Nolan (Dangerous Doms 3)

“This isn’t what we planned. But we both know this is exactly what we need, isn’t it?”

“Mmm.” I nod. He thrusts in and out, building a rhythm of perfection that rocks my core, as he continues to talk to me. I’m enjoying this one-sided conversation, because for once my mouth isn’t getting in the way. My body’s talking for me, and my body says more.

With every stroke of his cock and perfect thrust, I’m getting closer and closer to release. He tugs the chain between my nipples, bites my neck, then pulls my hair as he thrusts in me so hard I scream against the gag. His hands dig into my hips as he glides in and out. I try to groan but can’t, my moans swallowed with the gag.

“Good girl,” he says, his words pitching off in a guttural moan. “I’ve wanted in you, and you feel even better than I imagined.”

I moan and grind against him, until I feel myself on the verge of climax. As he thrusts, I move with him, until the intensity of our movements increase and I’m panting in anticipation. I can tell by the way his own breaths are quickening that he’s on the verge as well.

“You’ll do what I tell you,” he orders with a punishing thrust.

I nod.

“You’ll follow my lead,” he says, another hard thrust sending spasms of pleasure rippling through me.

I nod again.

“If you disobey me…” another hard thrust… “I’ll punish you.”

I’m nodding and submitting, something that doesn’t come easily to me, but he’s pulled the strings of my heart one by one until I’ve come undone. He thrusts again and again, until his groans fill the room. I’m trembling, on the cusp of orgasm, when he comes. My body ignites, and I’m lost to pleasure. He’s so deep, so perfect—this is bloody perfect.

He removes the gag and tosses it to the side, presses his forehead to my neck, and sighs.

“I won’t let them destroy you, destroy us. You understand me, lass?”

I nod. There are so many things I want to say, but I can’t seem to gather the right words. So I only nod. “Aye. I do.”

“This will be messy, and I need to know you won’t fight me. You understand that, too, don’t you?”

I nod again. “Aye.”

“Good girl,” he breathes. “Sweet lass. We’ll do this together.”

I close my eyes against the flood of emotion at his words. I’m not a good girl. I’m not a sweet lass. And I shudder to think what will happen when he realizes it as truth.Chapter 13NolanWhen I told Sheena I’d have her on a tight leash, I meant it. She’s on probation, as it were, after what she’s done. But hell, keeping her under my control is no hardship. For either of us, really.

I keep her by my side, and make sure she does what she’s told. She’s feisty as hell and has a temper to match her hair, but I’m up for the challenge. We had a breakthrough, I know we did. I’ve seen the real Sheena Hurston, and it’s an honor and a privilege, one that I don’t think many have gotten.

She was angry at us before, so angry it colored every damn interaction we had with her. But now that we know the truth, she’s begun to soften, to change.

We expect any moment that there’s to be trouble from her mum, but we hear nothing. I watch the video of the execution with Father Finn and Keenan, and there’s no doubt the O’Gregors did what Finn says. I don’t tell Sheena I did, but somehow she knows. We don’t talk of it. I’m glad she didn’t see what I did.

We investigate. Carson has connections in Stone City, but no one’s heard a thing. The mother hasn’t returned since the night we took the children into our custody.

At first, Tiernan didn’t trust us at all, but as the days go by, as he sees Sheena interacting with us and he sees we aren’t the monsters he thinks we are, he softens a bit. He knows something’s up between me and Sheena, but he doesn’t ask questions.

And Fiona’s adorable. She’s got her sister’s bright gray eyes and the Hurston family red hair, but she doesn’t have the chip on her shoulder like Tiernan and Sheena. Everything’s a wonder to her, from the food our staff serves to the gardens we tend.

I haven’t given Sheena her phone since the first night she was here, and after several days of investigating and getting her siblings acclimated to life here, she asks for it.

“I’m on holiday at work, Nolan,” she says. “But that ends soon. I’ll have to go back to work in some capacity, or I won’t have a job. And you know how that will impact my ability to do what I need to.”