how full this part of Lorcan’s cock already made me feel.

Lorcan let out a low hum, almost like a lion purring, and I could feel it all the way between my legs. His big hands gripped my hips as he slid another inch into me.

I exhaled sharply, trying to relax even as I felt like I was splitting in half.

“Very good,” Lorcan praised as he slid deeper. The pressure was almost unbearable, and I couldn’t believe my body’s tight hold could be pleasurable for him. His low moan, however, suggested he enjoyed the sensation.

When I was sure I couldn’t take any more, Lorcan bent forward and placed one hand under me, palming my breasts.

“You’ll take every inch of me, sweet Aislinn,” he murmured, pushing deeper. My fingers gripped the mattress, and I dug my teeth into my lower lip until the tang of metal exploded on my tongue. I began to tremble. Lorcan stroked my back. “Almost there.”

Finally, Lorcan’s pubic bone pressed against my ass cheeks as he filled me completely. “There you go,” he rasped. “Your pussy’s perfect for my cock.”

I couldn’t speak, could only breathe through my nose. The pressure was so intense, my eyes burned with unshed tears. I had trouble forcing air into my lungs.

“This position gives you the chance to turn your face away and pretend I’m someone else taking your pussy for the first time. Someone sweet, and nice. A kind boy.”

I closed my eyes, but I didn’t want to imagine anyone else. Lorcan Devaney, despite his monstrosity, set my body aflame. That didn’t mean I didn’t hate him, because right in this moment, I was sure Lorcan would quickly teach me real hatred.

“I hope you’re ready because I’m going to fuck you now.” His chest pressed into my back, bracing himself on his forearms to either side of me and forcing his cock inside even deeper, which had seemed impossible.

I shuddered and closed my eyes. Maybe Lorcan hoped I’d ask him to be gentle or maybe even to stop, but I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of doing me a favor, of having that power over me. I could take whatever he had in store for me.

His breath fanned over my neck as he began to slide out of me excruciatingly slowly, only to claim my body again. His strokes were slow and hard, filling me so deeply I felt a strange connection to Lorcan that I despised wholeheartedly. The bed shook under Lorcan’s thrusts, which became faster, and soon the pain dulled, but I was still far from release.

“Look at me,” he growled.

“I thought this position allowed me to pretend you’re someone else,” I gritted out.

Lorcan closed his fingers around my throat as his lips pressed to my ear. “Look at me, Aislinn.”

I twisted my neck until my eyes met his. He thrust faster into me, his hand still around my throat as his face contorted with lust and concentration. “Your pussy takes my cock so well,” Lorcan rasped. “Such a good girl.” My mind revolted against the praise, but my body actually flushed with excitement.

“Fuck, this is paradise,” Lorcan said as his eyes closed with utter pleasure. The ache intensified as he exploded inside of me. His face pressed against my hair. Then he bit the crook of my neck, making me gasp and clench around him.

“Mmmn,” he hummed, his voice almost drowsy with pleasure. He remained on top of me, but his weight wasn’t crushing since he used his legs and arms to brace himself. I could feel his cock pulsating inside of me as he breathed heavily into my neck.

Behind the intense soreness, I could detect a subtle desire for more. His fingers stroked my throat. “You did good.” Finally, he pushed off me and pulled out. I winced, half mourning, half relishing the sudden emptiness.

Lorcan pulled off the condom tinged pink with my blood, and discarded it in a bin at the corner of the room before he returned naked, his chest glistening with sweat. His eyes roamed over my body. I hadn’t bothered moving. I felt too exhausted, mentally and physically. Without a word, Lorcan climbed back on the bed, gripped my thighs, and pushed them apart widely. I watched him out of the corner of my eye, wondering what else he had in store for me. Maybe another round? My body didn’t feel remotely ready to be taken again, but I didn’t say anything.

My heart pounded madly in my chest, my body thrumming with the remnants of one the most intense orgasms of my life. Part of it was because I hadn’t been with a woman in almost six months but the other part was all Aislinn. Even now, seeing her pale ass propped up on the pillow, her back and ass cheeks rubbed red from my fucking, I could feel blood already returning to my cock again. My lust was so intense, I could probably have managed several rounds without a break.

I gripped her ass, massaging the smooth globes before I pushed them apart. The signs of claiming her were still apparent. Aislinn tried to close her legs, but I stopped her. “Did I say I was done with you?”

“We consummated our marriage,” she said.

“It’s not just about the formal consummation. It’s about lust.”

“Yours or mine?” Her voice was half muffled by the cushion where she’d buried her face.

I massaged her ass. Aislinn Devaney. My wife.

It would take time getting used to it. I’d always had a specific idea of marriage and how I’d meet my wife. Aislinn stumbled into my life. Nothing about our bond matched my expectations—yet. But I could set an example by acting like a considerate husband, even if my cock had other plans. I pressed a kiss to her sore flesh. It was meant to be a soothing kiss, a sort of farewell for the night so her sweet pussy could recover from the assault of my cock and be ready to welcome it again in the morning. But my tongue had other plans and had to risk another taste of Aislinn. She gasped into the pillow when I licked over her slit, but she didn’t protest. My thumb began to rub her clit while my tongue soothed her sore opening. Soon, she relaxed. I took my time and got more comfortable, bracing my forearms on the mattress. Aislinn moaned when the tip of my tongue teased her clit alongside my thumb. I barely resisted the urge to discover her sweet ass. Eventually the pain was forgotten and Aislinn rocked back against my tongue, driving it deeper into her pussy as I rubbed her clit. “Close,” I rumbled, and as if on cue, Aislinn jerked her pussy against my face, crying out as her walls constricted around my tongue. When I pulled back and wiped my face, I smirked. Aislinn rolled over on her back, her entire body flushed and her red strands sticking to her sweaty face.

Her chest heaved and she looked absolutely ravishing.

“How about a bath?”

Aislinn followed my gaze toward the claw-foot tub. “Looks like a piece from a medieval dungeon.”

“If that were the case, it would have been filled with burning water or molten lead. I like it hot, but not quite that much.”

I headed over to the tub and turned on the faucets. After a few twists, the combination of the two water streams created an acceptable water temperature. I could feel Aislinn’s eyes on me. She liked what she saw. She didn’t like me, but her body wasn’t impressed by her wariness of me.

I turned back to her and her eyes slid down my body to my half erect cock. “Bathtime,” I said.

She scooted to the edge of the bed, her face twisting in discomfort, which made me feel possessive and even hornier. She grabbed the blanket as if to cover herself then seemed to think better of it and came over to me.

I turned the water off, enjoying the view of Aislinn in this lowered position. She shifted, a hint of nervousness flashing across her face. That she still felt nervous about her nakedness after the gorgeous view she’d provided me with today was astounding. Her pussy was absolutely perfect, and so was the rest of her. I still tasted the tangy sweetness of her release on my tongue, and it was better than the finest whiskey. I tested the water with my fingertips once more before I grabbed her by the waist and hoisted her into the tub. She clutched my shoulders with a surprised shriek. I climbed in and sank down in the tub. It wasn’t a huge tub but would offer enough space for the two of us if Aislinn pressed her body to mine.

“Still shy? My fingers, tongue, and cock were buried inside of you not long ago, and you spilled your sweet juices into my mouth. Sweet Aislinn, you can come closer.”

Her lips pinched but she lowered herself into the water without a word and sank against the tub wall across from me. With the lack of room, it left her with no choice but to put her feet up on my thighs.

I grabbed one foot, chuckling at her sudden tension, and began to massage it. She had slender, elegant feet and her toenails were painted a dusty pink. Soon she relaxed under my touch, but regarded me with a hint of curiosity and plenty of wariness, always suspecting an ulterior motive for my actions. She was right. I rarely acted without a plan, but this time, I just felt like giving her a massage. I liked touching her soft skin, loved seeing what it did to her body, how I could mold her to my will with a few simple caresses.

Aislinn wanted to be a feral cat but started purring the moment I petted her.

She wet her lips, a move that drew my attention to her face. A blush spread across her face. I shook my head. Sweet Aislinn. “I like the knowledge that I took your innocence, that my cock’s the only one that’s ever been inside your sweet pussy.”

She looked away, her brows pinching together, and she tugged her foot away from my hand.

“Can you still feel it?” I murmured, wanting to push her.

“What?”

“My cock stretching you. I bet you still feel it.”

She swallowed and narrowed her eyes. “What is it to you? How are we going to go about this marriage? Is this a joke to you?”

“It’s a marriage to me.”

“So you’re going to worship me, respect me, take care of me, be faithful to me?” The last was spat out sarcastically.

Fury raced through my veins. She thought she knew me. “Maybe I’m a criminal and a bad man, but I’m faithful. I never cheated on a woman I was with. Good ol’ boy Patrick can’t say the same, or can he, sweet Aislinn?”

She didn’t say anything in Patrick’s defense because she knew he didn’t deserve her protection. I didn’t like the stupid sod. The idea that a loser like him ever got his paws on Aislinn made me want to skin him alive.

“I can’t believe a man like you has never cheated. It would be one of your smaller transgressions on your undoubtedly long list of sins.”

I was a sinner. No questions there. “You don’t believe me?” I asked with a wry smile.

“You are a man who has plenty of opportunity to be with women.”

“I do, but if I choose to be with a woman, then it’s the only woman I want to be with.”

Aislinn didn’t look convinced. I valued marriage. I valued family. Being a killer didn’t change that. She’d realize it soon enough. My father was a brutal killer, a ruthless leader, but he was also a pious Catholic and had been a loving husband to my mother. “That I choose to commit certain sins doesn’t mean I choose to commit them all.”

Aislinn’s gaze slanted to the old cross on the nightstand. I’d taken it off to avoid water damage. “What does it mean to you?”

My heart clenched. Aislinn was my wife, but she hadn’t gained my trust yet. The cross had been my grandmother’s, and she’d given it to me on her deathbed. “What it means to every good Catholic.”

She narrowed her eyes, catching the lie. She was clever. I had a feeling she’d catch glimpses behind my mask quickly if I wasn’t careful. Father had dropped every mask before mother. It was what I strived for, but I was a realist. The chances of Aislinn becoming my confidante were close to zero. Most marriages were lucky to reach a level of mutual tolerance.

“For many, it’s a raft keeping them afloat in rough sea. It gives them answers to scary questions. Gives them a purpose.”

“I have purpose, and if I want questions answered, I have ways to get answers,” I drawled. Aislinn was trying to break the ice between us, but I wouldn’t spill my guts to her because of a ring and a shared night. She had her secrets, and I had mine. She’d have to tell hers first before I’d consider revealing a few of mine.