AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Damn! I’m not crying, but the sting of his belt makes my eyes water like hell. I don’t want him to think he’s made me cry, though. He’s standing over me and he can’t fail to see, but it doesn’t make him falter and I love that. Because I would hate him to believe that I can’t take this. I need this from him.
Shane brings the belt down on my ass another seven times and by the last one, my skin is on fire and I start to get a slight queasy sensation in my stomach. I close my eyes as I prepare for the next one, but his belt drops to the floor as he breathes heavily. I lie still, waiting to be dismissed, but then his firm hands run softly over the skin of my ass. I can’t help pressing myself back against him slightly as his touch soothes the fire burning through my flesh.
“You like pain, Hacker.”
It’s a statement rather than a question, but I answer anyway. “Sometimes.”
He slides one finger through my dripping folds and into my hot entrance.
“You must really like pain,” he groans. “Because you’re fucking soaking.”
Heat flushes through my chest and onto my cheeks and my pussy is throbbing along with my ass. It aches for him. But he pulls my dress down, smoothing it over my ass, before grabbing me by the elbow and pulling me up.
“Go to bed. Your own bed.”
Blinking up at him, I have to force myself not to cry for real. I want to call him an asshole, but I bite back the retort. I’m fed up of trying to second-guess his moods or figure out what he wants from me.
I give up.
Shane Ryan can go fuck himself.
Chapter
Forty-One
CONOR
Isit on the sofa in Shane’s office watching him flick through some of the paperwork on his desk. As well as our more nefarious business dealings, we have plenty of legitimate ones too. I manage the club mostly, and Liam and Mikey take care of the illegal stuff, but that leaves the bulk of it to Shane. He works at least twelve hours a day and I wish he’d cut himself some slack sometimes.
“You need me to do anything with that?” I ask.
He looks up at me as though he’d forgotten I was even in the room. “What?” he frowns.
“I said, do you need any help?”
He sits back and runs a hand over the stubble on his jaw. “No. It’s fine.”
“Why don’t you ask Jessie to help out with some of the admin stuff? Anything on the computer would take her half the time, and I know she’d be happy to be more useful around here.”
“I’m not sure allowing her even more access to our businesses is a good idea.”
“Why not? She lives in our house, Shane. If she wanted to look at our business records, I’m pretty sure she’d just freaking hack her way in.”
I watch as he sucks in a breath. “You need to be careful with her, Conor.”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” It’s my turn to frown now.
“I mean. I was watching you in the club with her last night -”
“We were dancing,” I interrupt him.
“You were almost fucking her in the middle of the club. You think with your dick when she’s around.”
“And you don’t?” I snarl at him as anger begins to bubble beneath my skin.
He shrugs. “Maybe. But I don’t look at her the way you do, Conor.”
I scowl at him. Part of me is so annoyed because he’s right. Last night she told me she thought I lived for danger, and that used to be true. But now, it seems like I live for her. For every touch, every smile, the way she laughs, and I almost told her so too. “Just what the fuck are you trying to say?”
