Taking the Bait (3 page)

“Don’t push me. I know what you’re going to say, but it isn’t going to change anything. Now you can walk to the shower, or I can carry you.”

She huffed, but marched her ass to the bathroom and damn, was it a nice ass. I bit my lip and squeezed my cock to get my shit under control. My brain was nearing full shutdown mode as the blood filled my cock.

“Strip now,” I commanded as I turned on the shower. She paused, but the look I gave her told her not to push it. She took off her clothes shyly, and I’d never seen a more beautiful woman. Her skin was fair until you got to her dark berry-colored nipples on her large porcelain breasts. I looked down and admired her slender waist and rounded hips. Her figure was ten times better than her cousin’s. Not that I knew personally, but I saw the broad around. The more I looked at Regan, the further and further apart in appearance they were. Her core wasn’t bare like I was used to seeing, but I liked that shit on her. It was just the right amount, there wasn’t a forest or bare like a little girl. I didn’t care for the bare chicks, but they thought that’s what all men wanted. I’m not a pervert, I like them legal and to look that way.

Setting my gun down on the sink, I finished undressing. I didn’t want her ass to get away or grab my gun. I saw her eye my piece as I set it down. So, I scooped her up in my arms and carried her into the shower. I wasn’t that fucking gone that I’d let her get the upper hand on me.

I placed her down on her feet before I began to wash myself. I needed to get the blood off me before I let her touch me the way I wanted her to. Being filthy didn’t seem right to me when it came to her. I needed to be at my best. I looked at her which was a big mistake. The way she was eying my cock was too tempting.

“You should wash yourself because if you don’t stop looking at my cock like it’s a meal I’m going to have you on your knees sucking me clean.”

“You’re so damn suave. How do you keep them from falling all over you—ready to do your bidding?”

“I don’t. They do my bidding, and then I send them packing.”

“In my experience, a man who brags about his conquests is man who isn’t good at it,” she said daringly.

“Just wash yourself up. If you don’t, I’ll do it for you, and I promise it won’t be nice.” I was pissed hearing about her experience. Why was I acting like a jealous bitch, she was just pussy to me.

She hurried up in the shower without looking at me again. I wanted to spank her ass, but instead I gave a taste of what’s to come. Regan was rinsing her hair, when I came up completely behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist, cupping her full breasts, and pressing my cock against her firm, round ass. She didn’t relax until I gave her breast one more caress, playing with her nipple. I itched to touch her hair, so I helped her with rinsing it. She moaned and sighed as my hands rubbed her scalp. The gentle massage was erotic and sensual, turning both of us on. I kissed her temple, and whispered, “Tesoro.” I don’t know why it came out of my mouth, but I meant it. I never called any of the broads anything other than their name, if I even did that.

I moved her vibrant, red hair to the side, and I tasted the dripping water down her smooth, creamy neck. I bit and nibbled on her rapid pulse and sucked on her white flesh, marking her as mine. My hands started moving all over her smooth wet skin until they found her sweet wet center. She tried to move away from my intimate touch, but I wouldn’t let her. I just pressed harder against her, letting her feel my large cock against her ass.

I entered her core with one finger. Damn, she was tight. I suddenly had a thought, but I doubt it was possible. If she was as old as her cousin and anything like her, a hundred guys had been in her. Seriously that only made me more…well, I don’t know what it made me feel, but I wasn’t happy. I grabbed her pussy harder, and she moaned. I pulled my fingers out of soaking wet core and turned her to face me. My hand returned to her pussy and other into her hair, gripping both of them a little hard. Somehow this question was fucking important, and I needed an answer right now. I mean that instant. My face was furious as I glared at her.

“How many fuckers have been in my pussy?” I growled. My mind was wondering about all the little redheaded fucks in Ireland that satisfied her needs. I wanted to tear them to shreds. I was feeling quite nuts at that moment.

She was so relaxed even with my rough touch that she answered without thinking, obviously. “Are you talking about touching it or putting their cock in me?”

The fact that she asked for me to qualify my question pissed me off so much that I demanded an answer. “Who the fuck put their hands on you?”

“So far just one,” she moaned still lost in my rough touch.

“Well, just so you know he’s a dead man, and I want a name.”

“Well, you’ve got a gun over there. Go ahead and shoot yourself,” she said

“Look at me,” I pull her face close to mine. “Are you telling me what the fuck I think you’re telling me?” She couldn’t be telling that she was a virgin. That was too unreal to believe.

She her already flushed face blushed deeper, and I realized that I just found my wife. The fact that she was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen and turned me beyond all reasonable thought, was just the start. She was pure. That in itself was amazing, especially someone who’s so damn sexy. I ignored the misgivings and made my decision.

“I’m glad you told me before I took you.”

“So you don’t want me anymore, and I can go back to Ireland?” she said.

“Look, you better get used to seeing all of me honey because this is settled. You’re mine to keep.”

I turned off the shower because I was done. She needed to be deflowered, and there wasn’t a moment to waste. I needed to taste her sweet breasts that bounced slightly when she moved about. I needed to fill her with my heirs as soon as possible. Fuck man—nothing but trouble.

What the fuck was mentally wrong with me? Could my cousin’s promiscuity be rubbing off on me? I was so unbelievably turned on when he told his guard dog, I wasn’t allowed to leave the room. I don’t know if it was because I had free range all my life that I enjoyed his control or was there something about this thug that commanded me to willingly submit to him. His face was strong and just had a little gruff on it.

His eyes were staring at me like I was his. Something even the strong, bossy, and domineering Declan feared to do. He’d always been a strong leader on his ranch, but with me he wasn’t. He let me run circles around him and didn’t even bother to move past kissing me. I liked Declan, but when this guy touched me I knew I was his to possess.

Strange, mental, deranged. I don’t know if all those fit my state of mind, but I wouldn’t doubt it. I wanted him like a junkie and a needle. I tried to fight him, but the disgust at his actions was missing. He seemed to believe he had a right to kidnap Diana, and I was starting to agree with him. I would never want anyone dead, but I understood something dangerous and wrong happened between the two organizations.

I tried to tell him I hated him again, but he wasn’t putting up with my attitude. He was on my mouth in a second, and I was drowning in my instant need. Oh Lord, I was going to hell for this. I was just like the typical woman—I wanted the bad boy. Now that he was demanding I go into the shower with him, I went before I dared him. He didn’t seem like the kind of man that would tolerate my resistance.

“Strip now.” I heard him say, and I nearly came undone. I was embarrassed to show myself to him. He’d probably seen loads of women naked. Once I was naked, I watched his eyes darken as he stared at my breasts. The predatory look in his eyes had been so intense I had to turn away. That was when I spotted his gun lying on the sink. I wasn’t going to use it, but he must have noticed it too because he scooped me up and into the shower.

I refused to look at his face which forced my eyes down, and his enormous cock was the only thing in my view. It was hard and looked strong, just like him. It was so thick that I feared what it could do to me. I hadn’t been with a man before, and he was too big. Yet my mouth was wide open in awe. I wanted it in me, to feel it’s thickness enter me, to have myself wrap around it. My mouth started to water with excitement of the untold pleasure.

His words cooled my hunger as I flushed with complete utter shame. I turned and started to wash myself. I needed to gain a sense of control and decency. I needed to end things with Declan, but I don’t think Dante would let me. I was really worried that he would kill Declan if I tried, but it felt wrong to cheat on him. I wasn’t that kind of girl.

We dried off, just barely, before he carried me back to his bed.

“You look so scared. I’m not going to hurt you…much. I want you to the point that’s almost unbearable. I know that you’re thinking about that other guy right now, and you need to stop. From now on, I’m your reality, so you better get him out of your head or your life is going to really suck. We’re getting married because I can’t have my children living as bastards.”

“This is fucking insane. I need to go. I don’t love you. I want to go back to Ireland and back to Declan.”

“Declan, so that’s his name. How long have you two being together?”

“A year.”

“So in a year, he’s never been in your pussy? What kind of man is he?”

“A gentleman.”

“No, he’s a lot of things, but I doubt a gentleman. He’s either getting his tail on the side or he’s into men.”

“Not all men are as fucked up as you. He’s helping his parents, who are now disabled, and has to run their farm all by himself.”

“Honey, I don’t care how busy I was, you’d be feeling my cock in your womb every day. So just as a warning, you’re going to get a daily workout. Enough talking. You’re going to be mine.”

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I should feel like a prick for what I planned to do her, but I didn’t. For her claims of not wanting me, she was practically combustible as soon as I touched her. I let her go on about the fucking chump of a boyfriend she had. I hated to say it, but either the fuck was lying to her or he really was a fucking good ol’ boy. I wasn’t jealous. She was mine now, and there was no way I’d let her see him again.

We both laid there naked in bed and as much as her mouth told me she didn’t want it, her body was begging for me.

“Give me your mouth,” I commanded, but she shook her head in refusal. I didn’t expect her to do as she was told, she still needed to learn who the fuck was in charge.

“Fine. You don’t like taking orders. You’ll learn the hard way.”

I didn’t take her mouth, she needed to learn a lesson today. My mouth teased down her neck to her slender shoulders before making my way to the round breasts that I wanted to taste, bite, lick, and mark as my own.

I took a lick on her right breast just above her nipple. The soft, plump flesh turned a pale pink as I gently sucked on it. Her dark berry nipples peaked with the touch of my tongue and hands. I squeezed and teased the left and sucked hard on her right, leaving my mark of ownership on her. They were perfect handfuls under my palms. I wasn’t done playing with her sexy breasts, but I did slide my fingers into her glistening curls. They were wet as I caressed and parted her folds. Her scent was faint, but still potent. My cock was throbbing with a need to come, but I wasn’t done getting her primed for my possession.

I went down in between her thighs as I took in her scent. I didn’t let her get away with the shy shit, so I pushed her thick ass thighs apart and pressed my nose into her pussy. Breathing deep, I inhaled the scent that would tantalize me for the rest of my life. She was soaked and after a little spank on her thigh a little less tense. She opened them wide and I invaded her pussy. I licked her plump lips until she started leaking on my face. Then I opened her folds and flicked her clit. She splintered into pieces as I inserted a finger into her, and I swear if she was any stronger would have snapped my neck as she squeezed her thighs. Her body shook and trembled as she fucked my face.

I kissed my way back up her body, but my finger never left her heat. In fact, I inserted a second because my cock would surely tear up her sweet snatch, and I couldn’t have her out of commission. Not when I was now craving her center beyond compare.

I took her breasts again as I rose above her and aligned my cock at her entrance.

“Mine,” I roared as I drove my needy and engorged cock into her virgin pussy, tearing through her barrier and claiming her as mine. Her cry of pain was like a loaded gun for me. My primal nature was turned on by her cries. It was only then did I give her my mouth again. This time she was getting to taste her release that had coated my tongue.

I had to wipe her tears because fuck if I was going live with the tears. I knew it was because I was too big for her, but like I told her. “I’m big, but you’re just going to have to get used to it. I’m going to fuck you ever day of the week, amore.”

My hips pushed in and out as I pumped my cock into her small opening. I could feel her walls sucking me in tightly as she started to get through the initial pain of my possession. I growled in pure animalistic domination. A sigh escaped her lips as I sucked on her neck and pushed myself all the way in. Her face changed as she began to come. It was a thing of real beauty, her eyes closed as her lips pouted. I felt like everything was going in slow motion as I claimed her. My mind was empty except for the thought of getting off. I closed my eyes and threw my head back, and in a loud growl, I cried out her name, “Regan!”

I looked down at her once I emptied all of my seed into her and had to get some answers.