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 was glad when the potluck was over. My brain needed a break from all the possibilities.
Once we were in Lorcan’s car and on our way home, I relaxed slightly, but my reprieve was short lived. “You ran before I was done with you.”
I gave him a confused look, unable to follow his train of thought.
“In the confessional.” His smirk got my blood pumping again, but not in arousal for once.
“You made me suck your dick in front of my uncle!”
“He didn’t see it, didn’t even realize what was happening, Aislinn.”
“But I know what I did. How am I supposed to face him?”
“With a little practice, you’ll get used to sinning.”
I crossed my arms and looked out of the window.
“Is your pussy still wet?”
I sank my teeth into my lower lip, scoffing. “I’m not going to fuck you now. I’m mad at you.”
“Angry fucking is the best fucking.”
Lorcan and I didn’t have a relationship in the traditional sense. We fucked like animals. I wished I could pretend I didn’t enjoy it, but my body was aflame with pure lust the second I saw my brutal husband. Despite my words in the car, we ended up in bed.
I hated myself a little for this. At the same time, I felt a sick satisfaction when I thought about Patrick, who was probably getting less action than me.
“If you really want to open a restaurant, I’ll support you. I think it’ll do you good to have a purpose and to get out of the house for other reasons than to snoop around. And once you’ve found your sister and realize she doesn’t need saving, it’ll be something else to keep you busy.
I turned on my side. Lorcan was already facing me, and it brought us very close. I flushed at the sudden proximity. While we’d already seen each other naked several times, and it rarely embarrassed me anymore, these intimate moments that weren’t of a sexual nature felt foreign. Lorcan and I were strangers.
“Why do you care? Wouldn’t you prefer if I spend the day at home, cleaning and cooking, and waiting for you.”
Lorcan gently tapped my forehead. “What’s in there needs a challenge, something to keep busy or you’ll just get in trouble, sweet Aislinn.”
I huffed. “I wasn’t prone to trouble before you came into my life.”
“I wasn’t the one who auctioned himself off in the Cunt Yard.”
“Won’t you ever stop reminding me?”
“I don’t think so.”
He chuckled and I couldn’t help but laugh a little too. “I want you to have your own life. I have the clan, and it keeps me very busy. You should have something too.”
“Soon, Finn will be here. I won’t have time to work in a restaurant all day, much less to build a concept, a menu, and everything else that’s involved in creating a successful business.”
“True. But if you decide to keep him here, he’ll be in daycare or kindergarten eventually. That’ll give you time, and no one will mind if you have him in the restaurant. You’ll have staff. You’ll be the boss. No one’s going to tell you when to work.”
Was Lorcan really considering having Finn live with us indefinitely? I had a feeling when Lorcan imagined having a son, it was someone to follow in his footsteps, someone who didn’t have a stutter or spasms. Maybe he liked the general concept of a child under his roof but I was sure he’d soon grow tired of the responsibility.
“Sure, but it’ll be my restaurant, my responsibility. I can’t just show up a couple of hours per day. I want to cook and be around.” I sighed.
The fact I was even discussing this seemed surreal, but it also made me ridiculously giddy. A restaurant had always been a very distant dream. With Lorcan by my side, it was a possibility, but I didn’t want to use Lorcan’s power and money.
I shook my head. “Maybe one day. Not yet. Not until I’ve found a routine here with Finn and I know what happened to Imogen.”
“You don’t want to rely on me,” Lorcan mused with a hint of bitterness.
“I want to reach my goals alone.”
“That’s not how marriage works. Maybe one day you’ll allow yourself to really consider this a marriage.”
I didn’t say anything. Lorcan always pretended like his heart was in this marriage, but I didn’t believe that. Maybe, as with children, he liked the general idea and had an idealized image of marriage in his head from what he witnessed with his parents. “Our marriage is based on blackmail.”
“Doesn’t mean it can’t develop in the right direction.”
“I still don’t even understand why you wanted to marry me in the first place. I’m sure you had many opportunities to marry an Irish girl.”
Lorcan traced a finger along my arm and hip. “I liked you the first moment I saw you.”