Page 34 of Daring Wicked Love (Wicked Dade #2)

“It’s done.”

“What about the CCTV footage from the bar?”

“The video is about as good quality as recording on a potato,” Stefan drawled. “But it’s gone, scrubbed from the universe never to be seen again.”

“ Bon. ” I peeked back into the bedroom. “Any personal phone footage that appears, I want gone too, set up alerts for videos containing my face.”

“Are you questioning how I do my job now? Already done and added to your bill.” His fingers tapping the keys of his keyboard echoed down the phone. “I’ve sent you confirmation of Eamonn McShay’s recent arrest, before you question that too.”

Checking the files attached to his email for hard black and white proof that Orla’s father was, in fact, back in custody, I hung up the phone.

Knowing that Eamonn would never be able to hurt or cause Orla any pain ever again was the second last weight off my chest.

All I needed now was court to be finished, and I’d be free to breathe properly again.

What I asked Stefan to do was child’s play for him.

The man was a cockroach, but he was good at his job.

The leak to the police about Eamonn’s breach of parole was all they needed to lock him back up again.

I mean, all the recent fraudulent activities with certain unsavory groups that were now appearing on his bank statements were sure to put him right back in his former cell.

Not to forget about the poorly encrypted file Stefan found on his computer that may or may not have suggested his involvement with an unsolved cold case was going to be the reason he’d die behind bars.

Eamonn McShay made the last fucking mistake of his life.

And if there was even a whisper of his re-release, then he was as good as dead.

Slipping out of the ensuite, I slipped back into the bed and relished the feeling of Orla’s body curling into me. The warmth of her legs twisting around mine, the gentleness of her hands playing with the hair on my chest, and her soft breath coating my neck.

It was perfect.

She was perfect.

After everything, all the darkness, all the doubt, all the fear — the fact she saw through it all, hell, she accepted it all, and now I got to hold her.

Kiss her.

Love her.

Merde, I was one lucky batard.

“I can hear you thinking,” she mumbled. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” I assured. “Go back to sleep.”

“Why aren’t you asleep?”

“I’m not tired.”

Her eyes blinked open, and damn if she didn’t steal my breath away with her lopsided sleepy smile. “Oh really? I might have the cure for that.”

She didn’t give me time to respond before she was on top of me. Her knees on either side of my head, her panty covered cunt only inches away from my lips. Saliva pooled in my mouth, my blood pressure rising as I inhaled her musky scent.

The memory of how good she tasted, how divine she felt on my tongue sent shocks straight into my hardening cock.

Pulling her top over her head, she threw it to the side. The moonlight through the window caught her silhouette basking her in its glow and highlighting her bitable breasts.

She was unearthly.

A goddess that I’d happily drop to my knees and worship to my dying breath.

Lazily, she trailed her hands down her breasts, cupping them in her palms and whimpering softly as she played with her puckering nipples.

“Fucking hell,” I groaned, entranced with the sight. “You’re a masterpiece.”

As I went to move, to reach out and touch her, she shifted and shook her head. “No touching. Just lie back and enjoy the show.”

“What if I want to touch you? What if I want to feel how wet you are as I bury my fingers into your tight cunt?”

“If you touch me, I will stop. Is that what you want?”

“ Non. ”

“Then sit there like a good boy and enjoy the show.”

I groaned. “You are such a brat.”

“ Your brat. All fucking yours.”

This woman.

Her hands kept moving, fingers sprawling across her ribcage, down her stomach, and along her hip bones. She stroked her flushed skin, her breath quickening as the tips of her fingers toyed along her underwear line.

My hands bunched the bedding tightly, desperately fighting the urge to reach out and flip her onto her back.

Christ , I wanted to bury myself deep within her.

Two fingers traced the outline of her lips through the pants, the wetness seeping through as she worked her digits up and down. Slowly she pushed her underwear to the side, revealing her dripping cunt and torturing me further.

Her readiness filled my nostrils and travelled straight into my twitching cock until precum leaked from the tip.

“Do you want to taste me?” she toyed. “Do you want to bury your tongue inside me until I come all over your face?”

“Yes, ma chérie, more than anything.”

Her finger slid along her wetness, stroking exactly where her clit was until she moaned my name. Hearing my name on her lips was nearly my undoing. Gripping the bed sheets tighter, I fought the urge to blow my load.

She pulled her finger away and placed it right on my lips. I laid there, letting her trace the seam and outline of my lips with her desire.

“Lick,” she commanded.

My tongue rolled along my bottom lip, lapping up the taste of her, a hum radiating through my chest as I savored the sheer ecstasy.

“Now be a good boy for me and open your mouth.”

My brows shot up and a fucking moan escaped from my throat. A fucking moan to being called a good boy. I was truly a goner for her, because right now, all I wanted to do was be that good boy and make her happy.

I did exactly what she said, I opened my mouth and watched her hover over my face.

No longer fighting it, I grabbed the globes of her ass. “If you’re going to sit on my face, Pixie. Then sit.” I pulled her right down, her cunt landing perfectly on my mouth and by fuck did I savor the fresh taste of her once again.

My tongue lapped up the dripping desire of her, spearing right into her before working up to her clit.

I sucked her nerves right between my teeth, the tip of my tongue swirling along the sensitive nub, wanting nothing more for her to become a puddle of her own messes right on my face.

Her hips ground down as she chanted my name. “Fuck, Frederic.”

There was no other person I wanted to ever say my name like that again.

She was it for me. There would be no one else ever.

Orla’s hands found the headboard, her legs seizing, and her whole body started to tighten atop me. My own hips pushed upward, my cock in desperate need for attention.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my fucking god .” Watching her come undone, her hips riding my face like a fucking cowboy at a rodeo, I knew I’d be replaying that memory over and over again on my deathbed.

Her toes curled, her body spasmed, and the last curse word leaving her mouth teetered off into nothing more than gasps and breathy moans.

Sounds I wanted to listen to on loop.

She rolled off me, her body going limp on the bed before she turned to meet my gaze with a smirk. “How did you get so good at that?”

I opened my mouth and closed it again.

“Scratch that, I don’t know why the hell I asked that,” she huffed a chuckle. “Please do not tell me about the other countless women you’ve been with.”

Turning to look up at the white ceiling, I raked my fingers through my sweat-damp hair. “I’ve only ever been with three women.”

“You’re messing with me right now.”

“ Non. ” My jaw rippled. “You’re the third.”

She sat upright and scanned my face. “Really?”

I nodded stiffly. “There were opportunities, but I turned them down. Sex has always sort of been tied up in emotions with me, I know that’s pathetic or whatever. I’ve just always struggled to separate them. I guess that’s why meaningless sex never appealed to me.”

I expected her to laugh, or to run out of bed, or to call me pathetic like I’d been called in the past, but Orla did none of those things.

Instead, she said, “Take off your boxers.”

I rolled my lips together, tasting her again, and worked my boxers off my hips down to my ankles. Orla watched, her eyes widening at my thick cock standing to attention. Under her hungry gaze, there was the love I was growing to accept.

Growing to deserve.

I gripped my cock and jerked it twice. “Are you going to sit there and watch me?” I pumped my cock again. “Or are you going to crawl on my lap and ride my cock like a good girl?”

I didn’t need to ask twice. She straddled me, pushing her hair back from her face, and lowered herself until just the tip of my cock slid into her while holding the rest of me in her grip.

“All the way, Pixie.”

Her cheeks flushed. “Hold on, I need to make sure you’ll fit in this position.”

“I know you can take all of me.”

“I’m not so sure,” she whimpered, sliding down another inch. “It’s too much.”

“You know I’ll fit perfectly inside you,” I praised. “You know why?”

She shook her head, lowering herself another inch.

“Because I was made for you, Orla. Only you.”

She didn’t give me a beat as she slid herself down, her eyes snapping shut as my cock stretched her fully. She tipped her head back. Her hands sprawling on my stomach, nails biting into my skin as she adjusted her hips, her breath catching each time she moved.

“See, ma chérie, you take me so fucking well.”

I didn’t move, giving her complete power to slide up and down my cock at her own pace.

Her hands reached forward and used my shoulders to steady herself as she brought herself all the way up and slammed herself right back down to the hilt.

Stars. The moon. The whole infinite galaxy clouded my sight.

My hands reached and pulled her face toward mine, and I buried my tongue into her mouth. She groaned as I shared the taste of her cunt with her, her hips moving faster and her body starting to shake.

“I’m so close,” she whispered on my lips. “I need… I need…”

“Are you going to be my good girl and come on my cock?”

“Yes, fuck yes ! I just need… Oh, fuck me .”

My hands rested on her hips, guiding her trembling body up and down. “Tell me what you need.”

“My clit,” she whimpered. “Rub my clit.”

Without hesitation, two fingers rested on her swollen clit. I savored the twitching of her body, the way her lips parted the second I started to rub her sensitive nerves, and how her moans were coming faster.

“That’s it,” I praised. “If only you could see yourself like this. All flushed and desperate to come while full of my cock, you’re so fucking beautiful.”

She gripped my shoulders tighter, her hair sticking to her sweat-soaked breasts as she reared back and rode me as if her life depended on it.

Wetness dripped down onto my thighs, and it was taking my entire strength not to fill her to the brim until she came first.

I was a gentleman after all — for her at least.

Her lips traced the shell of my ear, her throaty groans a symphony I didn’t want to end. I swiped my fingers over her bud again and sent her straight over the edge into oblivion.

Her body locked, a scream threatening to rip through her, only for her sinking her teeth into my collarbone did she not wake the entire hotel.

“That’s it, just right there,” I moaned, feeling her clench tighter around me and the sting of her teeth embedding deep into my flesh. “Just like that. You’re so fucking beautiful and so fucking mine.”

It felt incredible.

She felt incredible.

We felt incredible tied together as I spilled into her, making a bigger mess of the two of us.

Grabbing the towel from the earlier shower, I took my time cleaning her. “You’re so damn perfect, Orla.”

Tracing the insides of her leg, I followed the path of the towel with my lips and kissed her soft, sensitive skin, relishing the way her body twitched and the little whimpers she let escape.

When I was finished, I bundled her into my arms. Listening to her breathing lull into a softer rhythm, I fell into a blissful sleep with her whispering those three words that no longer terrified me.