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I was ready, because I didn’t know what the future held, but what I did know was that right now I wanted to be with him. My father wasn’t here, so who I was didn’t matter. Peter wanted me for me, and I wanted to hold onto that with both hands and not let go.
Chapter Eight
Peter
Standing in the bedroom, I wait for Niamh to arrive. She was in my bathroom. I’d followed her request exactly. Tonight, the plan had been to try and break down those walls she had built around herself. Ivan had given me time. I had to believe he had men or women in place to deal with whatever bounty hunter made their way to Pickle Quest. Also, it helped that no matter what, I was ready and alert for whoever the fuck made it into town.
I didn’t know what had changed her mind. From the moment we hit the mats, she’d been tense, trying to create distance between us. Even at the pool, I knew I made her nervous. Those were the kind of senses she needed to start listening to. I wasn’t a good man.
She was in the company of a bastard, and her body was telling her that, but she wasn’t going to listen. Need had taken over. Need and curiosity, and possibly a whole lot of everything else.
I’d waited for this moment, but now, as I stood here waiting for her, I realized I wasn’t exactly prepared for a fucking virgin. If Ivan was here, regardless of the respect I had for him, I believe I would have punched him, not just once either.
The door to the bathroom opened and Niamh stepped out. She wore a bathrobe, and her cheeks were a lovely shade of rosy red.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to take long.”
She’d taken a shower. I’d already taken one, giving her time to get used to being at my home. I wore a towel around my waist. I would have suggested we take one together, but I knew we both needed time.
“You know, you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” I said. Again, I didn’t know why the fuck I was giving her the choice, when the truth was, neither of us had a lot of choice.
I needed to get her pregnant, and quickly. The bounty hunters would figure it out sooner or later, and one of them would get too close. I had a time limit.
“I want to do this,” she said. “I’m nervous. I’ve never done anything like this. I’d never even kissed a guy until you.”
Okay, that shouldn’t make me so fucking happy, but it did. In fact, I felt myself getting harder by the second, and all I wanted to do was fuck her, to take her hard. No other man had touched her. Niamh was a virgin. She’d not even been kissed.
“No one else had ever kissed these lips?” I asked.
“No.”
Cupping her face, I tilted her head back and stared at her lips. They were lovely and plump. Running a finger across those lips, I felt that temptation to kiss them again. I didn’t ignore it, and slammed my lips down on hers, feeling her moan as I did so. I swallowed the sounds she made and growled against her lips, not wanting to stop. I loved the feel of her mouth against mine.
Sinking my fingers into her damp hair, I held her against me. With my other hand, I couldn’t resist sliding down toward the curve of her ass, and gripping the flesh hard. I drew her against my body so we didn’t have any space. I didn’t want any distance. She felt amazing and I didn’t want to let her go.
But, I couldn’t just kiss her. I had got to get her ready. Even though Niamh being a virgin was a heady thing, I also knew this was going to hurt her. I had to be what I’d never been in my life—gentle. I didn’t even know what gentle was. I’d hurt, murdered, done everything I could to win.
Right now, Ivan needed me to be this suave gentleman to win the woman, and I didn’t fucking know how to do that. I only knew one thing, and that was I never failed.
He wanted a baby inside her, and that’s exactly what there will be. I moved us toward the bed, giving her time to tell me no. I would never force her to do anything she didn’t want to do.
She didn’t stop me, so I reached for the belt of her robe, slid it open, and there she was, in all her naked glory. I loved her curvy body, the fullness of her tits, the roundness of her hips, her full, juicy thighs.
I tipped her back to the bed and swallowed all kinds of protest. Only, this time I didn’t linger at her lips. I kissed down her neck, sucked on her pulse, which I’d come to see as a rather erogenous zone for her, not that I was complaining. It would help me arouse her.
Slowly, I trailed my lips down her body, going toward her tits. Pushing them together, I marveled at the size. She had gorgeous, red-tipped nipples, not too small, not too big, but a delightful mouthful, which I took full advantage of.
She released a moan.
My dick was getting harder by the second, and we are both wanting to plunge, balls-deep inside her virgin cunt.
I was in control. I was the man, and I would make sure Niamh was as ready as she could be before I took her.
Sucking on each rounded nipple, I loved how she writhed under me. I took my time, allowing her to get accustomed to my touch. She was not used to kindness, of that I was sure. I didn’t even need to see the evidence of what her father had done to know she had suffered cruelty.
I fucking hated her father and if I ever encountered Finn Byrne, he was going to die. I looked forward to ending his existence, but it would not be a quick death. No, I intended to make it as slow and painful as possible. I couldn’t wait to do it.
Niamh would know freedom.
Unless of course she ended up with my baby, then she would always be my wife, and I’d never let her go.
Kissing down her body, I wanted to spend a lot more time on her tits, but I needed to have a taste of her pussy. She whimpered as I passed her belly button, and then I spread her legs. I pulled away, just enough to stare at her pretty, virginal cunt. I couldn’t stop thinking about the fact no other man had touched her. She was all mine.
I’d never been the kind of man to seek out a virgin. I was aware there was a market for them, but virginal women held no appeal for me. I’d always wanted a woman who knew what she was doing.
Niamh wasn’t just some random woman. She was going to be the mother of my children, which already put her in a completely different category.
She would be protected.
She belonged to me.
She was mine.
Running the tips of my fingers up her inner thigh, I moved closer toward her pussy. I felt how tense she was, but she’s not asking me to stop, which was a relief. If she needed me to stop, I would have done so.
I needed to put my sperm inside her. It was a driving force for me to take the lips of her sex and spread them open. This first time wasn’t going to be good for her.
To virgins, this was painful, so all I could do was hope for the best, which is what I did. I go toward her clit, focusing on her pleasured nub. Sliding my tongue back and forth across her clit, I circled the bud and created a small pace.
Niamh gasped and her wriggles increased beneath me. I put my hands on her inner thighs, because there were a few times she tried to close those thighs on my face.
“Please,” she said, whimpering.
I knew exactly what she wanted, and I didn’t play around. I focused on that little nub, sending her higher and higher, until there was nowhere else for her to go. I sent her over the edge, quite quickly, bringing her to an orgasm that had her screaming my name as it echoed around the room. It was a heady sound, my name, as my tongue rode that wave, sending her over the edge and keeping control of the subtle aftershocks as I did. I only brought her down when she could no longer stand any more of the pleasure I gave her.
I knew in that moment I would gladly lick her pussy all day long. But, I didn’t have all day. I didn’t even have all night.
Moving her up the bed, I followed her, crawling between her spread thighs. I’d already lost the towel, and now there was nothing between us. I was not going to wear a condom.
With both of my hands resting either side of her head, I stared into her brown eyes. I saw the headiness of her orgasm, but also her nerves.
“We don’t have to do this,” I said.
I was not a gentleman. I didn’t even consider myself a considerate man, and those words were like a nasty aftertaste on my tongue. They’re the last things I wanted to fucking say to her. I wanted this. I wanted to feel her tight cunt wrapped around my cock. In that moment, I wasn’t sure if this was because of Ivan’s orders, or the fact I really wanted to feel her.
She put a hand on my chest, and I expected her to push me away, but she surprised me. Niamh smiled up at me.
“I’m ready.”
I doubted it, but I also wasn’t going to argue with a woman who knew what she wanted. I’d been bitten by that before way too many times, and I wasn’t going to do it now.
Reaching between us, I slid the tip of my dick between her wet pussy, getting it nice and slick, and ready. With the help of my tongue and her orgasm, she was soaking wet.
I eased the tip down, feeling her entrance, and I stared into her brown eyes. They looked up at me with a mix of excitement and nerves. I knew in a second they were going to be filled with pain.
I didn’t want to hurt her, so I warned her.
“I don’t care,” she said. “I want this. I want you. Please.”
Fuck. It was that “please.” And now, I knew I couldn’t hold back.
Tensing up, I tore through the veil of her virginity, slid my dick balls-deep inside her, and finally sealed the deal that Ivan had sent me to do.
****
Niamh
A Few Hours Later
“How are you feeling?” Peter asked.
I couldn’t help but chuckle.
We were laying in his bathtub. There were some soothing salts beneath the water, and Peter had not left my side. Well, not since he came back after taking care of the bottom sheet.
I had been a virgin. I wasn’t a virgin anymore. I was a woman. At twenty-five years old, I knew I’d been a woman for quite some time, only now, I was really a woman. I couldn’t help but frown. Did having sex make me a woman? I didn’t know. My head was in a confused place.
“I’m fine.”
I knew it was going to hurt, but I hadn’t figured out how much it was going to hurt. The pain had taken a few minutes to subside, and I was pretty sure Peter had even tried to not finish. He’d wanted to take care of me, and to call the whole thing off.
Not happening. I was doing this for me.
I wanted Peter, and even though I knew there was a chance this wasn’t going to last, I at least wanted my first time to be my choice. Not my father’s or my mother’s, or anyone else’s. This was my choice. And I chose Peter. Sweet, kind, charming Peter.
“Are you sure? I could warm up the water. I’ve got a few friends who might know a doctor.”
This made me laugh. “It’s fine. I’m fine. Please, don’t worry.” I tilted my head to the side and offered him a smile. “I do feel okay, I promise.”
He stroked a finger down my cheek. “I … hurting you … I didn’t want to.”
“I know,” I said. I did believe him. “There won’t be any more pain now.”
“I know, because we’re not doing it again.”
I chuckled and moved out of his arms. The bathtub was pretty large and I was able to straddle his waist. As I did this, I was careful because I didn’t want the water going all over the place. I happened to like Peter’s home. I’d never dream of trashing the place.
I didn’t even know where I’d gotten the confidence to spin around, smile at him, and slowly ease down onto his lap. His cock was still flaccid. He really, really, didn’t like hurting me.
How could I not be charmed by this man? I’d never known someone so gentle, so caring. I hadn’t grown up in my father’s home, but his presence lingered no matter where I was.
I cupped his face, staring into his blue eyes. They were so bright and beautiful, I knew I’d gladly look into his eyes all day and night.
“We’re never having sex again?” I asked.
“No.”
“What if I would like it?”
“I’m not going to hurt you.”
I kiss him. “You won’t hurt me, that is a promise.”
I was not even trying to have sex with him again right now, but I needed him to know that I was fine.
His hands slid up my back, going toward my neck and between my thighs. I felt an answering pulse of his cock as he started to thicken. He was getting aroused, and this surprised me.
Breaking the kiss, I stared into his eyes. “Are you so sure about not wanting to?” I asked.
“I won’t hurt you.”
“What if I want to feel you again?” I asked. “Without the pain.”
Peter grabbed my arms and I let out a yelp, not in pain, but in shock as he spun me around, pressing my back toward his chest, and banded an arm around me. The sheer strength and force of him took me completely by surprise. I was at his mercy, not that I minded.
He was in control.
I couldn’t move.
I was not afraid.
I loved the power he had just shown, which was a rather strange feeling to have.
“Not tonight,” Peter said.
“But—”
“No, I am not going to take you again tonight. It’s going to be a couple of days before you feel my cock inside you.”
I was pretty sure he gritted his teeth as he spoke. I’d never been so forward with anyone in my life.
Peter ran a hand down my body, and I stopped wriggling as his hand moved between my thighs.
“But that doesn’t mean I cannot make you feel good in another way,” he said.
He pressed a finger between my slit, stroked across my clit, and then delved down toward my entrance.
I gasped as he slid a single finger inside me. There wasn’t any pain, but I was still getting accustomed to the feel of someone inside me.
This was a different kind of feeling. He pulled the finger out of me and I couldn’t help but whimper because I didn’t want him to stop. Peter chuckled, and then eased it back inside me.
“I’m not going to stop, but I am going to play.”
Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I tried to contain the noises I wanted to make.
The pleasure Peter was causing my body was a heady thing. He drew that finger up and began to stroke my clit. I felt an orgasm already starting to build, which he took away from me by thrusting back inside me.
He changed it up, adding a second finger, and now he was fucking me with both, and then stroking my clit. Each time he touched my nub, I felt myself getting closer to an orgasm, only for him to stop before I went right over that peak. I wanted to scream at him, but again he had control over my body.
I didn’t know how long we ended up like this, where he teased and pushed my body from one extreme to another, but then it was like he knew I couldn’t take much more, and he thrust me over the edge, sending me hurtling into another shocking orgasm that took my breath away. I was sure I screamed his name a time or two, or even more.
Chapter Nine
Peter
A Few Months Later
Sliding my blade into the neck of the man who’d wandered into Pickle Quest, I had recognized him immediately. He’d tried the whole damaged car trick to gain information. For his unlucky day, I was the guy he got to ask for directions, and then of course, he asked me if I knew of a Niamh Byrne.
This guy had to have been an amateur. I was not a trained bounty hunter, but I knew a thing or two about killing people, and you didn’t go in all guns blazing, nor did you start by asking a whole heap of questions. That just didn’t happen.
Killing this bastard had been easy, way too easy, but if one had finally arrived, it was only a matter of time before more did.
Once the man was dead, which didn’t take very long, I stuffed him into the trunk of the car, climbed behind the wheel, and drove. I’d already put the call to Ivan that I was going to need a clean-up crew, and gave him the location to come and pick up the car and the dead body.
It took me less than ten minutes to arrive to the spot, and I climbed out, slammed the door, and felt the rage consume me. Danger was getting close to Niamh.
If I hadn’t been on my way back to the gym after dropping her off at the diner, he’d have found someone else to give him Niamh’s location. One of the locals wouldn’t have thought twice about laughing off the inaccuracy of her last name, and saying they didn’t know a Niamh Byrne, but they did know a Niamh Long.
This is why you had to change your first fucking name.
I didn’t have to wait long for Ivan to arrive, but I was surprised he wasn’t alone. The fucking Butcher was there, at the front of the car with him. Since when did they become such close pals? I was pissed off.
“What the fuck?” I asked, the moment Ivan got out of the car.
“Don’t get your panties in a twist,” The Butcher said.
She wore a hat, a pair of jeans, and a blouse, making her appear like an ordinary woman, when I knew she had a lot more kills under her belt. She was a professional killer. No one knew her story. In all honesty, this was the first time I had truly met her.
No one knew her name. She was a butcher. Her and The Beast’s identity had remained a mystery. I’d tried to find more information about the two, but there was nothing.
They killed and took care of business, and they were rivals, that was all. However, time to time, they would partner up to deal with whatever problem had arisen. Is that what was happening now? Ivan needed both to take over section six.
“He in the trunk?” The Butcher asked.
“Yes.” I waved my hand at her.
“You’re going to need to get yourself cleaned up,” she said. “Everything you need is with Ivan.”
I had blood on my hands as well as my shirt.
