Page 121 of Corrupted Pleasure

“I could be convinced to have a baby,” I murmured against his skin. His cock was hard, thick and so ready that my insides fluttered with a carnal need.

His hand gripped the back of my neck and pulled me away so he could see my face.

“Really?”

He didn’t believe me. No surprise there.

“Yeah, really,” I breathed out, leaning forward again and peppering his cheek with kisses.

Don’t be a liar,my mind whispered, but I hushed it down. Eventually I wanted to have children. And I didn’t tell him I’d be convinced to have a babynow. But if he wanted or needed to have a baby, I’d do it. For him. When the timing was right.

“Let’s not rush it,” I added, wanting to be as honest as I could with him.

Feminism went out the penthouse window.

“We should practice,” I rasped, licking the corner of his lips. God, he tasted amazing. Like cognac, me, and delicious sin.

“Are you on birth control?” I couldn’t help but smile internally. We were having this conversation entirely too late. We’ve had so much sex that if I wasn’t, I had no doubt I’d be pregnant.

“Implant.”

“We’ll get rid of it,” he growled, his palm on my belly as if he was already imagining me pregnant. It was lunacy but it made me feel hot. This man was dangerous, unscrupulous in getting what he wanted. After all, it was the reason we were married now. Yet, somehow, I had been caught and had no desire to escape him.

“Yes, eventually,” I agreed.

Liam entered me slowly, my slick core allowing his cock a smooth entrance. He was big, filling me without being all the way in. I shuddered with pleasure, the sensation of him pushing deeper into me gripping me and tearing through my walls.

I watched the spot where our bodies connected, him pushing inside me, inch by inch and a throaty moan filled the air. It was fucking erotic watching our joined bodies, his hard length disappearing inside me.

“Fuck, I love hearing your moans,” he groaned. “I’m going to fuck you every day for the rest of our lives, just to hear your sexy, throaty, voice.”

Our gazes meeting, his heated and blue like the deepest oceans pulled me into their beautiful dark depths. And I went willingly because I wanted to enjoy every second of being his. He rolled his hips until his cock was all the way inside me.

“I’ve waited a lifetime for you.”

I gasped at his words, his cock stretching me in the most delicious way. He waited forme. And as strange as it sounded, I waited for him. Maybe I searched for him too. Despite our age disparity.

My arms circled around Liam’s neck as he drove slowly into me, the position giving him depth and hitting all the right spots with each thrust. His mouth on me was gentle, almost riveting as if he wanted to worship me. Love me. It was the first time that we took it slow and it felt dangerously close to lovemaking.

This Liam triggered something deep inside of me, something I had feared my entire life. That all-consuming feeling that would make you do anything and everything for the person you love, even at the cost of your own life. Yet, I knew there was no stopping it.I love him!

Each breath, each kiss and each second brought me closer and closer to admitting my love for him. The consuming, corrupted and blind kind of love. But it was my love and mine to give to whomever I liked.

And Liam Brennan, my husband, was the one I gave it to.

“Open up to me, Céile.” He gently nipped the sensitive skin on my neck, then followed up with a lick. “Let me all the way in.”

He was so big that I felt the delicious burn with every thrust. I was soaking wet, my body a depraved temple only for him. His fingers dug into my ass as he pounded inside, claiming every single inch of me.

I whimpered against him, rolling my hips. “L-Liam,” I breathed. “I love…”You.“... this.”

The words almost slipped, the feelings swallowing me. I captured his lips as his rhythm increased, the ferocity of his slams growing. Deep and unhurried. Fast and merciless.

I might have robbed this man of a million dollars. But he had robbed me of all my senses and reason. He had robbed me of my heart, because it was his.

“Ride me, Céile,” he growled.

He rammed into me faster and harder, the power of his hips driven by animalistic force, fucking me deep and frantically. He became my air and my lungs, his mouth consuming me. I held on to him like he was my lifeline.