“Yes, you are. You swore you were mine and you are. I will not accept anything else, Gloria.”
“How about I’m leaving here, and you’re not going to follow me or ever speak to me again?”
“Not going to happen.” He shakes his head and crosses his arms again, adding to his size as if I’m intimidated. Honestly, I focus on the door behind him because looking at him makes my soul burn and tears fill my eyes.
“I’m not your play toy.”
“You’re not. You’re supposed to be my wife.”
I scoff. “Wife? So is she your mistress? You lied to get me in your bed—a virgin my ass.”
He rolls his eyes. “She’s my sister-in-law. The funeral ended three hours ago, and we drove back together so she could get some baby things at the festival.”
“What?” He nods, but I continue to argue because that doesn’t justify the sudden bullshit dismissal last night. “It doesn’t explain last night or your late message an hour ago.”
“Well, you had your phone off so you wouldn’t know that I called twenty times and didn’t get a single call back.”
“And yet no voicemails?”
“Maybe you need a better service provider. I’ll make sure that happens.”
“What happened last night? You went from interested in me and happy to talk to me to shooting a short text.”
He pauses, tilting his head to the side with a heavy sigh. Dread sets in my bones as he finally looks at me with a frown. “Did you know who I was before I stopped that guy from taking your wallet?” I stare at him, mouth dropping.
“Um…um…”
He grasps my chin just hard enough that I’m looking him in the eyes. “I learned who your father was last night. What did you get out of seducing me?”
I yank my head back and shove him. “Seducing you? I was the fucking virgin and I sure as fuck regret wasting that on you. Especially when my father has potential husbands waiting for me when I get home.” I slam past him as he stands there in shock, grabbing the handle for the door. My feet are off the ground, and he locks the door.
“Let me go, you big idiot.”
“No.” I don’t get to move because he has me pinned to the wall while his body presses firmly against my back.
“The fuck do you think you’re doing threatening to fuck someone else. I’ll kill every other son of a bitch out there. Do you want me to do it? I’ll gut motherfuckers for even thinking they can make a move on you. You’re mine, Gloria. There’s nothing going to change that shit. Maybe I should have brought you with me then you’d have nothing to doubt.”
“You’re the one who doubted me,” I hiss out, practically spitting.
“You lied to me.”
“I didn’t do a damn thing. You pursued me. I told you to leave me alone if you remember.”
“And yet you knew I wouldn’t.”
“I wish you would.” The fight in me fails as I feel his full length digging into my bottom and his breath on my neck.
“I can’t.” He presses his forehead to the back of my head, his breathing hard. “I don’t know why you were searching for me, but I knew even last night that it didn’t matter. You were mine, and I don’t care if they set up some trap for me. You were mine. I need you, Gloria. More than anything. More than my pride, more than the truth. I just need you,” he pants against my throat.
“Let me go,” I command because I’ve lost and won.
“No,” he insists as his heart thuds against my back.
“Please,” I beg, choking on my tears. Reluctantly he steps back, and I spin around in his arms. Seeing his tears, I feel like I broke the dark prince of Dublin. It’s best if I fix it.
He’s right. I had a motive even if it never was a nefarious one and I owe him the truth. I cup his face, so our eyes meet. His green eyes are glossy and bright from his heartache. “I don’t even know why I stood outside an electronics store, like I’d been window shopping for a television. Still, I silently watched the news, and there you were. I didn’t know who you were until I heard of your father’s death that day. Your image came up as you climbed into the back seat of your car. I felt something come over me and I snuck away from my guards and fled to Ireland. I lied about having friends that ditched me; instead they helped me run away even if they knew they’d be in deep shit for it, but I didn’t want you to…” I don’t finish the words. His mouth is on mine, crushing it, kissing me until I have my arms wrapped around his neck and my legs around his waist. He lifts my skirt up and pulls out his cock, sliding it deep inside of me in one full thrust.