Page 36 of His Forced Irish Mafia Bride

Maeve saw the shift. She saw that she’d finally said something that got a reaction from me.

Maeve didn’t back down. She stepped forward. That told me all I needed to know about her state of mind.

I kept my voice calm. “What do you think you’re ready to hear?”

Her eyes locked on to mine. “Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“That thing where you talk like I’m not here,” she replied. The silence hung between us. She didn’t like it, so she filled it. “You don’t explain anything. You don’t ask me what I think. I’m not blind, Sean.” Maeve stood up straighter. “If you can’t explain them, then I don’t see why I should follow rules I don’t understand.”

“Those rules exist for a reason.”

“I know. But that’s not an explanation,” she said.

“It’s all you’re getting,” I replied.

Her laugh was short and humorless. “Of course it is. Who am I kidding? I’m talking to a brick wall. I only wanted to know what’s happening.”

“I already told you enough.”

“No,” she said, her voice harder. “You told me what you thought would keep me quiet. Like I said before, if you want me here, then you have to explain yourself. If you don’t do that, then I’m going to leave. I can’t be flying blind.”

That was when the conversation stopped feeling like an argument and started feeling like a line being drawn. Maeve held my stare as I studied her face.

I finally saw what the problem was. It wasn’t not her defiance; it was her limit. Maeve’s voice saying,I don’t care what happens to mestill lingered in the air when something inside of me just broke. I moved without thinking. One hand grabbed the back of her neck, the other fisted her shirt as I pulled Maeve against me. Our mouths came together, rough and angry. There was no gentleness, just raw, undiluted passion. All the emotions we’d been holding in for weeks came bursting out like water from a broken dam. Maeve made a low sound, then bit my lip hard. Her hands pushed at my chest while she kissed me back like she wanted to hurt me. Suddenly we flew apart, stopping as suddenly as we’d started. She glared at me with all the hatred she could muster.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

I didn’t answer. Our fingers touched, and I could’ve sworn she felt the same electricity that ran down my spine.

Without thinking, I kissed her again, deeper and even rougher this time. I pushed her until her back hit the wall by the window. The papers fell from her hands and scattered all over the floor. Instinctively, my hand slid under her shirt, where I found her hot skin at her waist. Maeve was shaking. She was angry and scared. She needed something to distract her.

“I hate you,” she whispered against my mouth, even as she leaned into my touch. I pulled her shirt up and over her head in one move. For a moment she stood there in her bra, her chest heaving, her eyes blazing. Then she was on me again, her small hands pushing my jacket off, her nails scraping down my arms as she tried to open my shirt.

One button came off and flew across the room. Neither of us cared. I undid her bra quickly. The moment her breasts were free she took a deep breath, her arms twitching like she wanted to cover herself. I caught her wrists and pinned them above her head with one hand, touching her breast with the other. My thumb brushed over her nipples, and they got hard right away.

“Sean.” Her voice broke, pleading. Maeve had never done this before. I could feel it in every one of her trembling reactions to my hands. It only made me want her more. I let go of her wrists and got down on my knees, pulling her pants and underwear down her legs in one move. She stepped out of them, cursing under her breath. I kissed her lower stomach, finding my way down to her clean-shaven pussy. When my fingers found it, her head fell back against the wall with a broken moan. My tongue found her clit, and her thighs shook violently. She pushed closer to my mouth, her hips moving in clumsy circles. Her hands fisted in my hair, pulling hard as I worked on her pussy. She was soaking wet, dripping down my chin, her little gasps turning angry and breathless.

When I finally stood, she tried to open my belt with trembling fingers, muttering curses every time she fumbled. The zipper went down, and my cock came out hard and heavy. Her eyes widened. She was nervous and angry and hungry, every emotion wrapped in one moment. Maeve wrapped her hand around me, stroking in pulls like she was still trying to fight me. I hissed through my teeth, grabbed her thigh, and hooked it over my hip. I pinned her harder against the wall. Her backarched, her spine pressing into the surface. I could feel the rain hitting the glass behind her. Heat poured off her skin. I rocked forward, sliding against her. She trembled and her nails dug into my shoulders. She jerked, her thighs tightening around me. I pushed inside her. Her whole body went rigid as a sharp breath escaped her. Her body clamped down, fluttering around me. Her legs shook violently.

I pulled back, then drove in. I kept thrusting until I was buried deep. She clawed at my back, her heels digging into my ass. Her hips moved in counter-movements against mine. Sweat slicked between us. I gripped her thigh tighter, lifting her higher.

Her head fell back against the wall again. Her breasts bounced against my chest. I put my mouth on her neck and sucked hard as I drove into her again and again. The sound of our bodies colliding filled the room. She was soaking wet. Her inner muscles squeezed. I shifted angles, grinding against that spot inside her. Her legs spasmed. One hand flew to my hair, yanking hard. The other raked down my spine.

I fucked her faster. The wall creaked behind her. Her body started to bow. Her thighs quivered. I felt her tightening, fluttering wildly. Her breath turned into desperate gasps and she bit down hard on my neck as she came. Her body pulsed around me. I didn’t stop. I kept thrusting, deep and hard, chasing the heat building inside me. I grabbed her ass with both hands, lifting her off the ground as I pounded up into her. Her arms wrapped tight around my neck. Pressure built fast. Her sweat-slick skin slid against mine. Her heartbeat hammered against my chest as I buried my face in her neck. The edge rushed closer.

I was driving into Maeve, pushing her higher with every thrust. Her back hit the wall over and over. Maeve was still feeling the effects of her orgasm, her body still reacting, twitching and squeezing around me.

I could feel her thighs shaking around my waist, her heels digging hard into my back. I was trying to get closer to Maeve, to feel all of her. Maeve’s body squeezed mine tight. Her head rested on my shoulder, her breath hot and ragged against my skin. Then I felt it hit me. I stayed buried inside Maeve, feeling every pulse as I came hard, spilling into her. For a second that was all there was, and the rain was the only thing I could hear. Maeve’s body was still reacting, still fluttering and clenching around my cock.

As things started to calm down, I could hear our breathing. Hers was shaky; mine was rough. I stayed inside Maeve for a bit longer, feeling what was left of her spasms. Then I slowly pulled out. Maeve was unsteady on her feet. I reached out to help her, but she slapped my hand away.

Maeve took a step away from me, her legs trembling as she bent down and snatched her shirt off the floor, yanking it quickly over her head. She didn’t bother with anything else. I watched her. She was a mess, her hair all over the place, her lips swollen. She was also really pissed off.

Maeve looked at me, her eyes blazing. She wrapped her arms around herself, her gaze flicking down to the scattered papers on the floor, then back up at me. She didn’t look vulnerable anymore; she looked like she wanted to hit me.

I pulled my pants up. The room felt small now, the good feeling already gone. She stood there barefoot, her thighs still wet and her chin lifted in that familiar way. Neither of us moved. The silence was thick and ugly, and the only sound was the rain.