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It’s only once we’re settled with drinks and a few bites that she looks toward the ring. I don’t bother, she’s too captivating for anything else to hold my attention. Which is why I see her go a little pale.
I snap my gaze to where the fighters are battling it out, the end of the fight approaching quickly. One of the fighters is a regular in my ring, but the other is new to me. I don’t deal with the roster or the betting, but everyone knows who is in charge.
I narrow my eyes as the man I don’t know finishes his opponent with two powerful punches to his kidneys and a fast uppercut to the jaw. Both men are a little bloody, the victor clearly taking some hits before I was paying attention.
When I look back at Roisin, she’s gotten some of her color back and her face is a neutral mask. I desperately want to know what she’s thinking.
I listen to the announcer’s voice boom across the relatively small space, “Finn wins this round. He might be new to the ring, but that was quite a show.”
There are some boos around the room, clearly from those who bet against Finn. We have new guys wanting to try their hand at fighting for the big payout, but there are fan favorites as well and Finn knocked one of them out cold.
Roisin’s fingers tense around the stem of her champagne glass, but when I look at her, she gives me a smile that washes away everything else around us. I find myself eager to know everything I can about her, and we spend more time talking than paying attention to the fights.
I can’t remember a time when I’ve talked to a woman who isn’t Saoirse. I find out about her likes and dislikes, and she charms me with sweetness tempered with barbs of quick wit. I find I give her bits of myself easily and readily in a way that should have alarms going off in my head. I’m just too enamored to care.
We leave before the last fight because the looks some of the men in the room keep giving her have me wanting to roar and shed their blood. The quiet of the elevator ride has my woman squirming slightly as the air around us thickens with need.
Is it mine? Is it hers? I don’t give a fuck; it’s heady and I’m barely stopping myself from hiking up her skirt and ramming my cock home inside of her dripping cunt.
And I know she’d be so fucking wet for me. I can practically taste her arousal in the simmering air between us.
When we’re locked away in the backseat of my car, I yank her to me and arrange her supple body to straddle my lap. I can only take so much, and she’s been a tease from the moment I met her.
Her low voice is husky with need as her dress bunches up around her thighs, “What are you doing, Declan?”
Words fail me; I’ve always been more of a man of action anyway. I wrap my palm around the back of her neck and hold her in place as I slam my lips down on hers. The kiss is fierce and primal, branding and possessive.
My hand slides up her thigh until I reach the lace barely covering her pussy. I growl in the back of my throat when I feel how fucking drenched she is. Fuck, I should stop.
But it’s impossible.
As I swallow down her whimpers and mewls, I slide the lace to the side and plunge two fingers inside my woman’s pussy. Her walls clamp down, begging me to never leave, and I’m more than happy to oblige.
Her body knows exactly what it wants. Me.
With my thumb on her clit and my fingers deep inside of her, curled to hit the spot that will light her up from the inside out, I finger fuck my woman until she’s a shaking mess on my lap. I’ve never been harder in my damn life but knowing I’m giving her pleasure is enough for me.
For now.
She wrenches her mouth from mine, her eyes wide and more than a little wild as she looks at me. Her hips are moving in time with my fingers, chasing and seeking, needing and pleading. She’s so damn beautiful it has my soul aching to be closer, to own her so completely that she’ll never be rid of me.
“Declan,” her lips move but my name is barely a whisper between us.
When her green eyes slide closed, the grip I have on the back of her neck tightens. Her eyes pop open immediately, her entire body shaking as she glides along the razor edge of her pleasure. I know she’s close, I can feel it with every breath we take and every shudder of her body.
I lean in and nip at her earlobe. “Come all over my fingers,mo rós beag. Squeeze them with your pretty pussy. Your body knows who you belong to,” I growl softly.
She sucks in a ragged breath and her lips part, a silent scream ringing out. It reverberates down to my marrow, and I’m struck with a sense of peace no one else’s pleasure has ever provided before.
After she collapses on my chest, her panting breaths skate along my neck and make my cock throb. The car comes to a stop at the perfect time, and she lifts her head to see where we are, her eyebrows furrowing together as my driver exits the vehicle and walks away without looking back.
Roisin blushes from the tops of her tits all the way up her neck. Only then do I pull my fingers free of her pussy. I bring them up to my mouth and lick her sweet nectar from my digits as she watches me with wide, lust fogged eyes.
“Where are we?”
“Home,” I groan, her sweetness on my tongue while my need for her pulses in time with the throbbing of my cock.
There’s no fear in her eyes. No hesitation. I kiss her again and know I’ll never let her go. Even if her secrets are a bomb about to go off.
