Binding Rose: A Dark Mafia Romance(93)

I, on the other hand, am very aware of every shift and move he makes, the moans on the screen only heating my already feverish skin. Every time the anti-hero grabs his love by the neck and kisses her I swallow dryly, remembering the feel of Tiernan’s fingers wrapped around my throat.

When my thighs push together to ease the ache in between them, I feel Tiernan’s gaze fall to my lap.

“I forgot,” he mumbles, running his thumb over his lower lip.

“Forgot what?” I breathe out, my traitorous voice hinting at the pain I’m currently in.

“I forgot that you know how to play dirty when it suits you.”

“How am I playing dirty, husband? It’s only a movie.”

“Is it? Or is this your not-so-subtle way to tell me you want to get fucked?” he arches a brow, his tongue licking his lips.

“I have no idea what you’re going on about.” I feign ignorance.

“Right. Because you’re that innocent.”

“Neither one of us is innocent, husband. You most of all should know that.”

“You’re right. I do. There are a lot of things that I know. Like how your pussy is drenched right now, aching for me to make my move and fill it up with my cock.”

I don’t even try to hide my blush away and instead just stare him dead in the eye.

“You don’t know everything, husband.”

“That’s true, too. I don’t know everything,” he whispers, tugging at the end of a strand of my hair. “But I know you.”

The scoff that comes out of me is just as unconvincing as the woman’s moans on the screen.

“Are you saying that if I put my hands on you right now, I wouldn’t find you wet and wanting?”

“I’m saying that you have a bigger ego than you have sense.” I smile sweetly at him.

“That’s not the only thing that’s big right now. Should I show you what I mean, acushla? All you have to do is ask.”

My heart beats in my throat as I watch him stroke the large bulge in his pants.

“Show me,” I whisper, my gaze glued to his large hand adding pressure to his sheathed cock.

“I thought you’d never ask,” he grunts. “But I’ll do you one better.”

Before I realize his intentions, his hands are on my waist, pulling me up from my seat and straddling me on his lap. I moan when his hard cock rubs against my sensitive clit.

“Now, isn’t this better?” He cocks a smile, his hands on my hips forcing me to rub up against him.

“Better for you, maybe. I’m not so easily impressed.”

“You always did like to make me work for it.” He chuckles, amused.

“Your memory is faulty, too. As I recall, I always did most of the work.”

“Then why break from tradition?” he coos, his rich ale breath tickling my neck as he leans into my ear. “If you want to get fucked, then I suggest you work for it.”

His words should embarrass me, but they don’t. In fact, they spur me on, making me rub myself against him without his added persuasion. I ride his cock, our clothes starting to bother me, wanting him inside me already. But if I’m to be left hurting, then by God, so will he. It doesn’t take long for both of us to be panting, my nipples hard as jewels each time they chafe against my shirt, while his hands cup my ass cheeks to keep our rhythm going. When I feel he’s starting to lose all decorum, I lean in and bite his scruffy jaw, using my tongue to lick up his cheek.

“Fuck,” he murmurs, dry humping me to the edge of oblivion. “Stop playing games, acushla.”

“Who says I’m playing anything?” I taunt, my teeth sinking into his earlobe.

“Goddamn it,” he growls, hurriedly pulling the hem of my t-shirt over my head.

Inwardly I stand on the podium to receive my award for making him break first, but the image soon vanishes away when his mouth begins to suck at my tender breasts.

“Argh!” I arch my back, seeking out his forbidden kiss.

“Hold still, wife. Fuck,” he growls, pulling his mouth from one nipple to go to the next.

“Tiernan,” I sigh in utter desperation, tugging at his hair.

“Just say it. Tell me what you want.”

“Please,” I beg.

My nipple pops out of his mouth as his fingers wrap themselves around my neck. I almost cum from just this.

“Tell me,” he orders, his haughty gaze pouring gasoline on a large open flame burning inside me.

“I need you,” I relent, hoping my confession is enough for him to show me some mercy.

“No. You don’t. Tell me what you really need, and it’s yours. Say it.”

Virgen.

I swallow my pride and utter the words he yearns to hear.

“I need you to fuck me, husband. Please.”

The words have barely touched the air between us, but it’s all Tiernan needs to tip him over. His hands work double time to pull his cock out from his jeans and boxers, while I simultaneously pull down my pajamas and panties. It’s messy and hectic and deranged, but it’s only when I slide down his cock that true bliss occurs.

“Fuck. I missed this,” he groans, his eyes snapping closed for a moment as if it’s all too much for him.

“Tiernan,” I plead, so desperate for him to move that I’m sure I’ll lose my mind if he doesn’t.