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‘There’s my good girl. Open up for me Princess.’
I loved the way she whimpered at my touch, the way her skin flushed when I praised her. I loved how wet she always was beneath my fingers.
I loved her.
The realisation hit me at once while she moaned, arching her hips to take more of my fingers, desperately grinding her clit against the palm of my hand.
I. Loved. Maeve.
My whole body tingled as I admitted it to myself. Admitted that I loved this feisty, needy, strong yet vulnerable woman. She’d taken my hate for her and crumpled it up, tossing it aside and leaving nothing but love in its wake.
Increasing the friction between her clit and the heel of my hand, I curled my fingers inside of her as her breath quickened.
‘Fuck me?’ she said, grinding her ass hard against my cock, sending waves of need through me.
‘Not tonight, Princess. But in the morning I’m going to fuck you until you beg me to stop, filling you up with cum until you can’t take any more.’
‘I love your cum,’ she moaned as I circled her clit, my other hand slipping under her neck and curving round her to hold her against me by her throat.
‘Good, because I’m going to spend my life filling you with it. In every hole. You’re going to take it like such a good girl for me, aren’t you?’
Her skin was on fire, so hot beneath my touch as I tightened my grip on the sides of her neck, careful to avoid pressing against the front. Hips bucking, her little whimpers went straight to my dick. Fuck, I was going to come in my pants if she kept it up.
‘Yes,’ she whispered, ‘Your fingers feel so good. I’m so close.’
‘That’s it sweetie, take my fingers, I’ll even give you another for being so good.’ I slipped a third finger into her as she clamped down on me. Then I felt her tip over into the last strains before orgasm took over. Her breath hitched and her legs tensed, her pussy milking at my fingers.
‘Cum for me, Maeve. My dirty, needy girl. That’s it. There we go.’
She came screaming into my pillow, her cunt squashing my fingers as the orgasm tore through her. Her whole body shook against me as I smiled into her neck, licking and kissing until the orgasm subsided, holding her as the quakes ramped down to twitches, my hand sodden between her thighs.
As I went to move my hand, she placed her fingers over it, holding me inside her. ‘Don’t let me go, not yet. I want you there.’
‘You want to keep me holding what’s mine?’ My cock twitched against her arse at her request.
‘Yes. All yours.’ Her voice was dulled with exhaustion as her breathing calmed against my chest. ‘Thank you, Cam.’
‘Anytime baby.’ I relaxed against her, my fingers still sunk into her heat until she drifted off.
I was screwed. I loved her. She’d wriggled under my skin and taken my heart captive and there wasn’t a hope in hell I’d be letting her go. But how could I keep her safe without blowing up my family and my syndicate?
My father deserved death. Deserved to have his world blow to smithereens. But the death of a boss often left the syndicate in tatters. People turned on one another, the ecosystem always delicate between factions. It could tear everything apart. No, I had to force Father’s hand and make him vow to leave Maeve alone. But how? My father kept proof on all of us, photographs and videos and corroborations of illegal things we’d done. Drug running, theft, murder. He had it all and he wouldn’t hesitate to use mine to have me thrown in jail if I became a problem. He knew enough people in the judicial system to have a sentence swayed to whatever he desired, whether that was for or against me.
He wouldn’t hesitate to put a bullet in me either, son or not, if he perceived me to be a threat.
My life was a fucking mess. The only thing I was certain about was wanting Maeve by my side, no matter what.
When she’d fallen into a deep sleep, I removed my hand from her pyjamas and pulled her close, letting sleep capture me too.
CHAPTER TWENTY NINE
MAEVE
Days had passed since Katie and I’s night out, and when the headache finally left, I was no closer to a solution. Guilt wracked me as I avoided telling Cam about my brother’s threat, or his father’s debased side business. If he told his father the situation would escalate to a point where someone would likely die, and unfortunately it probably wouldn’t be Harold. Losing anyone else I loved wasn’t an option. I needed evidence that would prove that Harold was involved with trafficking, evidence that not he, nor anyone else, could refute.
We’d been summoned back to the mansion for another family dinner, and I was going to find my proof. Somehow.
Cam pulled my chair a little closer to his as we waited for Harold’s arrival. Katie was quieter than usual, and the tension in the room was so thick it almost felt clammy against my skin. I smiled as Cam slipped his hand under my hair and caressed the back of my neck. I’d never tire of the way he looked at me with those intense, dark eyes of his. As if I were the most precious thing in the entire universe. It gave me goosebumps every time.
