“I told you I wasn’t teasing,” he reminded me as he rubbed away the sting of his punishment.
In the same breath, he lifted his other hand to deliver the same treatment to my other side. This time when I cried out, it wasn’t in shock. My body was vibrating with need.
“Have you learned your lesson, Acushla?” he murmured.
I looked at him over my shoulder and said defiantly, “No.”
His eyebrows rose in surprise before he grinned devilishly at me. “Thought not, fire sprite,” he said, then proceeded to spank me twice more, soothing the pain away each time.
“Eamon, I need you. Now.” I demanded.
“Aye,” he said simply.
The sound of his sweatpants dropping to the floor only intensified the pulsing heat between my legs. He kicked them off and placed a hand flat on my lower back then rubbed the tip of his cock along my entrance, teasing me.
“Please,” I managed to whimper just as he drove into me. We both moaned loudly, stilling once he was fully seated inside. My leggings were still wrapped around my ankles, binding my legs together and creating more friction.
“I don’t think I can be gentle right now, Norah,” Eamon confessed in a strained voice.
“I don’t want you to be.”
“Thank fuck,” he bit out before pulling out and slamming back into me. His hands dug into my hips with a bruising grip, holding me in place while he thrust hard and deep, over and over. He was relentless, and I loved every second of it. When my release came, he followed close behind, growling my name.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Eamon
After Norah and I collapsed onto her bed in a sweaty heap, I wrapped my arms around her and we drifted off into a state of utter bliss. Obviously, I enjoy sex, but sex with Norah is like an out-of-body experience. Every time. She took me completely by surprise when she played along with her punishment. My fantasies don’t usually include spanking, but when I saw her naked body bent over the bed, mixed with that sassy mouth of hers, the idea of leaving my handprint on her arse turned me on in a way I wasn’t expecting.
A loud chiming brings me out of my slumber and Norah groans as she untangles herself from me. When she rolls over to snatch her phone from the bedside table, I roll with her, unwilling to break contact and hoping she doesn’t answer so I can keep her in bed longer.
“Oh no,” she whispers,her voice laced with worry.
I prop myself up on an elbow and pull her close, tucking my chin over her shoulder to glance at the screen. It’s a number I don’t recognize.
“Who is it, love?” I ask, pressing a kiss to the nape of her neck.
“I think it’s the detective from back home,” she mutters before answering and putting it on speaker.
“Hello?”
“Hello, this is Detective Morrow from the Ozark Police Department. Is this Norah Grady?” a man’s voice says.
“Hello Detective,” she answers. “Yes, this is Norah. What can I do for you?”
Her body begins trembling slightly, so I tighten my hold on her.
“I just wanted to let you know that we won’t be requiring your testimony against Ashton Kirk. He was found deceased last night.”
She sucks in a sharp breath. “Oh my god. I don’t even know what to say to that. What…happened?”
“The investigation is still ongoing, but right now it looks like Mr. Kirk committed suicide,” he says gravely.
“Wow…that’s…,” she starts. “I’m sorry. I should say that’s awful, but I can’t seem to find any remorse over this after what he did to me and all of those other women.”
“Between you and me, Miss Grady, the world is a better place with one less rapist using up oxygen. That’s off the record, of course. Do you have any questions for me?”
I’ve imagined more than once finding that piece of trash and beating the shite out of him, so I agree with Norah and the detective.
