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His Takeover: An Enemies to Lovers Romance by Piper Sullivan (117)

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A man had to appreciate Goose’s sense of humor, and although I never mentioned anything other than the fact that I was protecting Alana, Goose had given us our new identities as Mr and Mrs Muller. I was an insurance salesman, and Alana was a preschool teacher. Of course we had to change our identities too. To me a change was as good as a holiday. I was used to these temporary identity switches while working for Fergus. Changing my hair color and getting a new fashion style was nothing, but I suspected that for Alana the change would be a lot more emotional.

I flipped through the channels as I sat on the double bed in a motel room in Austin where we decided to check in for the night. There had been no sign of Shamrock’s men, and as far as I knew Goose’s boys were watching out for us, but that still didn’t mean we were in the clear. Fergus had made no further attempt to contact me and right now I was actually fucking pissed off with him. He didn’t deserve Alana as a daughter, and knowing that he was out there living the life, while we’re on the run was grating on me.

The bathroom door opened, and I turned to see what Alana had done to alter her image, but what I saw was completely unexpected and my brain seized to function as all my blood rushed to my cock. She was beautiful as a red head, but fuck me, with her hair pitch black and her brows tinted dark she looked like a Gothic queen. I stood up and looked at her, unable to form a single word.

“So? Do I look like Mrs Sophia Muller?” she asked and shrugged.

Her hair was still damp but against her pale skin she looked like a sinister marvel waiting to take a man prisoner. The tight figure hugging red dress she wore made me want to lock her away for good.

“Uh… you look different,” I safely said, “Did Goose give you that dress?”

She sighed and shrugged, “He has an interesting taste in women’s clothing.”

“Oh right, well I think you should change.”

She frowned at me and placed her hands on her hips, kicking her hip out to the side, “Change? What the hell for?”

“Well, you can’t go out looking like that. I mean you’ll draw attention to yourself.”

She rolled her eyes and shook her head, “No I won’t, this is how women dress Irish, maybe you should take some time and look around you, instead of hanging out in whorehouses.”

Oh! That was a low blow, I had no idea what had gotten into her, but with each passing day she was becoming more rebellious. I regarded her and noticed a callousness in her eyes I hadn’t seen there before. I knew that all this shit she had to go through had a lot to do with it, but I liked the old Alana, and right now, she was hidden under Mrs Muller’s thick skin.

“Suit yourself, I’m just saying, we’re trying to lie low, and drawing any attention could cause us a lot of shit.”

“No one is looking for Mr or Mrs. Muller, Irish, and frankly I’m tired of feeling like a deer in headlights, I want to go out and have dinner and just be fucking normal for once!” she ground out.

“Maybe not, but that does not make us invisible. Jesus Alana, can you for once just listen to me? Once your dad’s out of the hot water and you can go back to your old life, you can start where you left off and being dead is not going to help that!”

Alana spun around and marched back into the bathroom, “Fuck my dad and fuck the mafia and fuck my old life!” she shouted and slammed the door.

I stormed in after her and as she spun around to look at me, there was a fire in her eyes, an unmistakable fire of lust and desire.

I inhaled sharply and walked over to her, crushing my lips against hers. Since the night in the tent all I could think of was fucking her again, and right now I couldn’t hold back. I wanted her, and she wanted me. She reached up and gripped the back of my head, pulling my head down, slanting her lips against mine, she opened them allowing me to taste her fresh minty breath.

“Fuck Alana,” I uttered between kisses before roughly hoisting her up on to the counter top, ignoring her soft gasp as one of her shoes fell to the floor. She kicked off the other one, and I stepped in between her parted thighs forcing the scandalous red dress to rid up higher.

“I can’t get you out of my fucking mind,” I muttered as I bent my head down and placed open mouthed kisses all along her neck.

Her head lolled back as I nipped her soft skin, and she whispered, “I don’t want you to get me out of your mind.”

Holy fuck, I was in so much fucking trouble, even if Fergus swore death upon me I would not let him stop me from claiming this woman, I didn’t care if he tortured me to death.

I slid my hands up along her thighs and pushed her dress further up and as she buried her face in my neck she bit down hard. It was fucking hot, the little minx has awakened and somewhere between the innocent young Alana O’Devlin and Mrs Sophia Muller, she had discovered another side to her ability to drive me completely fucking mad.

I gripped the back of her head and bunched her hair in my hands, yanking her head back, “A girl that bites would have to be taught a lesson,” I murmured as I traced my fingers along the inside of her thigh.

“Then teach me,” she breathed.

God, she was completely irresistible, and with her head still tilted back, I dipped my head down and kissed her throat. The dress was stretchy enough for me to pull her neckline down over her breasts, and as her tits spilled over the top of her bra, I sucked one nipple into my mouth and then the other, alternating between the two mounds of pleasure. Alana’s moans filled the bathroom and echoed off the walls, but I couldn’t give a fuck.

I dropped to my knees before her and pushed her legs wider apart. Eye level with her pussy clad only in a triangular piece of flimsy lace, I inhaled sharply. The G-string she was wearing cut right between her pussy lips and all I could think of was tugging that piece of material against her clit, just to drive her wild. I hooked my finger into the crotch of her panties and twisted it, the thin band cut into her lips and pulled roughly against her clit.

“Oh my god!” she cried out as her ass slid towards the edge.

“Do you like that Mrs Muller?” I teased and tugged again.

“I… yes,” she stammered.

“How about this?” I asked as I slapped her cunt with three fingers, not roughly just enough to sting.

She squirmed, trying to close her legs but with me between her I kept her legs apart, “That ain’t happening lass, I want you to experience it all.”

Her chest was heaving and her tits were dangling like ripe apples from a tree while I sat between her legs inhaling her musky scent. I deliberately pushed my nose right into her panties and inhaled, letting out a deep satisfying groan and Alana gasped.

“I’m going to eat you and tongue fuck you until you forget your real name,” I ground out as I pulled out my knife from my back pocket.

Her eyes grew wide and almost fearful as I raised it to her dress where her breasts were exposed and as I slowly dragged the tip down over her stomach to her pussy, I hooked the G-string and snapped the flimsy garment.

“Oh my god Irish,” she managed to muster as she let out a sigh of relief.

“You need to learn to trust me darlin,” I said and then used my thumbs to spread her pussy open. Pretty pink and tight, I thought as my mouth watered to taste her.

“Are you going to… I mean, is it safe?”

Her innocence was even more of a turn on, and as I blew a breath over her clit and her legs spasmed, I looked up at her, “You’ll never be safe around me.”

Before she could say another word, I closed my lips over her clit and sucked it into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue. Alana’s breaths grew faster and her moans louder as I tongue fucked her. She let go of the counter and grabbed the back of my neck as she hooked her heels on my shoulders for support. I had no desire to wait, and as I shoved my tongue deep into her pussy and swirled it around, her body trembled. But even as her first orgasm assaulted her, I did not let up. I continued, driving my tongue into her and then dragging it up along her slit. I teased her clit, bit her pussy lips, slapped her ass and did the most delicious things to the most delicious woman. After her third orgasm, I finally let up and she sagged numbly to the floor, trying to stand. I flipped her over and shoved my pants down.

“Now I’m going to fuck you baby,” I whispered and Alana’s eyes met mine in the bathroom mirror.

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