Bound To His Bride

He chuckles. “Abby, this means no more working for pieces of shit like the Lucretas, and no more looking over our shoulder for them either. I’m going to take them down, angel. Soon. The CIA is after them too on suspicion of laundering cash for terror cells overseas. And with me having worked with the family so long, I’m uniquely qualified to help nuke their asses.”

I shake my head, trying to take it all in as I wrap my arms around his neck and settle onto his towel-wrapped lap.

“You’re serious. This is really going to happen?”

“This is happening, baby girl.”

I bite my lip, eyeing him. “Wild Horse Intel, huh?”

He grins. “The Mustang.”

I blush fiercely, but when he pulls me close and tugs my mouth to his, I purr as his lips find mine.

“This is a new life for us, angel,” he says quietly. “Out of the shadows, with the whole world open for us. We can go anywhere. Live anywhere.”

“Oh the CIA pays that well, huh?”

I say it jokingly, but when I see the grin on his face, I pause.

“Wait, do they really?”

His grin widens, and when he leans close and whispers a number into my ear, my jaw about hits the floor.

“Are you fucking kidding me?! What, a year?”

“For this job. And they’ve got four more intel jobs lined up for the company afterwards.”

I squeal, hugging him close and peppering his face with kisses before I settle on his mouth, melting into him and whimpering as I feel him tug my towel away.

“Only you, baby girl,” he whispers heatedly into my lips. “Only you. I love you Abby, and I’ll tear this world apart to make sure you never get out of my arms again.”

“I love you too.”

Our lips come together, towels hit the floor, and then I’m lost in him.

Tied to him.

Bound to him, just like I was always meant to be.

His thickness presses into me, and I cry out as I slowly sink down onto his fat cock. He grunts, rocking his hips up, burying every inch inside of me as I slowly slide all the way down, until my clit grinds against the base of him. His powerful hands slide up my back, hugging me close to him as we start to move. I whimper, rising up and then easing back down, my eyes rolling back in my head at the feel of his big dick filling me up so fucking good.

I start to move faster, riding him, rising up and down, my lips stretched so tight around his girth and my arousal dripping down his shaft. He kisses me fiercely, possessively, crushingly, like I always want it. I want the feel of his lips imprinted on mine. I want the bruises from his fingers gripping me to sight on my skin. I want the feel of his cock deep in my pussy committed to muscle memory, until I fit him perfectly, like a glove.

I want the sound of our hearts racing together to be the soundtrack to the rest of my life.

I kiss him back, my moans drowning in his mouth as I ride him faster, and harder. My breasts press into his chest, nipples dragging electrically over his muscles as his hands circle my waist. He grunts, thrusting up into me, bouncing me up and down on his gorgeous cock as we both go rushing towards that edge. My hands claw at his shoulders, my whole body starts to tremble.

“You’re mine from here until eternity, baby girl,” he growls into my lips. “These lips are mine to taste. This pussy is mine to fill with my cum, over and over again.”

I cry out, riding him faster, harder, my breath coming in gasping moans.

“And this heart is mine to hold, baby girl,” he whispers fiercely. “This heart is mine, love. Forever.”

When I come, it’s like the whole world explodes around me. And when I feel him follow me over, grunting as his hands grip me so tight and as his cock drives to the hilt inside, it’s all I ever want to feel. His hot cum pulses into me as I crash through climax after climax, riding him ragged until the both of us collapse.

Perfection.

It’s perfection as we fall asleep in each other’s arms.

…That is, until I wake up screaming with a gun to my head.

9

Colm

I wake up roaring—rage and the primal need to react blasting through my system as I lunge from the bed. Four of them tackle me down, fists raining down on me. But I don’t even fucking feel it. I’m numb to everything in the world except the screams of the girl I love.

I bellow, shaking free of all of them and lurching over the bed. Abby’s wrapped in a bed sheet, and the two asshole who’ve dared lay hands on her trying to drag her away go crashing to the floor as I go barreling into them. I snarl, the beast inside of me shredding its way free of its binds as I whirl, muscles clenched. Two more lay into me, but I duck the swings from both of them, catching one in the neck with my elbow and the other getting my knee to his face with a satisfying crunch of his nose.