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He swirls his tongue against my sensitive clit. I don’t even care that I’m bleeding, it feels so filthy and taboo.
“I’m gonna explode so hard inside you.” Eoghan comes back to my mouth, his lips stained with my blood.
Damn, that’s sexy.
This moment erupts into so much more now that I’ve given my virtue to him. He seems utterly animalistic to have made me bleed. He sinks his dick back inside me, and my world spins out of control.
“You’re so fucking tight, stretched around me, Come for me, love. You have to come your first time. I won’t leave unless you do.”
Don’t leave.
The idea he’ll keep going just so I’ll come makes me shudder on the spot.
“God, yes. Right here.” My insides shatter and every cell detonates.
“Yeah, I feel your clit pulse. Come on my cock, love. You’re mine.” His lips press into my shoulder, drenching it.
Kissing it.
Next, we’re making out. Tongues tangled and teeth gnashing.
“This is… This is… Fuck, I’m coming.” Eoghan kisses me one more time, and that’s when I feel him pulse inside me.
That’s when he comes. When he kisses me.
He squeezes me so tight, I feel like I’m going to break. Like he’ll never let me go.
But then…he does. He slides out, all slippery and hops off the bed.
Feeling drained, I struggle to keep my eyes open. Orgasms from real sex are so different from masturbating. Plus, the mental stress of this stranger in my bed is too much for my brain to properly process. Emotion breaks down my walls.
I have a mob boss in my bed.
Christ, what did I do?
CHAPTER SEVEN
Eoghan
Eight Hours Earlier:
Daniel Vance, the Fraud and Corruption Director in the Las Vegas D.A.’s office, politely listens to my argument why my brother’s case should be dismissed.
“Your investigators are slipping. The Las Vegas Cosa Nostra hired hitmen to kill my other brother in Seattle.” I pull out a printed photo of the dead hitman found on Darragh’s kitchen floor. “I can only email you this guy’s prints because someone blew his face off.”
My gaze drifts to Cormac standing next to me. He’s that someone, but I keep that to myself.
“Why is this my problem?” Vance leans back in his chair. “Why does this give you leverage against my case?”
I glance around. “Do you want it getting out that murderers are crawling all over your precious city? I think that would hurt tourism. And your boss’s chance in next year’s governor’s race. I heard you want his job.”
Vance’s upper lip curls. “Six months in county lock up.”
I laugh. “I don’t think you understand. My brother isn’t going to jail. He’s going someplace worse.” I stand up and slam my hand on Vance’s desk. “We punish our own worse than you ever can. He won’t be any more trouble to you.”
“And Ana Michaels? You want her case dismissed, too?”
Cormac stiffens next to me, heeding my hand signal to keep his fucking mouth shut.
