Chapter 2
SLOAN KILLOUGH
Conall tasted like sin and addiction. He was soft and hard in all the right places—his slender yet sinewy muscles moving deliciously under my exploring palms. His moans echoed around our bedroom, back arching as my mouth skimmed across his chest to his nipples, where I took the time to suck and nibble around the silver bars he’d pierced them with.
He reminded me of the waves down at our private beach, reaching out for more before pulling away.
“Sloan.” The whimper that fell from him sent a shiver down my spine, my cock aching where it was trapped in the loose scrub pants. “Sloan, please.”
His naked form was pale against the deep crimson sheets beneath him, but the collar around his slim neck blended in perfectly, and it was a reminder of how mine he was. He belonged to me, just like everything else in the kingdom I’d built, but he was also much more important.
My pet.
The man I loved, even if I hadn’t told him yet.
Fionn said eight years was long enough, but letting myself say what I felt was another beast all together.
I’d never told anyone I loved them—not my parents, my siblings, Fionn, and especially not a lover.
Conall was different, and he had been since the moment I’d met him.
Still, I hesitated. He deserved the world and I would give him everything.
“Sloan.” The way he whispered my name elicited goose bumps over my skin. His eyes were closed and he arched up into my touch, eager for more. “Need you.”
I sucked on the delicate flesh above his nipple and bit down into his tender skin. He whimpered and rocked his cock against my hip. I’d never had a pet as responsive as him, and now I didn’t want anyone but Conall. He was mine. My possessiveness knew no boundaries.
I brushed my knuckle over his stomach and across his hip, tracing an imaginary line to his inner thighs.
He gasped and spread his knees wider, giving me more room to settle against him.
I ignored the sharp pain from my side where a bullet had grazed during the shootout at the bar.
I hadn’t told Conall about the injury yet and he hadn’t seen it, but I imagined he’d be pissed when he finally saw the bandage.
He threw back his head, lips parted in ecstasy. His Adam’s apple jumped above the collar, drawing my attention to his long neck. My cock throbbed with want.
“Tell me what you need, Pet. Anything. I’ll give it to you.” I brushed my nose between his pecs, trailing kisses over smooth flesh.
“You. I just want you. Please, Boss. I need your cock.” He reached for me and grasped my face in his hands, dragging me up so we could kiss. I sucked on his tongue and gripped his hips, nails digging into the grooves there. I couldn’t get enough.
With the cops on to us, this might be the last time I got this, so I wanted to enjoy every second, map his body so I remembered every inch of it while feeling his skin against mine. I wanted him to never forget me if the worst happened.
I was Sloan Killough—mob boss and Conall Morrissey’s partner.
Despite wanting to take my time, though, desperation clawed into my chest, scrabbling at my lungs until it was difficult to breathe.
My body screamed for him, and what I desired right now was to be inside him.
A few hours wasn’t nearly long enough and I had to get back to the hospital.
The cops would be sniffing around and I had to protect Fionn.
My fingertips prickled and hunger took control.
Need.
Want.
Starvation.
I had to get my fill of him. Now. I couldn’t go slow. There wasn’t enough time.
I kissed him deeper and rocked my hips against his.
He whimpered for me and the sound worked its way to my balls. Perfect.
Pulling away from his mouth took every ounce of my strength. I could kiss him for days and still want more. I shifted to my knees, and he groaned in disappointment.
I brushed my palm over his inner thigh. “Don’t worry, Pet. I’m only getting the lube.” I grabbed his leg and lifted it so I could lay a line of hungry kisses over his knee. “We’re just getting started.”
His smile stole my breath.
How any man resisted Conall, I didn’t know. He was so naturally submissive in bed—but strong willed outside of the room—which made him perfect. He knew my limits and never went past them, though he did enjoy testing the waters.
I snatched the lube from the nightstand and returned to my former position as fast as I could, then shoved down the scrub pants to my thighs and pulled out my cock. My desire for him stopped me from getting completely naked. There was no time. I needed him now. Hard and fast.
“Knees to chest, Pet. Show me that pretty hole.”
Conall moaned and did as I’d ordered, bringing his legs to his pecs and wrapping his arms around his thighs to keep them there. His hole peeked out between his arsecheeks teasingly, and my cock jerked, bouncing up toward me with the movement.
He was striking. Conall could turn around and ask me to leave everything I’d worked hard for and I would agree—but he wouldn’t. He’d helped my business thrive for the last eight years.
My mouth watered for a taste of him, and despite the desperation to get inside him immediately, I couldn’t resist leaning down to lick a stripe up over his hole, making him curse under his breath.
When it came to sex, I enjoyed hearing him swear.
I wanted him to unravel, become a blubbering mess while I thrust into him nice and deep.
I seized the lube and coated my fingers.
I prepared him as quickly but safely as I could, stretching him enough to take my width.
When I was happy with my work, I slicked up my cock and threw aside the bottle.
Warmth spread over my skin, producing excited goose bumps across my arms. My cock throbbed, balls tightening.
“Keep your legs there, Pet. Let me see that tight hole pull my cock in.” I sucked a kiss on the underside of his right knee, and he shuddered.
“Yes, Sir.” His hold tightened and his electric blue eyes darkened. His legs trembled and he curled his toes.
I grasped my cock and tapped it against his hole. “Is this what you want? My cock in your sweet arse?”
He whined, the sound zipping through me, filling every pore and crevice until everything I was made of belonged to him.
As tempted as I was to eat him out and hear all his delicious moans, the desperate ache to get inside him won.
We didn’t have much time, and I wanted to spend as long as possible in him, with him.
As confident as I was with outsmarting the cops, I’d really messed up this time. I’d done what I’d always warned Fionn against—I’d reacted in anger. Thiago Reyes was in my city, threatening my pet and my business, and I’d let him worm his way past my stoic shield. Now? I’d reap the consequences.
“Give it to me,” Conall whispered, breaking me out of my thoughts. He swiped his tongue over his upper lip, wetting it. “Give me what I want, Boss.”
I smirked. My demanding little pet. He kept me on my toes and life never got boring with him in it.
“What do you say?” I tapped my cock harder against his hole. Precum beaded at my slit and I itched for more than he was already giving me. So much more. I needed him like I needed air, and holding off was torture.
“I’m not saying please,” he singsonged, grinning.
“Oh, you will if you want to feel the burn of my cock, Pet. Now do what I asked. What do you say?” I brought my palm down on his left arsecheek. Pleasure curled in my stomach as the slap echoed against the walls.
He hissed. “Fuck.”
I gave him another spanking in the exact same spot, and he gasped, trying to wriggle away from me. I wouldn’t let him. My handprint was already blooming red on his skin, another physical reminder of how much he belonged to me. The sight had my balls tingling.
“No cursing.” I smirked. He knew how much I liked to set down certain rules when all I wanted him to do was break them. At least while we were fucking.
He opened his mouth to argue, then closed it again with a large sigh. “You’re so mean.”
“Am I?” I lined up the tip of my cock and pushed into him.
His lips parted and his eyes fluttered shut. His knees trembled and his toes curled until they turned white. “Please.” His voice was absolutely wrecked.
“Say it again.” I paused when the width of the head popped past his ring, and he exhaled loudly through his nose. His tightness embraced me, paralyzing my lungs until I forgot to breathe.
Waiting was excruciating. My nerves buzzed with need and my stomach tightened painfully.
Every ounce of my willpower was challenged, and it wasn’t easy to hold still when all I wanted to do was bury myself into his heat.
This was the greatest test of my patience, more excruciating than anything else I’d experienced.
“Please, Boss. Please, fuck me.” He let go of one of his thighs to reach for me, and I seized his wrist, bringing it to my lips to lay a kiss over his racing pulse.
I slipped his pointer finger into my mouth and sucked, and he moaned.
I nipped at the tip of his finger, teeth scraping over skin, before I pushed his hand back toward his leg.
“Please,” he whispered.
“Good, Pet.” I rocked my hips forward, fast and hard, and my entire length thrust into him until I was balls deep.
He grappled at his thighs, nails digging into his skin, and cursed under his breath again. He tipped his chin back and trembled. “Right there.”
I grinned, pleasure coiling inside me. The lust joined the softer feelings sitting heavy in my chest as I studied his face.
His high cheekbones and supple mouth. The way his nostrils flared as though he was trying to suck in as much air as he could.
He was beautiful like this, open and inviting and needy.
The possessive streak inside me was glad I was the only one to see him like this, the only man who’d been inside him and brought out the submissiveness in Conall. I owned him.