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“I’m not mad,” I whispered honestly.
We sat silently for a few minutes. I stared out the window, watching two enormous dogs roam the garden.
“Your mother’s body is being moved to our family’s plot.”
I snapped my head up to look at him. “What? How?”
“Her body was given to the local authorities, and they placed her in an unmarked grave. I’ve pulled some strings, and she is being moved. When this mess is cleared up and it’s safe, we’ll have a proper funeral.”
My eyes stung, and the lump from yesterday returned. He’d found Mamá and was moving her to a proper grave. Emotion welled inside me.
“You don’t realise how much that means to me.” My voice cracked.
“Your mother is important to you. Death doesn’t change that. What is important to you is important to me.”
I clutched him and fought the tears, letting the enormity of what he’d done for me sink in. Our relationship had barely begun, and he was a homicidal gang leader, but he was so considerate. He didn’t buy me flowers and make empty promises. Instead, he brought me the heads of my enemies and reunited me with my mamá. I wiped my tears, deciding I didn’t want to be sad anymore.
“Thank you.”
“I protect my family.”
I turned my head and kissed him. He drove his hand into my hair, cupping the back of my skull. My breathing sped up as he slid his tongue against the seam of my mouth. I parted my lips. Need and desire rushed through me. Kissing this man was heady. I pulled back and slid down to the floor between his legs, desperate to taste him.
“This is turning out to be a great thank you,” he mused.
He looked like an indolent king, like when I first danced for him. I reached up and undid his belt and trousers, peeling down his boxers. His erection sprang free, angry and hard. I gripped the base.
“Fuck. You look good on your knees, a chuisle.”
I took him into my mouth, and a string of Irish words fell from his lips. It made me smile around the head of his dick. I hollowed my cheeks and sucked him deep. A pulse of arousal beat through me, settling at my centre as I grew wet.
Sean fisted my ponytail and lifted me off him.
“Fuckin’ heaven in that mouth.”
“Use it,” I told him and watched his eyes darken.
He directed me back and forced my head down. I gagged as I struggled to accommodate his girth at the back of my throat. My eyes watered as he pulled me back up before plunging in again. I swallowed, trying to relax my throat, and the slight panic of my air being cut off sent me soaring. He thrust his hips up, plunging into my mouth as I worked him over.
“Fecking hell. Going to make me blow like an inexperienced melter tearing his handle off for the first time.”
I don’t know what he meant, but his tone told me he was losing control. Breathing between his plunges, I was no stranger to blow jobs, but I’d never given one that turned me on like this.
“Fuck!” he roared as he stilled, his dick swelling in my mouth as he pumped salty cum down my throat. I worked to swallow it all, but some slid out of the corners of my mouth to join the tears that ran down my cheeks.
“Jesus wept. You sucked my soul out of my body, woman.” He helped me up with his good arm and cuddled me onto his lap.
I kissed him, and his tongue circled my mouth.
“Almost as delicious as your pussy.”
He stood us both up and pressed me back against his desk, kissing me hard again.
“But your arm.” I leaned back, my hands on his chest.
He twisted me around and smacked me on the arse. The sting made me gasp as a bolt of arousal rushed through me.
“I don’t need both hands to fuck you, and I’d need to be dead to not want to.”
