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His hand shoots out and he buries his fingers in the hair at the nape of my neck. “I don’t like another man that close to you, Saoirse. I don’t give a fuck who he is or how long you’ve known him.” His eyes skate down my body and then back up. “You look fucking delectable tonight and there is no fucking way I’m the only one who has noticed. I’ve been dying to sink my teeth into you.”
“You want a nibble?” I taunt him, unable to help myself.
With a growl, Conor slams his mouth down on mine, the grip he has of my hair allowing him to move my head right where he wants me. I moan into his mouth, my tongue dueling with his. It’s a fight I know I won’t win. I don’t really want to.
I melt against him as his hand slides up my leg and under my dress. When he gets to the lace barely covering my pussy, the groan that comes from his chest borders on primal. I feel the sting of the fabric against my hips as he rips it away from my body.
“Conor,” I gasp, but he swallows it down.
I’m not really mad. I’m too fucking wet and needy to be mad.
When he grips my hips, my back arches and he pulls back from my mouth. I can feel his eyes on my body, touching me with his gaze and turning me on even more.
I need him right now.
Conor lifts me up, pressing my back against the wall as he deftly undoes his pants. He looks right into my eyes, the seafoam color dark and full of delicious promises. “Who do you belong to, Saoirse?”
“You,” I moan as my legs wrap around his waist and the head of his cock hits my clit.
“That’s fucking right,” he chuckles darkly as he fills me with one, hard stroke.
My nails dig into his shoulders even though I’m sure he can’t feel the bite of them through the dress shirt and vest he’s wearing. Doesn’t matter, I hold onto him as he starts to fuck me hard and fast.
“Should be treating you better than a fast fuck in the bathroom,” he growls. He buries his face in my neck and kisses softly, the action completely opposite of his brutal thrusts which have me on the edge already. “Fuck if I can stop myself. Need to show you who you belong to.”
“I’m not complaining,” I pant and try to move my hips to meet his thrusts, but he tightens his fingers on my body and holds me in place.
Being at his mercy has my pussy squeezing around his cock. It spurs him on, and he moves faster, the pounding he’s giving me bordering on painful. I welcome it with open arms.
“Gonna have you leaking my cum to let everyone know you are off limits,” his words are gritted out through his teeth.
“Yes, fill me up,” I encourage him.
“Who owns you,mo bhanphrionsa?”
“You do, Conor,” I’m barely able to get the words out as I moan and whimper, trying to not be too loud and attract unwanted attention.
“Just as much as you own me,” he whispers, his voice loving. I cling to him harder, my belly coiling and knotting, the peak of my pleasure right fucking there. “Now, milk my cock with your cunt,” he demands.
His words send me right over the edge and warmth spreads through me as he fucks into me a few more times before filling me to the hilt, his cock jerking inside of me. I find myself smiling up at him and from the way his eyes soften, I’m sure it’s dopey as fuck.
I can’t really walk out there with his cum sliding down my thighs, but I’ll deal with that in a few minutes. For right now I soak up the feeling of being right where I want to be.
CHAPTER 8
CONOR
Adrenaline courses through me. It always does when I’m about to step into the ring and fight. Tonight feels even bigger. Maybe it’s because I have Saoirse to go to when I’m done with the fight tonight. She’s the prize and what happens in the ring has nothing to do with it.
I’ve lost track of how many times I’ve fought in the ring underneath Emerald, one of the legitimate businesses Declan’s empire runs. It’s one of the finer establishments and the underground fighting ring brings in a lot of people.
All walks of life want the opportunity to come down here where the action happens. Some are interested in fighting and proving themselves, others just want to watch the carnage. I’ve always been more about action. Getting into the ring and going a few rounds is how I made sure I could get out of the slums.
I brought my brother up with me, but it didn’t turn out so well for him. I shake my head and clear those thoughts because I didn’t fail my brother. He failedme. When he had the opportunity to be loyal and to make a better life for himself, he chose greed without a second thought for me or the position he put me in.
It’s why I never held a grudge against Declan or Elio Agosti. Both men, full of power and violence, had a reason to want him dead.
I’m glad, at the end of the day, the only person who was lost in all that bullshit was Patrick. It would have been a shame if Elio’s woman didn’t make it. She did, but she’ll have scars—both physical and mental—because of him.
