Dublin Ink: An age-gap enemies-to-lovers romance by Sienna Blake

Author:Sienna Blake [Blake, Sienna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: SB Publishing
Published: 2022-05-04T16:00:00+00:00

Conor

The pounding at the door hadn’t yet stopped. Something told me it wasn’t going to.

That was fine by me. I almost always had a pounding in my head anyway. If Aurnia thought she was going to annoy me into letting her out of the storeroom, then she was mistaken. She might be stubborn, but she was no match for me.

Besides, I had this one thing on my side: I knew I was right. I knew this was what was best for her. I knew that this was her only way out of the shite life she’d been dealt. I knew her way out couldn’t be me.

So I put a door between us. That way I knew she was safe. She was under my protection. But she couldn’t get to me. If she would just stop pounding that door and fill out the goddamn application, then she’d find herself in a place where I couldn’t get to her. It was for the best. For her. For me.

She could keep pounding on the door. Tire herself out with those little fists. Throw her shoulder at the heavy wood till her skin bruised and swelled. Kick and fight till sweat beaded down her delicate neck, dripped between her slick breasts, moistened the little hollow of her Cupid’s bow…

I shook my head to drive out the image and refocused on the bills in front of me. Aurnia needed to do what she needed to do. And I, well, I needed to do the same. Dublin Ink was my future even if it was about as bright as the deck lights of the Titanic. Aurnia was not my future. Could not be my future.

The numbers, more red than black, blurred in front of my vision. I couldn’t focus. Couldn’t think. Not when my mind kept painting her inside that little storeroom. Red cheeks. Panting. Eyes fiery. Irate. Chest bouncing as she flung herself at the door again.

I rubbed at my eyes, but with them closed the image became clearer: Aurnia atop me. Her cheeks red as her hair fell over her fiery eyes. Her panting as she flung her head back, exposing that neck, those trailing beads of sweat. Her tits bouncing as she rolled her hips on my cock again. Her little fists pounding at my chest because she was close…so fucking close…so fucking close. But she couldn’t quite get there. So I grabbed her hips. Not caring that I was rough. Too rough. I rolled her over so she was beneath me and she was irate because she thought she was in control. But she was never in control. I thrust into her and she—

“That’s not accomplishing a goddamn thing,” I shouted toward the storeroom angrily.

This stopped the pounding for a second or two. Rian and Mason looked up from their work in the direction of the long, dark hallway toward the back. Time hung suspended.

The pounding resumed. I growled in frustration and tried once more to focus on the bills. These were real things.

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