Page 25 of Desperate Measures

It was slow fucking going.

My company was picking up steam, but I needed help with my foreign investors, with knowing which palms to grease and which politicians to stay away from.

A lot of fucking help.

Chapter 8-Liam

You got help now, boyo.

It was just perfect timing that my sister came to me with her not so ethical plan to get me hitched to the Volkov brat.

Fuck.

That was unkind.

Michaela did nothing to deserve any of this except get mixed up in a shitty situation my sister exploited for our benefit.

Speaking of which, I grabbed my phone and sent a text to my own head of security to dig up whatever he could about that whole situation.

Whatever happened before, Michaela was my wife now, and anyone who threatened her would not live to see another sunrise.

I turned my head and rubbed a hand over my face, tugging my lower lip between my fingers.

Her father was going to blow his fucking top.

I knew Adrik Volkov. The only way to get him to accept this little charade was if we made it look real. And to do that, we had to make our marriage real.

We had to present a united front. Start a real relationship. We had tolookmarried.

Sex.

We had to have sex.

My cock stirred, and I gritted my teeth. It wouldn’t be a hardship.

Michaela was gorgeous. Her pale skin was smooth and clear. She had a thick wealth of chestnut brown hair and eyes the color of midnight, fringed by thick, dark lashes.

Her body was soft and round in all the right places. She was about eight inches shorter than me, but I liked the fact I was bigger than her.

She probably thought she weighed too much, most women did. But I was a big guy, and she would fit my body perfectly.

I bit back a groan just thinking about burying my face between those thick, pale legs.

You’re a sick fuck, Liam O’Doyle.

Then there was her mouth. Her lips were naturally pink and plump, pouty and oh-so-tempting.

I wondered if what Maggie had on her was enough to convince her to make this a real marriage?

I turned my head, biting back my groan. It had been a while since I had time for a woman in my life. Almost a year since I felt the desire to bury my cock in one.

Dating apps were all the rage, but that was off the table for a guy like me. Was a time I could just walk into a bar or restaurant and find a girl to take home, but the pandemic made everyone weird and swipe right to fuck?

No thanks.

I preferred to meet face to face before I took someone to bed.

Not that I would take anyone to bed beside my pretty wife now.