Binding Rose: A Dark Mafia Romance(41)

But I’m suddenly too far gone to care since he’s replaced his thumb on my clit with two fingers, moving them in slow, deliberate circles. His other hand kneads my ass cheek in tandem with each stroke of the clit, guaranteeing I lose my mind, one stroke at a time. After that, it doesn’t take much more to have my body madly trembling on top of him. The pleased groan that escapes him both irritates me as well as kindles the fire threatening to burn me alive.

SLAP!

Oh dear God!

I’m so close.

So damn close.

All it will take is either a few more seconds of his knowledgeable fingers playing with my clit or another hard slap to my ass cheek for me to grab the orgasm that’s within arm’s reach. The need to cum starts blurring my vision and has me actively searching for Tiernan’s hand to do its worst.

But the instant he feels my body aching for his touch, he brutally pushes me off his lap, making me fall to the floor on hands and knees like a cat breaking its fall. It takes me a minute to recover from the shock of hitting the ground so brutishly like that. I can’t say the same thing about my denied orgasm, though. It’s going to take me much longer to recover from that.

“Hmm,” he hums, staring at the wet mark on his knee. “You’ve ruined a perfectly good pair of pants, wife. Next time, I’ll make you lick them clean with your tongue.”

My cheeks burn from embarrassment as he gets up from the bed and walks towards the bathroom as if nothing happened between us just now.

I’m still on my knees, listening to the sound of falling water from his shower, when the stark truth of Tiernan’s intentions hits me like a slap to the face—his reasoning for tonight’s so-called punishment, and I fear for our marriage, as well.

My husband doesn’t want my humility.

He wants my humiliation.





Chapter 9





Colin



“To answer your question, no. I did not sleep with her,” Tiernan confesses, tired of Shay’s constant badgering since the moment we came through the door.

“Are you fucking serious? It’s been almost a week?!”

“Your point being?” Tiernan arches a brow.

“My point is that you’re a fucking killjoy, brother. Goddamn it!” Shay curses, reaching into his jacket, pulling out a wad of cash and handing it over to me.

I don’t say a thing as I pocket my cousin’s money.

“You bet on me sleeping with my wife on our honeymoon?” Tiernan asks, his amused brow lifting even higher on his forehead.

“Sue me. I thought it was a sure thing,” Shay accuses, slumping into a chair across from Tiernan’s desk.

“And I’m sure Colin told you there is no such thing.” Tiernan smirks, his attention falling back to his computer screen.

“He did. I just didn’t believe him. I mean, come on. I’d do your wife in a heartbeat—Hernandez or not.”

Tiernan’s humor disappears at his brother’s lewd remark right at the same time I slap Shay across the head. It’s better that I put my cousin in his place before his brother decides to.

“Fucker! What did I do now?” Shay asks, aggravated, rubbing the back of his head while simultaneously staring daggers at me over his shoulder.

“It’s not what you did but what you said,” Tiernan intervenes on my behalf. “My wife isn’t like the women you take to your bed. You can’t say whatever pops into that head of yours whenever you feel like it.”

“Hello?! It’s just us here. No one is around. I know how to behave in mixed company.”

“Since when?” I add with a scoff.

“Fuck you, Col. I can behave. I just choose not to,” Shay sulks, crossing his arms over his chest in his tantrum.

“Hmph,” I mumble, unconvinced.

“So, if you haven’t been banging your wife twenty-four-seven like a normal red-blooded man would on his honeymoon, just exactly what have you been up to this past week?”

“What do you think? I’ve been working.” Tiernan points to his computer screen to drive the point home.

“Sometimes I wonder if Máthair didn’t drop you on your head when you were a baby,” Shay reprimands, shaking his head in disappointment.

“Funny. I sometimes wonder the same thing about you.” Tiernan grins.

“Hardy har har.” Shay rolls his eyes, gaining a low chuckle from his older brother. “So where is your Spanish flower anyway? Since she’s not sore in bed, sleeping off the good fuck you were too much of a pussy to give her, what has your new wife been up to?”

“Why do you care?” Tiernan asks indifferently as he examines whatever spreadsheet is in front of him. “What Rosa does or doesn’t do with her time shouldn’t be any concern of yours.”

I know from experience that when my cousin uses that dry apathetic tone of his, he’s anything but.

And so does Shay.

“Do I hear a smidge of defensiveness in your tone, dheartháir?” Shay counters, not hiding his teasing grin from Tiernan.

Tiernan redirects his cold gaze from his laptop towards his brother.

“I suggest you see a specialist since you’re obviously hearing things. If you must know, I left Rosa back at the hotel. Does that satisfy your curiosity, dheartháir?” he adds the last part mockingly.