Page 54 of Reckless Seduction
I’ve never been in love before. Not even with Drew. I’ve also never been with any other man besides the twins. What does that say about me that I’ve fallen for the first two men to show any interest in me after the only man I’ve ever been with cheated?
Is this love?
Or is it something else?
I tighten my legs around his waist, bucking my hips to get him to move, quickly becoming uncomfortable with where my thoughts are taking me. Seamus needs to fuck me—now.
“Seamus,” I moan, rocking my hips, pleading with him to move. I need him to move. “Please.”
The Irish sex god smirks, my begging drawing him out of his soft gaze.
“Ask nicely, wildcat,” he whispers heatedly.
I groan, wishing I could take it back. Fuck… I really want orgasms. The Kavanaugh twins have created a monster. An orgasm-loving monster.
“Please, sir,” I purr, licking my lips as I run my hands down his chest, my nails scraping at the skin hard enough to leave little red lines in their wake. Seamus shudders. “Please fuck me.”
“All you had to do was ask.”
Then he begins to move in earnest. I buck against him like a woman possessed, meeting each of his brutal thrusts with my own. He sucks one of my nipples into his mouth, one hand coming up underneath my ass, pushing him in even deeper. I whimper needily against his lips, snaking my hand down between us and teasing my swollen clit. The added stimulation sends me hurtling toward the abyss, my muscles tightening and my core clenching as I scream his name.
“Fuck, wildcat,” he curses as he pumps into me like a lion taking his bitch in heat, prolonging my orgasm until I’m sobbing into the crook of his neck, holding on for dear life. “Jesus, you're a dream.”
Stars explode across my vision as the first orgasm bleeds into the second, and I’m nothing more than a boneless heap beneath him.
“Now that was the type of sweatiness I’d been hoping for,” I laugh breathlessly. Seamus chuckles as he rolls us onto our sides, his cock still buried inside me. We remain like that for a while, catching our breath and basking in the afterglow of our fucking. My head rests against his bicep; his arm curls possessively around me. I run my hand down his pecs, sweeping my fingers along the masterful paintings of his chest.
The rumbling of my stomach breaks through the comfortable silence. Seamus must hear it talking, because he smiles before easing himself out of me.
“Let’s get you fed, wildcat.” He stands, gently dragging me along with him. When he turns away from me to grab his clothes, I get the perfect view of his round, muscular ass, and my pussy is throbbing all over again.
A sheepish grin forms on my face when he turns and catches me staring, the heat in his eyes returning as he takes in my naked state, his cum still dripping down my legs. A part of me wants to be embarrassed, but I’m far from it. If anything, it turns me on even more.
My heart sinks in my chest, and my thoughts darken. Is this just sex to them? None of us have discussed the finer points of what we are. If we are anything at all. I’m their captive, after all.
Are they laughing at me while they’re alone? Joking about how easy it is to seduce and fuck Crowe’s daughter? Is this nothing more than revenge? The joke’s on them if that’s the case. My father doesn’t give a fuck about me, but he will care if I fuck the men he’s trying to take down.
“Stop staring at me like that,” he teases me with a wink, breaking through my thoughts. Bending down, he passes me my discarded clothes. “I’m more than just a piece of meat, you know.”
“Is that so?” I tease him back as I pull them on, sans tank top. That isn’t going to be an option since he tore it right down the middle of my back.
“That’s right.” He grins, handing me his T-shirt. “I’ve got brains up in here, baby.” He points to his head.
“I’ll keep that in mind when I’m making my selection.” I wink at him. His face falls comically.
“Selection?” he asks, feigning hurt, hand splayed across his chest as he lets out a dramatic gasp. “You think you can choose between the two of us?”
I raise an eyebrow at him. “Who said either of you were in the running?” I joke, heading for the elevator.
“You got someone else in mind, wildcat?” His pace quickens as he makes his way toward me. “Someone else who can satisfy your greedy needs?”
Looking over my shoulder, I shoot him a smirk. “BOB has always been pretty good in that area.”
“Who the hell is Bob?”
I laugh but don’t answer as I break into a sprint.
“Who the hell is Bob, wildcat?”
