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“O’Malley’s… he’s working with them. He’s promised them money to help.”
Now that’s got our attention. We watch him, letting him talk it out. “They owe a debt to the Italians and the Mexicans. Liam has promised to clear it if they help bring you down… O’Malley has asked one favour of Liam… to make sure his daughter loses her baby.”
My world spins. The room turns red and my demon roars. Kill takes a step back, and I see Frankie cower as I step forward and kneel over him, pulling him up by his hair. I make sure he feels my rage as I bring the blade to his eye, slowing pushing it through his eyeball and into his brain. I watch as the fear takes over and he pisses himself right before I see the life drain out of his remaining eye.
The moment I let his body drop to the floor, the room returns to normal, and my demon rests. I turn to Kill. “Let’s get cleaned up, I’m fucking hungry.”
Chapter 41
I hate this. I feel fat and uncomfortable. I know I’m being huffy––I’m pregnant, I get it, but carrying a baby is a lot harder than I thought, especially in the New York heat.
Don’t get me wrong, I love being pregnant, knowing that I’m growing a life inside of me, but I wish I wasn’t doing it when it was so damn hot. I feel like I’m so bloody hot and horny all the damn time.
I lean forward and rest my head on the cold tiled shower wall. I let out a sigh and reach over, turning the temperature down on the water. I finally start to relax when the cold droplets hit my back and my body temperature comes down.
Biting my lip, I move my hand to my breasts, gently rubbing them. I hiss at the sensation. I normally like it rough, but the further along in my pregnancy I get, the more sensitive they seem to become.
My breath stutters as I tweak and roll my nipple. Needing more, I lower my hand, sliding it down my stomach and over the small hairs on my pussy. I glide my fingers through my soaked folds, then circle my clit. My body tingles instantly, and I moan as I slip a finger into my pussy. I thrust it in and out before adding another finger.
I imagine Finn behind me, his hands roaming over my breasts, rubbing and squeezing them, his hot kisses down my neck and along my shoulder as an unknown face is on their knees in front of me, rubbing at my clit while their tongue glides in and out of my pussy, licking all around my walls. It’s been a couple of months since that first night when Finn let Chase go down on me. We’ve been back a couple of times, but there has only been one other time someone was on their knees eating my pussy while Finn held me from behind. Chase hadn’t be there that night, but the woman I’d seen him with that first night was there––Amanda. I’d been unsure at first, knowing I wasn’t attracted to women, but Finn seemed excited and I wanted to try it. Turns out, I don’t care who it is. Finn had wrapped his mouth around my nipples, sucking and biting while we both watched as Amanda sucked and licked every inch of my aching pussy. We’d been the show that night. Amanda brought me right to the brink so many times before she let me cum, and when I did, all eyes were on me as I screamed through an orgasm so powerful I’d literally passed out.
My breathing stutters as I increase the speed of my fingers, remembering how I felt being touched and watched. Biting my lip, I swallow a moan as I feel my orgasm building. My body starts to heat, and I reach for the temperature control, knocking it down a little more, when I catch a glimpse of a shadow out of the corner of my eye.
Smiling to myself, I return my hand to my breast, pinching and rolling my nipple between my thumb and finger. I circle my clit, adding a third finger to my pussy as my body breaks out in goosepimples. My legs shake and I widen my stance, getting a better balance. I thrust my fingers in and out, bringing myself closer to that edge, and I cry out, falling forward and leaning on the wall. My fingers continue their movements as my other hand slips from my breast and lands on the wall with a thud.
“Oh fuck, yes,” I scream, shuddering out my release. My fingers begin to slow as I spend several minutes riding out my orgasm, letting the cool water of the shower bring my body temperature back down.
When I’m finally able to move, I turn to face Finn. He’s leaning against the doorframe, his eyes dark and hooded, watching me like I’m his prey. I let my eyes travel the length of his body. His naked torso is covered in tattoos that travel all the way up his neck and down his arms. I’ve learnt over the few months we’ve been together that each one has a meaning. He has a couple of small spots free––one over his heart that runs around to his side, and a space on his back where the reaper is.
My eyes travel down to his jeans, where they sit low on his hips. His bare feet are crossed at the ankle, and as my eyes travel back up, I see the smirk on his face. I bite my lip, feeling a little shy he caught me checking him out. I don’t know why, we are married, and it isn’t the first time he’s caught me checking him out. In fact, I think he catches me at least once a day, which is several times less than I catch him.
He steps forward, grabbing a towel off the rail and wrapping it around me as I step out of the shower and into his waiting arms.
“Let’s go get you some breakfast, princess.” I roll my eyes at him as he dries me off. I tried in the beginning to tell him this was something I could do myself, that I was more than capable, but I soon learned it wasn’t about whether he thought I was capable, it was all to do with him needing to take care of me––his need to be in control.
I’ve also learned he likes me naked almost all of the time. He places the towel in the hamper by the door as I head to the closet to grab some clothes, and when I come out in a pink lace lingerie set, he lets out a heavy sigh then closes his eyes.
He reaches out his hand, pulling me onto his lap when I take it. “Baby, I would love nothing more than to spend the day fucking you, but we’re already late. We promised the guys we’d be there thirty minutes ago.”
I tip my had back just a little as he places gentle kisses on my neck, licking and sucking at my pulse point, his hands firmly gripped on my hips.
“Oh, hmm…” He moans then pulls away from me. He lifts me off his lap and we both stand. “I really need to make sure you eat before we go, come on.” He swats my arse before heading into his closet to grab his T-shirt and shoes.
I pull the dress over my head, sliding it down just as Finn reappears. “Wow,” is the only thing he says when he takes in the orange fitted summer dress. It has thin straps, leading into a modest sweetheart neckline, and stops just above my knees.
I smile and sit on the edge of the bed, looking down at my sandals, and I frown. I hate this bit. I sigh and look across at him standing against the set of drawers. He smirks, cocking his eyebrow. He knows what I want, but he won’t help me unless I ask.
He knows I hate asking for help, even with something as simple as this, but he says that I need to learn to reach out and stop being so independent.
Swallowing my stubborn pride, I cave. “Please can you help me with my shoes?”
He smiles. “Of course.” I watch him walk toward me and kneel as he lifts each foot, placing them into my sandals before securing the strap. “Will you tell me what we’re doing today?”
“You’ll see.” He smiles, pulling me from the bed and leading me out of the bedroom.
Forty-five minutes later, we’re pulling into the driveway of Killian’s house. Finn puts the car in park and gets out, rounding the front before opening my door and helping me out. “I’m sorry I made us late.” I squeeze his hand, and he leans forward, kissing me, before pulling away and shaking his head.
“You didn’t make us late, baby. I told them we were running behind before you woke up. I know you’re struggling to sleep with the heat and the baby, and I wanted you to have a little extra rest.”
