“He doesn’t claim him, though. Toscani is nothing more than a resulting child of an affair to some loose bitch. Folliero would be the first to tell you that.”
“Why are you defending the Italians?” Sloan raised an eyebrow.
“I’m not. I don’t give a fuck about them. I’m worried about our men. If we go to war with him, we’re risking a lot of people.”
“So be it. Our men are loyal, even if it means their death.” Sloan stood and rolled his shoulders. He slid off his suit jacket, laying it over the back of his chair. “We can discuss it with our men tomorrow evening. Can you arrange a meeting?”
Fionn’s head bobbed obediently. If he wasn’t a Killough, he might have made a lovely pet for someone. “Yeah, I can do that. I think Donal’s out of town, but we can either update him later or have him on video link during the meeting.”
“Good, make it happen.” He took two steps toward the door and paused. “I’m spending the night with my pet. Do not disturb me, are we clear?”
“Yes, boss.”
Sloan left through the door and headed up the stairs. His soldiers guarding the doors purposely didn’t look at him. It was their job to be invisible. He’d stationed one outside of Conall’s door, just in case he decided he wanted to go for a walk.
“You can leave,” Sloan told the soldier before he entered his pet’s bedroom. The enticing scent of lavender flirted with his nose. Incense, he realized. His pet lay in the middle of the wide king-sized bed, almost naked except for a loose pair of green-checked pajama pants. Interestingly, he still had the collar around his neck and not thrown on the floor like Sloan expected it to be. He had a book in his hands, a twist of distaste on those pretty cocksucking lips. “Not a fan of Jane Austen?”
“Why do you have it? You don’t seem like the Jane Austen type.”
“I’m not.” Sloan smiled, gentle and kind. He couldn’t look away from the sight in front of him. His pet truly was alluring, begging him to come closer without doing a thing. “It belonged to my pet before you. He liked reading.”
Conall raised his eyes, his lips twisting into a sneer. “What are you gawking at?”
“Your prettiness.” Sloan’s smile curved into a smirk and he shifted closer. He climbed onto the bed, expecting his pet to move away. He was pleasantly surprised when he didn’t. Sloan sat on his arse and touched Conall’s hip, caressing the groove there. “You are the prettiest man I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
Conall snorted. “I’m sure your former pets would disagree.”
Sloan knew that look in his eyes. He wanted to ask a question but was too afraid to. “You can ask me anything.”
“What happened to your last pet? The one that was gutted and left in the Hudson River.”
Sloan expected the question to come up eventually, and he silently cursed that detective. He’d make her regret ever opening her mouth. “Taylor was taken from me by Russians as revenge. They tortured him and raped him before I could reach them, then threw him in the river.”
Conall paled. “What happened to the Russians?”
Sloan smiled gently. “I cut off their cocks and fed it to them.”
His eyes widened, then surprisingly, his lips curled in amusement. As quickly as it came, it disappeared again, as though he realized what he was doing. “If the Russians take me, I’ll come back and haunt your arse.”
“Oh, pet, I’d never let them take you.” He stroked up Conall’s stomach and over his nipples, pausing to pinch at one of them. It earned him a quiet gasp. “You’re the perfect pet, the one I’ve been looking for from the start.”
Conall glared. “I’m sure you tell all your pets that. Listen”—he slapped Sloan’s hand away—“I’ll let you fuck me, use me however you please, but don’t try telling me all that mushy shit. I’m not one of those sods craving someone to love them. Got it?”
Sloan’s brow rose and he tilted his head. “I don’t tell you it to make you bend over for me, pet. I tell you because it’s true.”
“Whatever.” He rolled his eyes. “Do you want to fuck me tonight?”
“I was hoping to, yes.” Sloan touched his stomach again, running his thumb along the treasure trail that disappeared into his waistband. “I want to feel your hole grip my cock while I fuck into you.”
Conall licked his lips, desire flashing in his eyes. His gaze flicked down to Sloan’s crotch, where his cock had already started to fatten in his suit pants. “Fine. Let’s get this over with.” Even though the words sounded careless, they dripped with yearning. He wanted this as much as Sloan. “How do we do this?”
Sloan chuckled. “This isn’t something we plan out, pet. Lay back, let me take care of you.”
He dipped his fingers into Conall’s waistband, teasing the skin under it with a scrape of his nails. It provoked a tremble in Conall’s body, which urged Sloan on. He stood from the bed, unbuttoning his shirt and untucking it from his own waistband. His pet watched him the entire time, eyes wide and throat working.
He slipped the shirt off his shoulders and unbuckled his belt. His pants slid to the floor, onto the lush carpet, and he stepped out of them, leaving him in a pair of tight blue underwear that cupped his half-hard cock like a lover’s caress.
Sitting back on the bed, he leaned over Conall and kissed him softly. It was a fleeting meeting of lips, but when he pulled away, Conall came with him, almost asking for more until he remembered his act and sat back against the pillows, glaring.
