Chapter 18

Shea~

W hile I'd heard the phrase about poking the bear, it was clear that it was a lesson that I was finally going to learn the hard way. I'd been so determined to keep Noah in the role of the villain that it hadn't ever occurred to me that he might actually be attracted to me. It also hadn't ever occurred to me that he'd want to honor his vows after what I'd overheard. When he freely broke the gravest Commandments, why in the hell would he care about adultery? I mean, from the way that he'd treated his parents at our wedding ceremony, I had no doubt that he honored them, but that was probably the only sacred rule that he followed.

I also hated how I had sounded like a jealous fishwife when lecturing him about condoms. All I had in this marriage was my pride, and I needed to hold onto it fiercely if I planned on surviving this situation with as little battle scars as possible. No matter how my body responded to Noah's touch, I couldn't afford to forget that this wasn't a real marriage.

Noah didn't love me.

He never would.

I eyed him as he went to sit on the bed, and dressed in only a pair of grey sweatpants, that masculine physique of his was on display for all my lady bits to notice, and it surprised me that he was free of any tattoos. For some stupid reason, I'd always thought that all mobsters had tattoos, but what did I know outside movies?

"Drop the robe," he ordered, making my chin go up.

I didn't want to. Even if he did have plans to be faithful to me, it was hard not to be reminded of the conversation with his guards every time that he wanted to look at me. No matter his convictions, I was always going to be what he'd never wanted in a wife, and I didn't know how to get that splinter out from under my skin. It was always going to be there; able to ignore some days, irritating as hell on others.

When I didn't move fast enough for him, Noah's arms reached out, then he yanked me towards him by my hips. As soon as I was standing in between his spread legs, he reached for the fluffy belt, then untied it, not caring how I felt once again. Nevertheless, I didn't stop him because there was no point. I couldn't have it both ways, so it was either be available to him when he wanted me or turn the other way when he was finally forced to seek pleasure elsewhere.

As the robe opened fluidly around me, Noah's hands gripped my hips, his mouth planting a soft kiss on my stomach, which surprised me. With all of his earlier threats, I'd been certain that his plan had been to crawl behind me on the bed, then fuck me to prove a point. This…this tenderness was confusing me, and I didn't like it. I wanted to stay cocoon in my familiar rage where I was safe from not ever falling for my husband. So, yeah, this wasn't good.

"What are you doing?"

"I already told you my plans, lass," he replied. "By the time that I'm finished with you, my lips and tongue will have tasted you everywhere." His hands gripped my hips tighter as he added, "Granted, I'll never be finished with you, but finished until you pass out tonight."

The problem was that I knew exactly how well the man could make good on his promise. Even with only one night under our belts, Noah Murphy was sex on a stick, and what a stick it was. I'd never had sex with a man as hot as Noah, and it was doubly dangerous when the man knew what he was doing.

My hands automatically went to his shoulders when I felt his fingers slide between my thighs. I hadn't expected him to be here when I'd gotten out of the shower, so I hadn't bothered putting anything on underneath the robe, but it wouldn't have made a difference. If anything, Noah had proven that the other night.

"Whether it's your hair, neck, skin, tits, or pussy, you always smell so fucking good, baby," he said, his lips back on my stomach. "It drives me fucking crazy."

Don't believe him.

Despite how I was trying to condition my mind to be stronger than what my body wanted, I still let out a low moan when I felt Noah slide two fingers inside me, my hands tightening on his shoulders. My arousal hit my ears like thunder vibrating across the sky, a warning of what was to come. When his thumb stretched up to play with my clit, my moans only got louder. It was humiliating, and I wanted nothing more than to be able to control them, but I couldn't.

"Oh, God…"

However, before I could lose myself in what he was doing, Noah pulled his fingers from my body, and when those cerulean-color orbs looked up at me, I'd never wanted to hate someone so much for how gorgeous they were.

Without a word, I watched as Noah pushed his sweats and boxers down over his legs, then kick them aside. He was rock-hard, and the size of him had heat crawling down my spine. People could say what they wanted about the motion of the ocean, but there wasn't anything quite like having a long, thick, hot dick stretching you open, refusing to let you escape it.

My chest started heaving as Noah's hands reached up to push the robe off my shoulders. When the cotton fell effortlessly to the floor, I stood before him naked again, and everything that made me a woman wanted to believe that the fire in his eyes really was for me and no one else.

Noah's eyes raked me up and down before he said, "Sit on my lap."

Everything in me screamed to argue with him, but I'd just be poking the bear again, and there'd be no telling what Noah might do then. I could see him taking me to some sleazy strip club, then fucking me in front of everyone just to make his point. Noah Murphy was the type of man that would win at all costs, no matter who was paying the price.

So, placing my hands back on his shoulders, I crawled on the bed, straddling him, the heat from his cock practically searing me. He felt so goddamn good, and even with a gun to my head, I couldn't lie about that.

Noah's hands automatically went to my breasts, and his lips and tongue were on me before I could beg him to stop. "When it's just me and you, I don't want you wearing a bra," he ordered. "In this bedroom, you'll be dressed for display, baby."

"Noah…" I whimpered, his teeth nipping at my left nipple, my hips already moving over him.

"When I slide my hands up your shirt, I want to feel your tits, not your bra," he went on, making me drip on him. "When I slide my hands down your pants, I want to feel your pussy, not your panties. I want access to you at all times in here, Shea. That's not a request, either." Letting go of my breasts, Noah reached for my hips before adding, "Now, ride my cock, baby."

Pathetically needing the connection, I reached between our bodies, then positioned Noah's dick where I needed it in order to slide down his length. As soon as the head of his cock breached my opening, I let out a strangled cry, not realizing that I was still slightly sore from the other night. It felt uncomfortable but incredible all at the same time.

"Sit on all nine inches, baby," he ordered. "Show me what a good lass you can be."

"It hurts," I blurted, not meaning to.

Noah's arms reached around the back of my shoulders, and when his hands turned inward, he pushed me down hard, impaling me on his length, and I let out a cry that could be heard on the other side of our bedroom door. He'd stolen my breath with how deeply he was lodged inside me, and I felt like I'd just been injected with the deadliest of drugs.

"Good," he said, his lips hot against my neck. "And when everyone asks you what's wrong tomorrow at work, you're going to tell them that you're sore from your husband fucking you all night long."

"Oh, Christ…" I choked out, my body tightening around him, flooding him like a whore.

"You're going to tell them that you're sore from taking your husband's cock like a good slut all fucking night long," he went on.

"Oh, God…Noah…Christ…" I begged as he started moving beneath me, me not riding him at all, but him fucking me from where he sat. "Noah…"

"That's right, baby," he grunted. "What am I?"

My eyes snapped open. "Noah…" I panted.

Noah shook his head. "That's who I am, lass," he said. "Now tell me what I am."

"My husband…" I cried out as he pushed deeper into me.

"And what are you?" he asked, practically snarling the question.

"Your…oh, God…your wife…" I answered, my body already at the edge.

"You're my fucking wife, and I'm your husband, and there is only us, Shea," he swore. "Only us."

"Noah…" I cried out, my body seizing beautifully. "Noah…"

"Fuck, you're beautiful when you cum," he grunted, his hips moving mercilessly beneath me. "So fucking beautiful that I'm never going to let you sleep again, baby."

Instead of arguing with him, this time, I let him take me to Heaven, and I didn't complain once; not even when the clock struck midnight.