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She shakes her head and sighs. “When I was leaving for work tonight, two of Cillian’s men and my brother were waiting in the hallway.”
My body tenses as I snarl, “What? I put someone on you, on your building. They cornered you. Did they threaten you?”
Her small hand pats my shoulder, and she presses herself deeper into the warmth of my body. “I’m fine, Declan. It just freaked me out. One of the guys was the same one following me when I was running. They were slimy, but they just wanted to know if I found out anything else.”
When she pauses, the silence between us stretches. It makes my gut churn in an uneasy way; one I’m not used to experiencing.
“I told them I saw Niall Farrell in your office. He’s the one with the connections to the Orange Order. They’ll consider you to be on the other side.”
“I’m not on either side,” I assure her.
“I don’t care,” there’s venom on her tongue as her body tenses. I run my fingers through her hair, and she relaxes. “I really don’t,” she whispers, “I think they need to let it go, but to them if you’re not firmly on the side of independence then you’re the enemy. They’ll find a way to try and take you down or fuck with your business.”
My mind races, trying to connect the dots. Cillian wanted guns, but that doesn’t mean he’s not aware of the other businesses I have in Boston. I have a lot of fingers in a lot of pies. Including the recreational cannabis industry which is all above board.
Well, if you don’t count the palms that I had to grease to get the coveted permits.
Totally legitimate.
The longer I sit with her quietly in my arms, the solid weight of her against my chest, the angrier I get. Not at what she did, not even at why she did it.
I’m angry she didn’t trust me from the start.
I flip us, pressing her back against the couch as I hover above her. Her eyes are red rimmed, but she’s never looked more beautiful to me. Vulnerable. Soft. All mine.
“Roisin,” I growl, “you will never keep secrets from me again. Do you understand?”
She swallows hard and nods slowly, as if she’s afraid moving too fast with incur the wrath of the beast barely leashed inside of me. She’s not fucking wrong.
I jackknife up off the couch and stand above her, a looming demon that has her eyes going wide. I can almost taste her fear slithering along her skin. I want it on my fucking tongue.
“Strip,” I bark the command and watch with rapt attention as her shaky fingers move to comply.
She could tell me no. I wouldn’t force her; not really. Her pretty lips are closed as she breathes through her nose, bottling up her fear, conquering it, and giving herself over to me.
When she’s naked on the couch, I simply stare down at her. Taking her in. Needing her trust more than I need my next breath.
“Hands above your head. Grip the armrest,” my voice isn’t gentle; it’s a lightning strike.
Her movements are a little jerky, but she does what I ask. I hold her gaze as I shed my clothes. Her eyes dart away from mine, taking me in as I make myself as bare as she is. When I cover her with my body, I can see the way her arms strain. She wants to touch me, but she doesn’t move.
“Good girl,” I grit out through my teeth, my cock begging to be buried inside of her.
Not yet.
She has a lesson to learn first.
I kiss her lips so softly and quickly that she’s chasing my mouth when I pull away. I smirk at her and start to pepper kisses down the column of her throat, down her chest, nipping at her collarbone as I go. When I get to one of her perfectly pebbled nipples, I don’t suck it into my mouth like it’s begging me to.
I nip at it. When she gasps, I take it between my teeth and bite harder. The way she writhes underneath me tells me just how much she’s enjoying it.
“Holy,” she mewls, “Declan. Please. I’m sorry,” her voice is on the edge of a sob.
Only then do I pull back. I stare down at her, our eyes locked, but I don’t say a word. When she relaxes, giving herself back over to me to rule her body, her heat, her mind, I lean forward again.
I take her other nipple between my teeth and torture it in the same way. Except this time, I add my tongue. I lash across her hardened flesh. Her hips roll, seeking some friction. I growl around my prize, reminding her who is in charge, and she freezes.
When I release her nipple, I press open mouth kisses between the valley of her breasts and then over her perfect mounds. I want her to feel my lips, my mouth, my claim.
