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“I’m a McGregor!”

“And I was an O’Sullivan!” Saoirse glares at me. “You won’t stand there and threaten my father as if he’s done anything that yours didn’t and worse—”

“I told you, if you speak about my father that way again—”

“What are you going to do?” Saoirse tosses her head. “Beat me? My father will have your head. Fuck me? Go ahead. All you’ll do is speed up the day when I can be done with your self-importance and your hypocrisy and your mocking, and find someone who pleasesme.”

“Oh, I know very well how much Ipleaseyou, Saoirse.” My gaze darkens. “And I told you what happens to wives who speak this way to their husbands.” My hand shoots out, grabbing her elbow, and I feel her stiffen. “I think it’s time we tour the bedroom, my lovelywife.”

She tries to jerk out of my grasp, glaring daggers at me, but I ignore her, keeping her next to me as I stride towards the bedroom. It’s as luxurious as the rest of the apartment, but I fail to notice much about it. All of my attention is on Saoirse, my blood pumping hotly through my veins.She dares to talk back to me, over and over again. She dares to say things about my family, about me—she doesn’t back down.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” I snarl, glaring down at her defiant, gorgeous face. She looks ready to spit fire up at me, and I can feel myself hardening, my traitorous body reacting with pure lust to the infuriating woman in front of me, the one woman in the world that I don’twantto lust after.

“An O’Sullivan daughter,” she hisses up at me. “As good as a princess, here. And your wife,Connor McGregor.”

“Which means you clearly need a lesson in how wives in your position ought to speak to their husbands, and how to behave.” My cock throbs, painfully hard, and I smile cruelly down at her. “Get on your knees, Saoirse. You were so eager for me on our wedding night. Show me how eager you are to please your King.”

Saoirse shakes her head defiantly, glaring at me. “No man tells me to get on my knees,” she spits. “Especially not you—”

“Oh, but I remember telling you at the club. You were happy to do so then. Now you’re my wife, Saoirse, and my cock needs relief. So get on your knees,wife, and suck it. Show me how obedient you are.” I reach out, trailing my fingers over her jaw, and I don’t miss the way it makes her shiver. “I know you’re wet right now, from being told what to do, as much as you hate it. Get on your knees, and get my cock out. If you do a good job, maybe I’ll reconsider how I’m feeling about your family just now.”

Her eyes widen, and I see something very close to hate twist her gorgeous features. “No,” she hisses. “Just fuck me, Connor, and get it over with, if you need to come. At least that has some purpose.”

“So does this.” I reach down, undoing my belt buckle. “Teaching you a lesson. Or do I need to spank that perfect ass of yours first? I know you’d enjoy that, too, but I can make sure you won’t be able to sit down comfortably for some time, anyway.”

Saoirse’s eyes glitter. “Make me,” she snaps.

I can feel my patience hanging on by a thread. I grab her chin in my hand, not too hard, but firmly enough to force her to look up at me. “Would you be so defiant if it was Niall telling you to get on your knees for him?”

“I don’t know,” she hisses. “He’s never tried.”

“So you’re admitting there’s something between the two of you.”

“For fuck’s sake!” She wrenches away from my grasp, and my chest clenches at the sight of the red mark on her chin where she’d pulled away. I enjoy leaving marks on her, but ones that give us both pleasure, not ones that actually hurt her. As much as she enrages me and as much as I enjoy inflicting some pain during sex, I don’t enjoyreallyhurting a woman.

“We agreed we wouldn’t ask questions about who we were with, once we have the freedom to take other lovers,” Saoirse says sharply, her arms crossed beneath her breasts. “Part of having an open marriage isno jealousy, Connor, and as much as you keep fucking insisting you’re not jealous, at this point you’re just fucking lying to yourself and me, or you’re an idiot.”

“What did I say about talking to me like that—”

“Are you going to put up with me being jealous over your other women?” She narrows her eyes at me. “I don’t fucking think so. So stop talking about who you think I might fuck.”

“I have no other women right now,” I tell her coldly. “More’s the pity, I feel like at the moment. Andyoucan’t fuck anyone else until you give me an heir, or have you forgotten?”

“I haven’t,” Saoirse says icily. “I haven’t forgotten, or fucked anyone else. And frankly, I’m insulted that you keep bringing it up. If there’s anything you should know about me by now, Connor, it’s that my duty and family are important to me. Keeping my word matters to me. So no, I haven’t fucked anyone but you, and I won’t, until I fulfill my part of our deal.”

She stalks towards me, her eyes glittering angrily, and to my shock she sinks down on her knees, looking up at me with those flashing green eyes. “I won’t be ordered down on my knees.” Her fingers go to my zipper, pulling it down slowly, and I look down at her, confused and thrown slightly off-balance—which pisses me off all over again.

“But if my husband needs pleasure, and Idecideto give him the relief he soclearlyneeds—” her fingers skim over the straining ridge of my cock, and I suck in a breath despite myself. “—then maybe I’ll do just that, ofmy own accord—go down on my knees and do that for him.”

Goddamn it, how did she get the upper hand again?I’d come in here intending to get Saoirse down on her knees, roughly fuck her face until I was ready to come inside of her, and spank her ass if she kept mouthing off to me. Instead, she didn’t give an inch, and now she’s behaving as if it’s her decision to go down on me, toallowme the pleasure of her mouth again—

I shouldn’t let her do it. I should drag her up to her feet and toss her on the bed for a good fucking, or leave her here and let her think about how she doesn’t call the shots. But I feel frozen, as if I can’t move. She’s looking up at me, that victorious, wickedly seductive expression on her face, her full soft lips parted as she takes my cock out, her soft hand wrapping around my aching shaft.

I should stop her, but I don’t. I feel as if Ican’t. No one has ever mesmerized me this much, fuckinghypnotizedme, those green eyes staring into mine as she rounds those lips and pushes them onto my cockhead, her tongue swirling over the soft flesh beneath it, and the pleasure that jolts through me is so intense that I feel dizzy for a moment.

“You showed me how you liked it, back at the club. I think this is right?” Saoirse looks almost innocent now as she takes the rest of my swollen head into her mouth, sucking as she slides down, and I let out an almost animalistic groan of pleasure.

She slides her mouth off of it, smiling silkily up at me. “That’s what I thought,” she purrs. “And you like it when I take all of it in my throat—”


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