Oh god, just the thought sends a sensation through my body.
“You like the thought of being tied to the bed. I can see it in your face, mo chuisle,” Dean murmurs, liftin’ my chin until I meet his gaze. “I look forward to tying you to our bed once we’re married, now be a good girl. You don’t want me to have to tie you to this one because I’ll tell you now it won’t be for pleasure and your ass will hurt from the spanking it will receive.”
With those words spoken, Dean gives me yet another mind-blowing kiss leaving me wanting more.
As he leaves the room, I hear him ordering Kenyon to stay with me at all times.
Narrowing my eyes, I’m tempted to follow after him to give him a piece of my mind.
What right does he have to think he can not only order someone to watch me like a child but to threaten me with a spanking and tying me to the bed?
Oh, but the thought of being tied to that man’s bed letting him have his way with me does something to my body. Something I’ve never experienced before besides when I touched myself.
No, don’t think about it. It can’t happen. I swore I’d get away from this life and take my sister with me.
Shaking my head, I bury the thoughts of Dean in the back of my head.
I can’t allow myself to want him. I won’t do it.
Chapter 7
Dean
Fuckin’ hell, I didn’t expect to have the reaction I did to my soon-to-be wife. Readjusting myself, I can’t help but visualize Bridget lying in the center of her bed, tied up for me to do as I please. My dick throbs at the idea. Damn, I can’t wait to make that vision come to life, her arms stretched tight above her head as I shower her body with attention.
With the way Bridget stomps away, I decide to have another word with her. I follow her up to her room after asking Tomás’ for his permission for a moment to speak with his daughter. He agreed and told me to meet him in his office. Also warned me again about her being dramatic. I couldn’t care less for the dramatics, though I won’t tolerate it in front of anyone once we’re married. In private she can be as over the top as she wants to be. It just means I get to fuck her senseless. However, that isn’t what I wanted to say to her. No, I wanted to make sure Bridget knew what the repercussions would be if she tried to do something as foolish as to attempt escaping again.
I hadn’t meant to come out of Bridget’s room with a hard dick and thoughts of tying her to a bed in order to have my wicked way with her. Worse, it doesn’t seem to want to go down as I make my way back downstairs to Tomás’ office.
“Try thinking of something besides your fiancée and that thing might go away,” Mitch mutters the moment I’m within close proximity that no one else could hear him.
Shooting him a glare, I adjusted myself once more while doing as he suggests. It’s not an easy feat, but I manage to get my dick under control by the time I make it to Tomás’ office. Tomás is standing by the window in almost the same manner I’d found Bridget in.
I suppose, in this case, it’s like father, like daughter, where normally it would be like father, like son. I bet they even have the same temperament. I’ve heard the stories of how Tomás MacDermott gained his rank as the Boss of all of the Irish Mafia. He’s ruthless in the way he handles business, yet he’s gentle if not firm with his daughters.
“I assume there won’t be a problem with the contract,” Tomás says, turning to face me after Mitch closes the door encasing us all in the room.
Sighing, I meet Tomás’ gaze head-on. I won’t lie to the man. “I’ll be honest, when I arrived in Ireland, I intended to try and convince you to break the contract. I didn’t think I was ready, nor did I want to be married. I knew you wouldn’t be pleased with breaking the contract. When you first told me about Kean wanting your daughter, I thought of using that as leverage to get out of it.” I shake my head at how much of an imbecile I am to not want to marry the beauty who I’ve claimed as mine.
“What’s changed your mind?” Tomás asks, crossing his arms over his chest.
“I’m not sure. Maybe it’s when I saw Bridget climbing down the trellis or when I noticed the fight in her eyes as I told her she wasn’t leaving. But what I do know is she’s to be mine as long as you still allow it and I’ll do everything in my power to protect her. Especially right now with Kean missing.” I say, anger building inside me as thoughts of the man getting ahold of Bridget the way his son did my cousin.
“Are you the reason Kean and his son didn’t show this afternoon at my request?” Tomás’ eyes narrow as he asks this.
“Unfortunately, to my dismay, I’m not the reason. Though I won’t say I wish I were. With that said, I do have every intention of killing Kean when I find him. His son, Kayne, is already dead for what he did to my cousin at the hands of her ol’ man and when Miguel and Kean are both found I will take them both out,” I say, holding his gaze letting him know I won’t back down from this.
What feels like long minutes later Tomás finally nods. “Good, I’d merely wanted the both of them to meet
