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that instant. My face was furious as I glared at her.
    “How many fuckers have been in my pussy?” I growled. My mind was wondering about all the little redheaded fucks in Ireland that satisfied her needs. I wanted to tear them to shreds. I was feeling quite nuts at that moment.
    She was so relaxed even with my rough touch that she answered without thinking, obviously. “Are you talking about touching it or putting their cock in me?”
    The fact that she asked for me to qualify my question pissed me off so much that I demanded an answer. “Who the fuck put their hands on you?”
    “So far just one,” she moaned still lost in my rough touch.
    “Well, just so you know he’s a dead man, and I want a name.”
    “Well, you’ve got a gun over there. Go ahead and shoot yourself,” she said
    “Look at me,” I pull her face close to mine. “Are you telling me what the fuck I think you’re telling me?” She couldn’t be telling that she was a virgin. That was too unreal to believe.
    She her already flushed face blushed deeper, and I realized that I just found my wife. The fact that she was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen and turned me beyond all reasonable thought, was just the start. She was pure. That in itself was amazing, especially someone who’s so damn sexy. I ignored the misgivings and made my decision.
    “I’m glad you told me before I took you.”
    “So you don’t want me anymore, and I can go back to Ireland?” she said.
    “Look, you better get used to seeing all of me honey because this is settled. You’re mine to keep.”
    I turned off the shower because I was done. She needed to be deflowered, and there wasn’t a moment to waste. I needed to taste her sweet breasts that bounced slightly when she moved about. I needed to fill her with my heirs as soon as possible. Fuck man—nothing but trouble.

Chapter 3
    What the fuck was mentally wrong with me? Could my cousin’s promiscuity be rubbing off on me? I was so unbelievably turned on when he told his guard dog, I wasn’t allowed to leave the room. I don’t know if it was because I had free range all my life that I enjoyed his control or was there something about this thug that commanded me to willingly submit to him. His face was strong and just had a little gruff on it.
    His eyes were staring at me like I was his. Something even the strong, bossy, and domineering Declan feared to do. He’d always been a strong leader on his ranch, but with me he wasn’t. He let me run circles around him and didn’t even bother to move past kissing me. I liked Declan, but when this guy touched me I knew I was his to possess.
    Strange, mental, deranged. I don’t know if all those fit my state of mind, but I wouldn’t doubt it. I wanted him like a junkie and a needle. I tried to fight him, but the disgust at his actions was missing. He seemed to believe he had a right to kidnap Diana, and I was starting to agree with him. I would never want anyone dead, but I understood something dangerous and wrong happened between the two organizations.
    I tried to tell him I hated him again, but he wasn’t putting up with my attitude. He was on my mouth in a second, and I was drowning in my instant need. Oh Lord, I was going to hell for this. I was just like the typical woman—I wanted the bad boy. Now that he was demanding I go into the shower with him, I went before I dared him. He didn’t seem like the kind of man that would tolerate my resistance.
    “Strip now.” I heard him say, and I nearly came undone. I was embarrassed to show myself to him. He’d probably seen loads of women naked. Once I was naked, I watched his eyes darken as he stared at my breasts. The predatory look in his eyes had been so intense I had to turn away. That was when I spotted his gun lying on the sink. I wasn’t going to use it, but he must have noticed it too because he scooped me up and into the shower.
    I refused to look at his face which forced my eyes down, and his enormous cock was