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Maybe…
I breathe, getting heated.
Maybe because I was a virgin, I was extra snug for him. A smile builds on my mouth, and my nipples seize, thinking how I brought that fuck horse to his knees.
He may have beaten me in a courtroom that day, but I slayed him in the bedroom.
Tensions build and my orgasm hovers at the base of my spine.
“There. Right there. Oh God.” I close my eyes and flip on my back, pushing Rocco deeper inside me.
“Eoghan, fuck me. Fuck me harder.”
Okay…
God, I hear him. I hear his voice in my head, and it sets off an explosion in my womb.
Oh crap, I can’t escape him. He’s soaked into my soul like gasoline, and I’m gonna ignite into a blaze I can’t control.
My eyes still closed, I use both hands now, heatedly pumping Rocco in and out of me. I come in a fury again and my heart pounds so out of control, I might code right here on the bed.
That would be a good story for Trista’s newspaper.
Prosecutor dies by vibrator calling out the name of a crime lord’s consigliere…
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Eoghan
Ifucking know better. Yet, here I am keying into the apartment next to Jillian’s and risking my damn life to get onto her balcony. This is not only illegal, but a reckless stunt like this can land me in a psych ward.
Or the morgue if I slip.
If anyone can survive a ten-story drop, it would be Lachlan.
Hours of digging, which could have taken seconds with Balor’s help, help that I refused to ask for, I got the 411 on the condo next to Jillian’s. The owner lives in Salt Lake and uses it for vacations. Spying on his socials, I see he’s currently on a business trip in London. I’m safe to use this place for a couple of weeks.
Never mind what my brothers would do if they saw me right now. Cormac is being punished because he fucked up and put our world in danger by being a loud-mouth druggie.
Balor uses his magic veil to hide our sins. Lachlan has an army to keep anyone who might turn against us in line. Riordan is a master negotiator if the first two fail, and Kieran struts around in his custom suits, attending fundraisers giving everyone the impression we’re not evildoers.
None of them though, are like me, primal perverts who spy on women.
I climb over the low railing separating the two condos’ outdoor space, onto the long cement balcony that stretches the length of Jillian’s apartment. I just can’t goddamn stop myself.
Catching my reflection in a balcony windowpane, I halt in my steps when I realize I’m standing in front of Jillian’s bedroom.
The fucking sliding glass door is open. Her neighbor could easily get into this apartment. Pushing away my rage because I’ve got a lock on him for now, I focus on the fact that I’m standing here and he’s not. I’m watching sheer drapes billow inward from the soft breeze and he’s not.
I’m listening to the sound of buzzing and moaning and he’s…
Every other thought dies in my throat.
No fucking way.
My gaze wanders deeper into the bedroom, and what I see makes my blood turn volcanic. Jillian lies naked on her bed, writhing her hips rocking with…
A fucking vibrator.
