Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 126485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 632(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 632(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
“I won’t, Dad,” I muttered. He always managed to make me feel like a five-year-old. “But it’ll take many months of planning. I don’t have that time. How about you ask one of my cousins or aunts to get the ball rollin’? They can pick a date next summer.”
“You sure the girl will still be your wife by then?”
“If she’s not, then we haven’t wasted money on a big wedding.”
I could imagine Dad’s pinched look. “Not good to joke about the sacred bond of marriage like that, Son. Not good at all. Go to Gulliver and see what you can do for atonement.”
“Dad, badmouthing marriage is the least of my worries when I sit in confession.”
“You don’t know how God weighs your sins.”
“I’m pretty sure he weighs killing more heavily than badmouthing marriage.”
“Still the impertinent boy.”
“Till my last day, Dad. Till my last day.”
“Till mine, till mine.”
He hung up and I chuckled.
Now it was time to tell the lucky bride about our wedding date. Aislinn was a clever girl so maybe she suspected that I wouldn’t want to wait several months to tie the knot, but I was fairly sure she didn’t expect to be married to me within two weeks.
I picked up the phone and called her. When she hadn’t picked up after the sixth ring, I began to worry she had already done what Killeens do and she ran away. Maybe my veiled threat today hadn’t done the trick. Would she really make me chase her? Because I would. Aislinn would become my wife even if I had to drag her to the altar.
“You’re already being clingy,” Aislinn answered the call after the eighth ring.
I grinned. Cheeky woman. It was going to be fun to show her who was boss.
“Is there a reason why you’re calling so late or do you just want to make sure I didn’t run away?”
“I know you won’t run. You’re too clever for such recklessness.”
She didn’t say anything. “What do you want, Lorcan? I need to call my mother to tell her the good news.”
She was way snarkier on the phone than in person. Maybe it was easier to forget who I was over the phone. Maybe I should scare her a little more during our next meeting, just to make sure she wouldn’t become a runaway bride.
“I want to inform you about our wedding. I thought you might want to know so you can speed up your wedding dress shopping and whatever else women do before they marry.”
“Can’t this wait? It’s not like we’re marrying tomorrow.” There was a pause. “Right?” The hint of anxiety in her voice made me smirk.
“Even with my contacts it takes two weeks to organize a decent wedding party around here.”
Aislinn let out a nervous laugh. “Two weeks? You’re kidding right?”
“Not at all, sweet Aislinn.”
She blew out a disbelieving breath. “You can’t wait to stake your claim, can you?”
“Oh, I’ll stake my claim, don’t worry. I’ll stake it over and over and over again. With my fingers and my tongue and my cock. Your mouth, your pussy, they’ll soon be mine, sweet Aislinn. Tonight I want you to finger yourself like you did last night. I want you to remember how my hands felt on you, how your clit swelled up with need, how it pulsated as my fingers gave it what it needed.”
She hung up, but she couldn’t hide her exhilarated breathing. I leaned back, remembering how her nimble fingers worked her pussy and imagined how she was doing the same now. Damn, I couldn’t wait to claim her.
I breathed heavily as my fingers clutched the phone. When Lorcan called, I’d finally gathered the courage to tell Mum, but now I was too agitated and to my mortification, too horny to call her.
Lorcan’s dirty words had flipped a switch and now my body felt hot and needy. It scared me that he had this kind of power over me, especially because his power would only grow once we were married. He wanted to play me like a puppet, and apparently my body was ready to be put on strings.
I took a cold shower despite Gulliver’s disapproving shout that two showers a day were a luxury he couldn’t afford. If he knew why I was trying to cool down, he’d wholeheartedly support my decision.
It was late that night, long after midnight, when I picked up the phone to call my mother. I’d used my last money to buy a calling card so I could call overseas to tell my mother the news before Gulliver did. Even if they weren’t on speaking terms, I had a feeling she might call him to make sure I was alright, and Gulliver probably wouldn’t hold back the monumental news.
When I finished telling Mum about my wedding to Lorcan Devaney, leaving out the detailed reasons for my agreement, silence reigned on the other end. “Aislinn, you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into. Don’t ruin your life because Imogen ruined hers. I can’t lose you both, please.”