14. Chapter Fourteen #2
I grip the back of Finn’s head with as much strength as I possess. I want him to know that I have some power in this moment. That I have some control.
I feel something building inside of me. It’s getting closer and closer and closer to the surface.
“Oh!” I finally let go as my release washes over me. It’s intense and pleasurable and scary and perfect all rolled into one.
Finn places kisses on each of my inner thighs before he sits up. I resist the urge to blush as he stares down at me with his dark expression. He looks like he could eat me all over again.
“I knew you’d taste amazing.”
I have no words for that. My eyes go down to his waist where I see a bulge pressing against his pants. “Do you want me to extend the favor?”
His shock is almost comical. “You really want to go down on me, princess? You? A woman who never wanted to be on her knees before me.”
“I won’t be on my knees. You’ll stand up and I’ll sit on the couch.” I want to make Finn feel like he just made me feel: desire and powerful.
I also want to make him know that I have power over him.
Finn stands up and takes his clothes off. The sight of his naked body is just as beautiful as I remember. All hard muscle and ridged lines.
His erection is begging for my attention. To say I’m a little intimidated would be an understatement. I’ve never done this before and I don’t want Finn to make fun of me.
“I’ll be the first man to ever put a cock in you,” he comments as I look up at him.
“Do you want me to put my mouth on you or not?”
“Staying quiet.”
“Good.” I try not to show any hesitation as I reach out and gently touch his cock. Finn hisses slightly. I can’t stop myself from smirking. Just knowing I can make him feel this way is power enough for me.
I grip him, which only makes his hips buck forward. My other hand touches his balls and he almost loses his mind.
“God, princess, you’re killing me.”
I have Finn literally in the palm of my hand right now. He’s not so tough when he’s begging me to give him the release he desperately needs.
Leaning forward, I kiss the tip of his length. Finn moans. This is power I’ve always wanted. To be in control of someone like this. I have felt so out of control ever since Finn entered my life, it’s nice to regain some of it.
I tell myself not to be afraid as I put my mouth around him. I only take him in so far before I stop and gag and back out.
Finn chuckles. “Don’t rush it, princess. But fuck, I love hearing you gag around my cock. It’s good for the ego.”
I shoot him a glare. “You were supposed to stay quiet.” I take him in my mouth again and this time, I don’t go as far.
I run my lips and tongue over his length.
It’s actually pretty easy now that I’m getting the hang of it.
I can tell Finn is trying to stay still.
It makes me like him even more, which is something I never thought would be possible.
I spend a lot of time on his tip, which begins to drive him crazy, moaning and scrunching up his face. I stare up at him as I suck his cock.
“I’m gonna come, princess,” Finn says, gripping the back of my head. “Take all of it. I need to see you swallow my cum.”
The thought turns me on. Knowing I can make him this crazy feels good.
Finn lets out one more grunt before his release hits him. His cum fills my mouth. It’s not as gross as I thought it would be. It’s actually kind of nice knowing I could give him pleasure like I just did.
“Swallow,” he orders, eyeing me with dark eyes.
I do as he says. “Happy?”
“I am. Next time I come, it’s going to be inside of your pussy. You’re not allowed to look this hot and be a virgin any longer.”
My body trembles at the idea of Finn taking all of me.
“Well, it’s not going to be today,” I say, slipping my clothes back on. The longer Finn looks me over with desire, the more I’m worried I’ll give in to him right now and I want him to wait just a little bit. “I’m tired. After everything that happened with Dante…”
He groans as he slips his own pants back on. “I don’t really want to talk about Dante after what we just did, princess.”
“We should. Do you think he’s going to forgive you? Make peace?”
“I have no fucking idea. I took you to hurt him.”
“And now? Do you still want to hurt him?”
“Yes,” he answers honestly. “But I don’t want to make you hate me and I know if I kill Dante, you’ll hate me. Viktor will not be happy with me if he finds out I didn’t kill Dante when I had the chance.”
“Who cares about Viktor?”
“I do. I made a deal with him and he’ll be pissed when I break it.”
“So? Dante is pissed you broke your deal with him. But he might make amends.”
“Key word being might.” He sighs and drops his head back.
“I was so sure of everything when I took you. I just wanted to hurt Dante. I wanted to work with Viktor again to take over New York. But now… fuck. It’s all become so complicated.
I don’t know what the fuck to do. If I try to go with Dante, that will put me back in good standing with my brother.
And if I go with Viktor, I might have more power than I ever had before. ”
“And what about me?” I ask, hating how weak I sound. How was Finn gotten into my brain and body like he has? It’s all because he saved me from Sal.
“And you…” His expression softens. “If I kill Dante, you’ll hate me. And I don’t want you to hate me.”
“Isn’t that your answer then? I’m your wife. Happy wife, happy life. It’s a saying for a reason.”
“Never heard that one before.”
“Oh really?”
“Really.” He pulls me into his arms and I let out a small laugh. An actual, honest to goodness laugh. I haven’t laughed since Finn first kidnapped me.
He gives me a strange look. “I’ve never heard you laugh before.”
“Guess you never gave me a reason to laugh before.” I’m not going to sugar coat it for him.
“Guess not.” He slips a piece of my hair behind my ear. “I want to hear you laugh more. Fuck, do you hear me? I’ve never said these things to anyone before. What are you doing to me, princess?”
“You have a heart, Finn Murphy. Who knew?”
He looks away from me and I know instantly that the moment between us is done. “I… I need to go.” He stands up so fast, he almost pushes me off him.
“What? Go where?”
“I just need to go talk to someone about… something. I’ll be back later.”
“But what about Sal? He could find me here.”
He nods and heads to the kitchen where he pulls a small handgun out of one of the counters. “Here.” He holds it out for me.
I stare at the gun. “You just keep a gun in your kitchen cabinet?”
“I keep guns hidden everywhere. You never know when you’re going to need one. Keep this on you. I’ll announce myself when I return so don’t shoot me. I’m trusting you with this.”
“Trusting me not to kill you?” Slowly, I take the gun.
“Yes. You could kill me right now and escape back to your old life. If you wanted to.”
I lift the gun and point it at him. “It would be so easy to kill you.”
“It would be.”
Neither of us moves for a moment. Then… I lower the gun. “I’m not going to kill you, Finn. Not after everything we’ve been through.”
“Good. Besides, the safety is on so you wouldn’t have been able to shoot anyway.”
Damm him.
I give him a look as he shows me how to turn the gun’s safety on and off.
“If you hear someone else and it’s not me, don’t hesitate to shoot.”
“I won’t.” I hold the gun close to my chest. It’s so small and yet so powerful. I like to think I’m the same but how powerful can I be as a woman in this man’s world?
“I’ll be back soon. I promise.”
“You’re not going to tell me where you’re going?”
“Nope. All marriages need a little bit of some secrets in them, don’t they?” With a wink, he leaves the house. He doesn’t lock me up. He’s trusting me not to leave.
Besides, there’s no car I can use and were about an hour from the city. Finn is starting to trust me. But that’s not the crazy part.
It’s that I’m starting to trust him.
Finn
My mind is a scrambled mess. I care for Aria and don’t want her to be upset with me but I also want to kill Dante for fucking me over but I also want to spare his life because we used to be friends at one point.
I want my brother to suffer and yet I also want him back in my life. I don’t know what the fuck to do.
There’s only one person who can help me with this.
My mom, Fiona Murphy.
Her house is a small, old little thing but it’s a place with a lot of warm memories.
“Finn Murphy,” she says once she opens the door. “I haven’t seen you in almost a year. What are you doing here?” My mom has always been great at giving me the most disapproving expression on the planet.
“Can a boy come see his ma?”
She frowns before a large smile breaks out on her face and she gives me a big hug. “Come in. So, why did you stop by? I know you, Finn. You came for a reason.”
We settle at the kitchen table but she doesn’t stay seated for a long. My mom hurries about the kitchen, getting the kettle going, and grabbing some biscuits. “In case you’re hungry.”
“Thanks.” I pop one in my mouth.
“So.” She crosses her arms. “What’s been going on with you?”
Might as well bite the fucking bullet. “I’m at war with Dante again.”
“I know. I heard. And your brother might have told me that.”
“Right. Well, I want Dante dead and now… I’m not sure what that’s what I want.”
“Ok. So what’s the problem? Just don’t kill him.”
“But then Viktor Smirnov might try and kill me. He wants Dante dead too.”
“Ah.” She pours us each a cup of tea, which she knows I won’t drink. I’m not a fucking tea drinker.
“So, now I don’t know what to do.”
“Finn, there’s something you’re not telling me. I can tell.”
“Fine. I might have kidnapped… Aria Romano.”
Her eyes almost bug out of her head. “Elio Romano’s daughter? Dante’s daughter?”
“She’s not related to Dante.”
She waves a dismissive hand. “You know what I mean. So… you kidnapped her. Let her go.”
“You see… I can’t.”
“Why not?” she asks flatly.
“Because I married her.”
That makes her go eerily still before she screams, “What?! You married someone and I wasn’t even there at the wedding? I missed your brother’s wedding too. You remember that. You boys are trying to hurt me, aren’t you?”
“Ma, I’m sorry. It all just… sort of happened.
But now I’m conflicted. Aria wants me to make peace with Dante but I still want Dante to suffer and yet I also think it would be a good idea to make peace with him and…
Fuck.” I burrow my head in my hands. “I don’t know what to do.
I always know what to do and right now… I’m stuck.
For once, I’m uncertain. Ma, what do I do? ”
She sighs and takes a big sip of her tea before she levels me with a look. “I think we’re going to need something stronger than tea.”