The Buchanan’s Redemption (Buchanan Brothers #8)(31)
Author: Alexx Andria

“Don’t do this, Emma,” Vince said. “You’re going to end up hurt when you realize you’re wrong.”

“I’m not wrong,” she said, stepping forward, crowding his space, forcing him to meet her gaze. “Tell me who was Isabel and what did she do to you?”

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Vince stared, unable to believe this half-pint of a woman was pushing him to the point no other woman ever had. He ought to throw her out on her ass, that would show her that he was no good guy but even as his mind urged him to do it, he stood there immobilized by the arresting surety in her blue eyes. She didn’t falter or quail at his fierce scowl or mean glare. Nor did she cry when he yelled. No, not Emma. She pushed and yelled back. If he weren’t so twisted up in knots over what was happening, he would’ve thrown her to the bed and screwed her senseless because she was so damn sexy. But he couldn’t. Isabel’s presence, no matter how hard he tried pushing her away, stood between him and sanity. Except now Emma was there, too.

Each time he thought, if even for a heartbeat, that he might want to find someone to settle down with, have kids, be somewhat normal, Isabel haunted his dreams, reminding him that he didn’t deserve the comforts of normal.

And it was happening again. He felt something powerful and real with Emma — and he couldn’t let that happen. Subconsciously, he must’ve sensed it from the moment he laid eyes on her because he’d been seized with an irrational urge to protect and possess her, which went against everything he’d been about up until that point. Emma spoke to him at a cellular level, no matter that they’d known each other for such a short time, he could feel it in his pulse, the way her skin electrified his fingertips and how the sound of her breathy moans unlocked a door he’d been too afraid to open. Emma was everything he knew he couldn’t have — didn’t deserve.

He had to protect her…from himself.

“You want to know who Isabel was?” he snarled, snatching Emma by the arms and thrusting her to the bed. She landed with a startled gasp and he followed, ripping his shirt from his chest and climbing Emma’s body, giving her no opportunity for escape. He nuzzled Emma’s neck roughly, nipping the sensitive skin hard enough to cause pain. Emma shuddered but didn’t cry out. In fact, she moaned with pure excitement. The sound was his kryptonite and he fought to remember he was trying to push her away. He tore her shirt open, exposing her bare skin to her belly. “Careful the questions you ask, you might not like the answers,” he growled as he unsnapped her bra, freeing those luscious tits to his gaze.

“I can take it. Stop being such a pussy and just tell me already,” she said breathlessly, tossing her bra and pulling his head to her breast. He groaned and slipped a nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. “I think you use Isabel as an excuse to keep everyone away but…” she stopped, gasping as he laved the peak, losing himself for a brief moment in the pleasure of touching and tasting her that he almost missed what she was saying. “It’s time to stop making excuses.”

He pulled back with a dark smirk. Excuses? Poor naïve Emma…if only that were true. At this point, he’d almost welcome being an insecure shmuck rather than a manipulative bastard. Vince jerked her jeans from her hips and tossed them. His vision crossed at how lovely her hips flared and her healthy thighs met at the apex of her pussy. He wanted to dive in and lose himself for days between those thighs. But this was not about pure pleasure. He ripped her panties and tossed them as well. Emma rose on her knees and unbuckled his belt and his pants followed. His cock sprang free and she immediately sucked it down her throat. He threaded his fingers through her hair, growing thicker and harder at the tantalizing view of Emma’s plump lips sliding over his mushroom-headed cock and taking a good length of his shaft. He groaned as she sucked harder, even nipping at the sensitive ridge so that he rocked against her. Must. Stay. Focused. Vince gently pushed her away so that he could think but his straining cock would not be denied. The blood pounded through his veins, rerouting all oxygen to the most primal part of his body. Emma tumbled back on the bed, opening her legs for him and he fell on her like a beast, intent on devouring. He had to taste more of her. Just had to, his brain insisted wildly and he was helpless to ignore the demand. He plunged his tongue deeply inside her succulent womanly cleft and shuddered with pleasure at the sensual awareness of her every gasp and cry. He teased and tickled in all the right spots, driving her mindless with sweet torture but as she came close, he pulled back. “Not yet,” he said in a low, rough voice. “On your hands and knees.”

She nodded and rolled over, presenting herself as he requested. He positioned himself behind her, rubbing the soft, smooth flesh of her ass, and then rubbed the head of his cock against the silky wetness, teasing the plump folds until she was pushing back against him, trying to impale herself on his length. Vince indulged her and thrust his cock deep inside until his hips met the cushion of her behind. A low groan popped from his mouth as he began to grind against her, gripping her hips to anchor himself to her. Every thrust was a riot of sensation as her channel squeezed his shaft and sweat popped along his hairline as he nearly lost his focus. “You want to know about Isabel, my sweet Emma?” he said roughly as she grunted with each thrust into her willing body. “Let me tell you about poor Isabel…she was Dillon’s fiancée but I wanted her for myself. I wanted to fuck her just like I’m fucking you right now.” He gave Emma a light slap on the ass, causing her to emit a muffled yelp against the comforter but still she met him thrust for thrust, her eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy. God, why was she so damn perfect? “And I did, eventually. Do you hear me, Emma? I convinced my twin to help me fuck her after Dillon dumped her. She was vulnerable and lost, and heart-broken and I masterminded a plan to put her in my bed.”

“Why?” she managed to groan, clutching the bedsheets as her body shuddered.

“Because. I. Wanted. Her.” Because I loved her, he wanted to scream but he didn’t dare. He withdrew his cock to spread her juices all along her slit and up to her pink, tightly fisted rosebud. “Emma, I always get what I want…no matter the consequence. Do you understand?” And then, he slowly pushed the head of his cock into her ass, moaning as he lost himself to the intense pressure of being squeezed by her tight hole. She shuddered and gasped, nearly frozen as her body adjusted to the invasion, but as he began to move gently, in and out with increasing tempo, the tension in her body lessened and she began moaning. “That’s it, Emma…that’s my girl,” he said, unable to help himself. And then he was lost to the moment, delirious with the intense beauty of an all-encompassing pleasure that milked his cock of every drop as he lost control, spilling almost immediately when usually he had far more control. He slumped over her, almost too spent to move, but he managed to slowly withdraw and the moment he was clear, she collapsed, stunned. He rolled to his feet even though every fiber in his being wanted to lie beside her and pass out. His labored breathing mirrored hers as they both tried to recover from what had just happened between them but Vince knew in his bones that Emma could very well be The One if he wasn’t so colossally damaged at his core and he knew there was no recovering from that soul-deep revelation.