Chapter 12 #2
When I stepped back, he pouted, but he stayed where he was as I strode over to the closet and found the box in the very back where I’d had his green one before I’d gone to jail.
I released the buckle, and when I made it back to him, I slid the collar around his neck, securing it together.
I brushed my fingers over the leather, taking in the beauty of the crimson against his sun-kissed skin.
The symbol of my ownership was back in place where it was meant to be.
“Please, Boss?” A frantic whine slipped out between those pretty lips. “Fuck me. We deserve this.”
Another starving kiss was all it took for my defenses to crumble around us.
I cupped his face and consumed his mouth, caressing and nipping and sucking until we needed to break away to breathe.
He dragged me to the bed, and while I let him take charge sometimes, this wasn’t one of those moments.
The niggling feeling that dwelled in the depths of my chest rose, and a need to take control in my life took over.
In jail, I was limited in what I could do, forced to play a role I hated, but now I was home and a switch had flipped.
I was Sloan Killough. Mob boss of the East Coast. I couldn’t let anyone dominate me or take my most important things away from me. Never again. Not Reyes or his family, not the Russians, not the Italians . . . and not even Conall. Not right now, at least.
I grasped Conall’s wrist and hauled him toward me, and he grunted as he landed against my chest.
“Sloan—”
I kissed him hard, teeth nibbling his lips and tongue rolling against his, while I nudged him backward until he hit the bed.
He fell onto the mattress, and I followed him, blanketing his body with mine so I could continue to take ownership of his mouth.
His hard cock rolled against mine and he moaned, the sound working a delicious shiver through me.
“You’re mine, Pet. Don’t ever forget it.” I spread kisses over his cheek, along his jaw, and down his neck, burying my teeth right above his collar, hard enough to make his back arch and force a yell of pleasure from him.
“Fuck, Sloan. Ugh. Right fucking there. Mark me.”
The noises he made were downright delicious. I needed to get my hands on him and map his body until I reacquainted myself with it. I already knew every curve, freckle, hair, and muscle, but they felt like lost lovers that I craved to explore and say hello to again.
I nuzzled the underside of his jaw and licked the length of it, and he groaned, tipping his chin up to give me more room to work.
I stroked my finger over the bar in his right nipple, and he all but melted beneath me.
“Tell me again,” Conall whispered. He brushed his mouth against mine, before his teeth sunk into my bottom lip, tugging. “Tell me, Boss.”
I growled, the sound coming from the very depths of my soul. “I love you, Pet. I love you. You are mine.”
He moaned and wrapped his long legs around my waist, holding me close. I wasn’t sure whose precum was doing all the work for lube, but I didn’t care as our cocks slid against each other. He rolled his hips, and I groaned when the head of his cock caught on mine.
“I love you, too,” Conall whimpered. “Fuck.”
I slapped his thigh roughly, and he moaned.
“Language. And here I thought I’d taught you swearing wasn’t tolerated.”
He rolled his eyes. “You said you love me now. I can get away with anything and everything.”
“You already do.” I nuzzled my nose against his jaw and sighed, taking a moment to appreciate his warmth. He calmed the clawing monster inside me, reminding me that I was here with him. Safe. Together, we could take on whatever the world threw at us. Again. “You’re my weakness, Pet.”
“Really?” His mouth curled to the side. “Because you’re my strength.”
I groaned. Why was that the sexiest thing I’d ever heard? Every day in jail had felt like I was losing more and more of my power, but being with Conall and hearing him say he needed me made me feel ten feet tall. A formidable mob boss.
Sloan fucking Killough, as Conall would say.
I kissed along his jaw and nipped at where it met his neck, and he jerked his hips again, his cock rubbing against mine. His arms locked around my shoulders, and we lay there kissing gently for a while. He tasted exquisite. A taste of bliss. Sweet like strawberries. I didn’t want to move from here.
“Please, make love to me,” he begged against my mouth. “Please, Sloan. I missed you so fucking much. I need you. Remind me how your dick feels inside me.”
A harsh breath escaped me. I gave him a final kiss before I shifted to grab the lube from our nightstand.
When I had the bottle, I pumped some slick onto my fingers and threw the rest onto the mattress beside Conall.
Like a good pet, he spread his legs and brought them to his chest, hunger blazing in his stormy blue eyes.
“Aren’t you eager?” I teased, dipping down to place a kiss on the curve of the bottom of his arse where it met his thigh.
“What happens if I take my time, Pet? I’m .
. . savoring. Want to enjoy every. Long.
Second.” I shoved his legs back farther, even though he already had them against his chest, and spread his cheeks so I could run my tongue over his hole.
“I think I might spend a few hours eating you out.”
A tremble shook his entire body and a whine crawled up his throat. “Boss. Nooo.”
I chuckled and laid a kiss on his hole, and it flexed under my mouth.
“All right, Pet.” I danced my slick fingertips over his entrance, teasing, before I slipped one past his tight ring.
His muscles squeezed my digit, sucking me inside his warmth.
An ache throbbed in my cock at the sensation of his tightness.
Conall huffed and wriggled his toes. “Please, hurry up, Boss. I’m not a virgin. You made sure of that. And I’ve been using the dildo since you’ve been gone. Just fucking get inside me.”
An irritating sense of unease slithered through me, settling in the depths of my chest, along with all the other uncomfortable emotions I wasn’t used to experiencing.
I had no names for them and no understanding, either.
I hated that they didn’t go away with Conall’s presence.
Instead, they used the opportunity to rear their ugly heads and whisper nasty thoughts into my mind.
He was demanding, damn near ordering me around, and every instinct commanded me to take control. I was in charge, not Conall. I’d never cared if he acted like this before, so what was so different now?
I gnashed my teeth.
“Sloan?” Conall blinked up at me, head tilted in confusion. “You all right?”
I forced the reckless thoughts out of my head and sent him a smirk. “Always, Pet. I’m home with you.”
He rolled his eyes and grinned. “Fucking charmer.”
I smacked my open palm against his thigh, eliciting a sharp hiss from him. “Language.”
He huffed loudly. “You’d think after eight years, you’d be used to it.”
“Just because I’m used to it doesn’t mean I accept it,” I deadpanned. He swore in situations he didn’t need to in order to get a reaction from me. He was a brat, and we both knew it.
I bent down to nip his inner thigh, and he screeched in surprise. It was a sound I didn’t think I’d heard from him yet. It was new and I liked it. A lot. I nuzzled the spot I’d bitten and licked the outline of my teeth.
He shivered and whined. “Sloan, come on. I need you in me.”
I grunted out a laugh and sat back on my knees. I added a second finger, then a third, stretching him until I was sure I wasn’t going to hurt him. After I decided he was ready, I grabbed the lube and slicked up my cock.
“Come here,” Conall demanded, wrapping his legs around my waist and digging his heels into my arse, dragging me back down on top of him. He eyed my stitched injury with trepidation but didn’t say anything about it. I’d tell him if it was too much.
At least, that’s what I told myself. Would I, though?
The hunger for him, for control, burned like a ghost fire within me, ready to crop up whenever it wanted to mess with my mind.
He was my reason for life right now, yet my brain still fought against the idea that he could try to dominate me. Use his power over me.
Why?
No answers came to me.
Warm hands on my cheeks drew me back into the moment—into seeing Conall’s soft gaze as he cradled my face.
“Sloan.” It was only my name, but that’s all it needed to be. His expression softened and he tilted his chin. Asking. Waiting. Submissive.
I slammed my mouth against his, and he moaned, tightening his legs around my hips.
His heels dug deeper into my arsecheeks.
His tongue rolled against mine as I lined my cock up to his hole, and when I pushed inside, everything went quiet.
The only thing that mattered was here and now with Conall in my arms. He was my universe.
His body opened up, sucking me inside until I was balls deep and surrounded by him in every way. His arms wrapped around my shoulders, careful of my injured side.
We kissed like it was the end. If I’d been stuck behind those bars, then it would’ve killed me. I wouldn’t have been able to deal with another month without Conall by my side. Since he’d come into my world, he’d become my obsession, my love, my everything.
He whined into my mouth, and I nipped at his bottom lip.
“Say it,” he whispered, brushing his nose against mine. “Please, Boss. Say it.”
I smirked. “I love you, Pet.”
He groaned. “That’s so fucking sexy. I love you, too. Please fuck me?”
I shifted my hips, getting into a better position, before I pulled my cock nearly all the way out and gently rocked forward.
My movements started slow, a light thrust forward and backward.
I kept an eye on his face, taking note of the way he parted his lips while his cheeks flushed, but when I didn’t see any sign of discomfort, I began to pick up pace.