Chapter 21
SLOAN
“How’s this for romantic?” I leaned back in my chair and raised my arms, gesturing to our backyard.
Our loyal men surrounded us from a distance, their gazes watchful and their automatic rifles clutched at their sides.
After the recent betrayals, I’d opted to hand out promotions to those I knew were trustworthy and give tests to those who I wasn’t completely sure about.
As I’d requested, Tiernan had sent word out to bring over some Irishmen, including family, but they hadn’t arrived yet.
We had good soldiers coming and I trusted them to keep my business and the two most important men in my life safe.
If anything happened to my pet, I’d have nothing left to live for and that made me dangerous to everyone else who still breathed in this world.
It was better to never find out what I’d become without the man I loved.
The dachshunds were under our feet at the table, content to sleep their little lives away.
I didn’t blame them. They had everything they could want.
When I’d asked Conall to get dogs, I’d meant real dogs, the kind that scared off men.
But I loved these little fiends. They reminded me of Conall in every way. Just as bratty.
Conall gave me a crooked grin and tilted his head, eyes dancing in amusement.
“You know what would make it better?” He picked up a strawberry from a bowl in the center of the table.
The staff had laid a deep red cloth over the top and filled it with fresh breakfast food, from croissants to fruit to juice to yogurt.
He took a bite of the strawberry, some of the juice escaping and sliding down his chin and neck. I watched its descent, hungry for a taste.
“What?” I forced out through a chest-deep growl.
Conall’s grin widened. He stood and came around to me in one flawless move, slipping into my lap and straddling me while being careful with my injured knee.
As Conall had ordered, I’d taken the helicopter to the hospital—“Why else do we own a fucking hospital, Sloan?”—and O’Nunan had done some serious damage.
Kudos to him. Not many men were able to physically hurt me the way he had.
A few surgeries on my leg later and I had pins in my bones and was recovering.
I had a concussion, too. Now I was walking around with a damn cane to take weight off my leg and I wasn’t a fan.
The only reason I’d agreed was because Conall threatened to abstain from sex unless I did.
He knew how to get me to do what he wanted.
“Music.” His gaze flipped to the radio I’d placed on the table in front of me.
Lorcan was on the last of his oxygen and it was delicious to hear him struggle to breathe.
Drawing out his death had been my best idea yet.
“We should listen to him, maybe record it. Remind our men what happens when you betray us.”
I smirked and stroked my thumb over his cheek. “Pet, you are delightfully wicked.”
“You love it.” He dipped down to spread butterfly kisses over my jaw and down my neck, stopping to lick at my pulse and nibble my sensitive skin. I shivered as I curled my arm around his waist and squeezed him.
“You know I do.” I tilted my head back, giving him more access. “If you keep at it, we’re not going to finish our breakfast.” I gripped his chin and raised it so I could lick the strawberry juices. The sweetness burst onto my tongue—a combination of Conall and the fruit.
“I’d rather have a breakfast with more protein.” He leaned back and flexed the muscles in his arms. “I need to bulk up. Boss, I need to taste your meat.”
The sound that came from the back of my throat was half a laugh and half a growl, and I gritted my teeth. Blood zipped south to my cock. “You wanted a romantic date, Pet.”
“Cock sucking is romantic.” He sat back on my thighs, careful of my knee, and waggled his eyebrows. “We can make a game out of it. How fast can I get you to bust.”
I threw my head back and laughed. “Not yet, Pet. Let me feed you some real food first.” He opened his mouth to protest, but I shushed him with a kiss. He melted into me, his body turning languid against my chest. “Food, then you can suck my cock to your heart’s content.”
“Promise?” He fluttered his lashes at me.
“I promise.” I reached around him and grabbed a raspberry, popping it into his mouth when he opened it dutifully.
He grinned at me as he chewed. “How about that music?” He leaned over and switched on the radio, and it buzzed to life to the sounds of Lorcan’s labored breathing.
We’d added days to his tank and given him bottles of water so we could enjoy the sounds of him wasting away. But it wouldn’t be much longer now.
Conall shivered, grinding his hips down against me, and I raised my eyebrows.
“Is this turning you on, Pet?” I brushed my hand over his hip and squeezed. He moaned, rocking his hardening cock against mine. “Do you like hearing traitors suffer?”
“He hurt you.” Conall grazed his lips over mine and darted his tongue out to taste me. “Anyone who lays a finger on you or your business deserves a fate worse than death. I want to hear him beg for mercy and then die. He deserves everything that’s coming to him.”
I clutched his face between my palms and slammed my mouth against his. We kissed like it was the last time—hungry and desperate. I needed to devour every inch of him and make him mine again and again. His sweetness burst on my tongue and I fell prey to my addiction to everything about him.
Lorcan’s choked breaths echoed around us. Conall gasped into our kiss before he broke away from me and grabbed the radio. He pushed down the transmitter button.
“Hi, Lorcan. Having fun?” His tongue slid across his bottom lip as he leered at me, desire blazing in his eyes. “How are you feeling on this lovely sunny day?”
A breathy, desperate moan escaped Lorcan. “Please.”
“Please what?” Conall’s voice deepened and a sharpness knifed its way through his words.
“You think you have the right to beg? After what you did? As you rot under our feet, no one will remember you. Our men will whisper warnings about a nameless cowardly advisor, a slimy little snake squashed under Sloan’s boot.
They’ll tell stories at the pub of their boss.
Of his power. His victory. While your death will be exactly like your life.
Pathetic and meaningless. You. Are. Nothing. ”
I’d never seen this side of Conall, and bloodlust did something to me.
My cock hardened against his and heat blanketed my insides.
He was pleasantly evil, an edge of danger that teased each word like a promise.
He enjoyed every second of listening to Lorcan die.
Conall had seen me kill, but he’d never quite reveled in it like this.
“Don’t mess with our family.” Conall slammed the radio down on the table, keeping it on so we could continue listening to Lorcan’s begging and gasps.
He settled back onto my lap and opened his mouth, giving me permission to feed him. Grinning, I continued to slip food into his mouth, and he did the same in return, serving me fruit and spoonfuls of yogurt. Between bites, he kissed me, teasing me for what was to come. My perfect pet.
“Does listening to him choke turn you on?” I nudged my nose against his chin and spread kisses along his jaw, pausing to nibble the skin above his collar, adding to my physical ownership of him.
He brushed his lips over mine, tongue darting out to lick the corner of my mouth, catching a bit of yogurt I’d missed.
“Listening to someone who hurt you die does. He deserves all the pain.” He rolled his hips forward, his cock dragging against mine.
“Please let me have my protein now. I want to suck your dick.”
I nodded, giving him all the permission he needed, and his eyes lit up with excitement as he carefully slid down to his knees in front of me, settling between my spread thighs.
He smoothed his hands over the bulge in my pants and ducked in to nuzzle with his nose.
He inhaled as I brushed my hand through his long dark hair, tugging the strands out of the tie that held it in a bun.
His strands cascaded around his shoulders, framing his angelic face and soft lips.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Pet.” I stroked down his cheek and across his brow. His eyelids fell shut as he leaned into my touch, a moan slipping out. “You’re not just my pet now, you’re my fiancé. And soon, my husband. You’re mine and you’ll never escape me.”
“I was yours the moment we met.” His tongue darted out to trace my bulge. “When you walked through the door of the Virtue, Boss, it was all over. Conall Morrissey didn’t exist. Only Conall Killough did.”
The words sent a sharp tingle of excitement shooting through me, landing in my balls.
Conall Killough. It fit him.
He grinned like he knew exactly what he’d done to me.
He grasped the tab of my zipper between his teeth and dragged it down carefully, then reached up to pop the button of my pants.
A breeze fluttered around us, the coolness dampened by the morning sun, and the sounds of Lorcan’s desperate gasps were in the air.
He pulled me out, my hard cock throbbing and ready for action, and licked his lips. “This is the only kind of breakfast I need.”