My Irish Mafia King

Chapter 14

Fourteen

KILLIAN

“ A re you sure they don’t mind opening just for us?” Lucy says, looking across the street at the jewelry store as the lights flick on. She turns to me, pouting, her fiery red locks framing her gorgeous face. “Hey—don’t look at me like that.”

I smile innocently, holding my hands up. “Like what?”

She nudges me, laughing. I think about the story of Oisín and Niamh, the message nestled within her words. She’s not happy about this having an expiration date, and neither am I, but tonight, it doesn’t matter. It’s just us.

“You think it’s so quaint that I’d be shocked at a business owner opening after hours for two customers.”

“It’s not like he’s doing it for free,” I tell her. When she frowns, I realize I shouldn’t have mentioned the cost. A fiercely independent, hardworking woman like Lucy doesn’t want handouts.

“Remember,” I say, gently touching her face. “Tonight is my treat . And don’t you dare open that door yourself.”

I climb from the car, walking around to her side. She’s laughing at first, but by the time I reach her side, her gorgeous eyes are glinting with something else.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, offering my hand.

I’m relieved when she takes it, but she’s still got that look on her face. “Nothing,” she murmurs.

“It’s clearly something,” I say.

“I just saw your gun holster.”

I sigh. “I need it, Lucy. To protect you.”

“I know,” she murmurs.

I loop my arm around her shoulder. “Don’t worry about that. Worry about the necklace you want… something with jewels that matches your perfect red hair, perhaps.”

She wraps her hands around my arm. “We’ll see. I just hope it’s not too expens—” She giggles when I playfully spank the thickness of her ass. “Excuse me ,” she says, stopping outside the store.

“Any time you mention cost, you get a spank,” I tell her. “You don’t need to worry about the price. This is all on me. Let me spoil you.”

While I have the chance . But I keep that part to myself.

When I ring the bell, a man with white hair answers, slightly crooked in the back, wearing a white tuxedo with a red bowtie. “Good evening, Mr. Callahan,” he says, bowing slightly. “And this must be the lovely Miss Cassidy.”

I keep my hand on the small of her back. “The one and only,” I say.

“Please, come in. Feel free to peruse the items at your leisure. If you need me, simply ring the bell.”

“Thank you,” I say, guiding her into the store.

The entire room sparkles and glitters with the jewelry, the overhead lights bouncing off the pieces. I watch Lucy as she turns in a small circle, taking it all in. Despite all that’s happened, the pain and the violence, she looks stunned and happy.

We walk up and down the glass cases together. “There are no prices on anything,” she whispers.

Checking the backroom, I reach down and sneakily spank her. “What did I say, beautiful?”

She touches my chest. “Maybe you could borrow a piece for the ball?”

I spank her again, and she laughs. “I didn’t mention cost that time!”

“No loopholes,” I tell her. “Anything catch your eye? What about this one with the red emeralds?”

I lead her to a display case with a gold-and-red necklace sitting in it.

“It matches your hair,” I whisper, kissing her just under the ear.

She shivers in the most tempting fashion, sinking her nails into my side and holding tight. “It is pretty,” she murmurs.

“It’s not the piece that’s pretty. It’s you. When I look at it, I can imagine you wearing it, Lucy. I can imagine it drawing attention to that gorgeous hair of yours. Why don’t you try it on?”

She looks up at me. “Are you sure?”

“When I’m with you, I feel more certain than I ever have in my entire life. That’s been true since I first walked into the Crust.”

She glances at the backroom, then grabs my shirt and pulls herself closer for a kiss. “Okay, let’s do it,” she says excitedly.

I press the bell on the counter. “Could we try this piece, please, Martin?”

“Of course, Mr. Callahan.”

He unlocks the case and then leaves the room. “He’s very trusting of you,” Lucy comments.

I smirk, placing my hand on my chest. “I am a very upstanding, trusting man, after all…”

“Not funny,” she murmurs.

I cradle her cheek. “You’re right. I shouldn’t make light of this. I’m sorry.”

When I lean in to kiss her, she turns her face away. I kiss her on the cheek. “Nah uh, you don’t get to make light of all this craziness, then kiss me…”

“Do you think you can resist me anymore than I can resist you?” I groan, kissing her cheek, then her neck.

She moans and finds my lips. Kissing her feels like the most natural thing in the world, like the only path worth taking, which makes it even more vicious that every time we do it, I’m thinking about the fact it has to end. She makes a gorgeous moaning noise when the kissing grows hotter, heavier, her hands clawing onto my sides.

“The necklace,” I say, ending the kiss.

“Is something wrong?”

“No… except if we keep going, I’m going to tear your clothes off and take your virginity right here,” I whisper.

“What would Martin think of that?”

“My point exactly,” I tell her. Reaching over, I take the necklace from the cabinet. “Turn around.”

I carefully unclasp it, waiting as she takes off her small ring pendant. I put the necklace on her, then guide her to the mirror. Her eyes get wide as she looks at herself, a gorgeous smile touching her kissable lips.

“It’s beautiful,” she says.

“It brings out your beauty,” I tell her. “Do you want it?”

“Are you sure?—”

She laughs when I spank her ass, but the laughter turns to a quiet moan when I keep my hand there.

“I’m sure,” I growl. “Now, answer my question.”

She looks at me intensely in the mirror. “I want it,” she says, and I know she’s talking about more than the necklace.

“Do you think this is the one?” she asks about an hour later, emerging from the changing room in a gorgeous red dress, the silky material floating around her like she’s an angel, her thick legs partially on display, a hint of cleavage making me feel savage with desire. Whoever said red heads can’t wear red is a liar, Lucy looks stunning.

“You look perfect,” I say, joining her at the mirror, turning her so she’s facing it. I wrap my arms around her, kissing her neck. “You’re going to be the most beautiful woman at the ball. But don’t forget who you belong to.”

“For the night,” she murmurs.

No, forever. But I can’t say that, can’t give either of us false hope.

We’re alone in the changing suite. The staff are upstairs, waiting for my text when I’m ready to make a purchase.

“Don’t forget who’s in charge,” I say huskily.

She gasps, staring like she doesn’t recognize me. Maybe that’s fitting. Some mafioso darkness has come into my expression and the breathiness of my voice.

“In charge?” she says, turning to me.

“At the ball, you’ll need to listen to me. You’ll need to do what I say without questioning it. If I say run, you run. If I say hide, you hide. If I say…” I slide my hand down her body, then under the cut of her dress and up her delicious-as-fuck thigh. My manhood presses against my pants as I watch the pleasure dance across her features. “Come, you come.”

“Killian…” At first, it sounds like she’s going to protest, but then her moans take over like she can’t help herself.

I push my hand against her underwear, feeling her wetness, her need, her body unable to hide what she wants. There’s doubt in our future, doubt in our words, but there’s no doubt in our touch.

“You do what I say, a stór ,” I growl, massaging her folds and her desirous pleasure point.

She shifts against me, grinding her luscious ass up and down my groin, making my dick stiffer. My balls ache and throb, I can hardly take it. But I won’t force my lucky-charm. If I was a decent man, I wouldn’t even do this.

But I can’t be an angel when she brings the devil out of me so damn easily.

I smooth my other hand to her cleavage, slipping my hand into her bra and massaging her curviness, paying special attention to her nipple as I massage her clit at the same time. She bites her lip, suppressing her breathy moans, then opens her mouth and shivers like she can’t take it anymore.

I stop, withdrawing my hand.

“Remember, you come when I say you can come.”

“You’re a madman,” she whispers. “You’re driving me crazy.”

“Just like you drove me crazy every single morning at the Crust. Fuck, you look hot when you’re so close to the edge.”

I rub her thigh near her slit, making her shiver again, and then push my hand against her pussy. She gasps and writhes against me… then stops when I stop, pouting at me in the mirror.

“Killian.” She gasps.

“Beg,” I growl.

“Kill…”

She trails off. I know she didn’t do it on purpose. But when she says Kill , it reminds me of who I am deep down, the mafioso behind the mask.

“Please,” she moans.

I return my hand to her underwear. This time, I push it aside and push my palm against her naked sex, slipping my finger into her entrance. She closes her eyes and sinks against me as I slip my finger in and out.

“Now,” I growl. “Come for me, Lucy.”

Her body vibrates, her entrance throbbing about my finger, her face turning red with desire.

After, she turns to me, staring up into my eyes. “I want to make you feel how you make me feel,” she whispers.

I touch her hand. “I won’t be able to control myself. It’ll start with your hand wrapped around my rock-hard dick, but then I’ll lie you down and bring my dick to your aching slit. I’ll push inside you. Hard, fast, possessively. I’ll own you with each thrust.”

“Soon,” she says breathily.

“Don’t make any promises.”

She stares at me with pure sassiness. “No, I mean it. I don’t care if this isn’t forever. Before this ends, we’re going to…” She swallows. “I can’t think of anybody I’d rather have my first time with than you.”

I kiss her, then say, “I don’t want tonight to end. I’m taking you to dinner.”

“That’s not a request, is it, Mr. Bossy?”

“Not even goddamn close.”