Chapter 23
CHAPTER
TWENTY-THREE
My hands shake as I unlock my apartment door. Saoirse stands behind me, so close her breath warms my neck. The warehouse left us both wired, adrenaline pumping through our veins like fire. My cock strains against my pants just from her being near me.
"Your place?" she asks.
"No one knows about it." I push the door open. When she brushes past me, I bite back a groan. "Not even your father."
She walks into my space like she owns it. Twenty years I've watched her, wanted her, kept my fucking hands to myself because she was Tiernan's daughter and I was just his dog.
Tonight that ends.
"Drink?" I pour whiskey, need the burn to steady my nerves for what comes next.
"Conall." She takes the glass, fingers brushing mine. That touch shoots straight to my dick. "What's wrong? You look like you're about to tell me someone died."
I down half my whiskey. "Why do you think they want you dead?"
"Because I'm a Kavanagh."
"Wrong." I move closer. She doesn't back down. Never has. "You're not."
Her face goes white. "What the fuck does that mean?"
"Your mother screwed another man. You're not Tiernan's."
She stumbles back like I hit her. "You lying bastard."
"Wish I was." I grab the folder from my desk, throw it on the table. "Declan Murphy. Irish journalist. Your real father."
"No." But her voice shakes now.
"Your mother left Tiernan when she caught him with Senator Walsh's wife. Went to Dublin. Met Murphy. Came back pregnant with you." I watch her world burn. "Tiernan knew. Raised you anyway because he loved your mother."
"Why tell me this?"
"Because Murphy exposed the same cunts trying to kill you now. They murdered him when you were two." I step closer. "They think you have his evidence."
She opens the folder. Her hands tremble as she stares at the photo—a man with her eyes, her stubborn chin. DNA results spelling out the truth.
"Shit." Tears streak down her cheeks. "Does this change things? Between us?"
The break in her voice guts me. I cross to her, cup her face.
"You think I care whose blood you carry?" My thumb catches her tears. "I've wanted you since you came back from university. Since you walked into that boardroom and told your father his ideas were shit."
"Conall—"
I kiss her before she can think of reasons why not. She tastes like whiskey and desperation. Her hands fist in my shirt, pulling me closer.
"We can't," she breathes against my lips.
"Why not?"
"Because once we cross this line?—"
"There's no going back. Good." I back her against the window, press my body against hers. "I'm done pretending I don't want to fuck you."
Her pupils blow wide. "My father will kill you."
"Worth it." I grind my hips against her, let her feel how hard she makes me. "Been worth it for years."
She searches my face. Whatever she sees there breaks her resolve. She yanks my mouth back to hers, biting my lip hard enough to draw blood.
"Bedroom. Now."
I lift her, her legs wrapping around my waist. She bites my neck, sucks marks I'll wear tomorrow. My cock throbs against her ass with every step.
In my bedroom, I set her down next to the bed. City lights cut through the darkness, painting her skin silver.
"Strip," I order.
Her fingers shake as she unbuttons her shirt. I watch every inch of skin she reveals, my cock getting harder with each piece of clothing that hits the floor. When she's naked, I drink in the sight—full breasts, curved hips, the dark hair between her thighs.
"Your turn," she says.
I tear off my shirt, kick off my pants. Her eyes drop to my cock, and she licks her lips.
"Fuck, Saoirse." I reach for her.
She dodges my hands, drops to her knees. "I want to taste you first."
My brain short-circuits when her mouth wraps around my cock. Hot, wet, perfect. She takes me deep, her tongue working magic I've only dreamed about.
"Christ," I groan, threading my fingers through her hair. "Your mouth?—"
She pulls off with a wet pop. "Good?"
"Too good. Get on the bed before I come down your throat."
She crawls onto the mattress, looks back at me over her shoulder. "How do you want me?"
"Every way." I follow her, grab her hips. "But first, I need to be inside you."
I push her onto her back, settle between her spread thighs. My cock presses against her entrance—she's soaked, ready for me.
"Look at me," I growl.
Her eyes lock with mine as I push inside. She's tight as a fist, wet heat gripping my cock like she was made for me. Her back arches, a moan spilling from her lips.
"So fucking tight," I grit out, fighting the urge to slam into her. "Like you've been waiting for my cock."
"I have," she gasps. "God, you're so big?—"
I start to move, slow thrusts that make her whimper. She wraps her legs around my waist, pulls me deeper.
"Harder," she demands. "I'm not made of glass."
I give her what she wants, driving into her with enough force to make her tits bounce. She cries out, nails digging into my shoulders.
"That's it," I snarl in her ear. "Take my cock. Show me how much you want it."
"More," she begs. "Fuck me harder?—"
I flip her over, pull her up on her hands and knees. This angle lets me go deeper, hit spots that make her scream. I grab her hips, pound into her wet pussy like I'm claiming her.
"Who do you belong to?" I growl, one hand tangling in her hair.
"You," she gasps. "I belong to you?—"
I reach around, find her clit with my fingers. She convulses around my cock, her orgasm ripping through her. The sight of her coming undone pushes me over the edge. I thrust deep and empty myself inside her, marking her as mine.
We collapse together, sweaty and satisfied. I pull her against my chest, feel her heart racing against mine.
"What happens now?" she asks.
"Now we deal with the fallout." I press my lips to her temple. "Your father, the family, our enemies."
"Together?"
"Try to stop me." I tilt her chin up. "You're mine now, princess. Real father or not, family approval or not. Mine."
She smiles, wicked and satisfied. "Good. Because I'm keeping you."
Outside, Boston sleeps. But I know this peace won't last. When Tiernan finds out about us, when our enemies make their next move, when the truth about her parentage spreads?—
The real war starts tomorrow.
Tonight, she's mine. And I'll burn the world down before I let anyone take her from me.