Lorcan

Chapter Eleven

My joints ached like nothing before as I moved about the bed, my mind going back to the way Lorcan had gently undressed me, put me in a spa bath and washed me. Washed all the evidence of Ethan’s grubby hands off me. I was lucky, he’d not had time to do anything to me before Lorcan had come storming in and rescuing me like I was a goddamn princess in a Disney movie.

Damn it had been a dream come true as he lifted me over his shoulder and carried me out of that room and off that boat like I was his, and only his.

I’d never wanted that before. I’d never wanted to be claimed, but with Lorcan, that man could claim me nine ways to fucking Sunday and I’d be his. I’d tattoo his goddamn name all over my body until not a piece of my skin was visible.

The feeling both exhilarated and scared me. I’d never felt so connected to someone before, ever, and here I was in this strong, burly, caveman’s life and every action he does makes me want him more, and yet, he’d rebuffed my advances last night. He’d just put me to bed and left.

I’d wanted him to cradle me in his arms, to make me forget the name Darcy or even better, Moriarty, to make me his in every fucking way possible.

But he had a war to win.

I got that.

Still, the rejection was brutal.

A phone began to dance on the side table and I looked over at it to see the name Teeghan pop up on the screen. I clicked the accept button and held it up, only to be surprised by a video call.

“Hey,” she said with a cheeky grin. “Girl, you look like death warmed up. Did you get a proper sleep?”

“I did,” I replied, rubbing my hand over my face. “But it was probably the first night I’d had a good night’s sleep in a while.”

Her smile faded. “Yeah, I get that. How is everything else?”

“Well considering I only got back last night…I can’t complain.”

“Then why do you have such a sour face?”

“Stop making fun of my looks,” I bit back, trying to mask my emotions.

Teeghan rolled her eyes and for a brief moment, the phone slipped and I saw the utterly breathtaking sky behind her. They were still in Italy.

“You should be out there enjoying that sun,” I told her.

“How about you tell me what’s happening and I will.”

“I just got off a sex slave boat after being sold by my own family,” I said. “Maybe it’s that.”

Teeghan sighed. “Bitch, you and I, we get each other. I know there’s something that’s eating at you right now so either you tell me or I call Lorcan and have him come and fuck it out of you.”

If only.

“He didn’t touch me,” I said. “I think he’s disgusted.”

“What?”

“You heard me, don’t make me repeat it.”

“What happened?”

I repeated the events of the night before and told her exactly what happened. A big fat nothing.

“He’s being respectful. That man probably left the room so he didn’t screw you into the next century. He went full on alpha, then bathed you, I mean…he’s only human. Go and talk to him.”

“No, I can’t do that.”

“Girl, that boy needs you right now, just like you need him. Go and fuck him senseless for a change.”

The idea both thrilled and scared me. Could I go and take charge of Lorcan fucking O’Farrell? I mean, logistically, yes, I could climb that man like a big oak tree and grind against his mouth until I screamed out his name as if he were a deity.

Because shit, he was.

He was my god, and I wanted to pray only to him.

“Now,” Teeghan said, breaking me from my spell. “I know that look. Go and do it now.”

I bit my lip and hung up the phone, flinging the blankets off me and moving to the cupboard to look for something to wear. I could see a bunch of clothes in there, mostly sweatpants and jumpers, and for a moment, I wondered if they were Lorcan’s. I grabbed a jumper out and sniffed it. Lorcan’s earthy cologne wafted up my nostrils and instantly I was filled with a desire so deep, my pussy was throbbing. I pulled the jumper on, and it fell over my ass, covering me enough to walk the walls of the estate without issue. I loved having his clothes on me, how they wrapped around me, and almost swallowed me.

I moved out of the room and headed down the grand staircase and into the foyer. No one was around, it was quiet as all hell. When we came home last night, the entire house had been brimming with people. I moved down the hallway, looking in each of the rooms, but everything was quiet.

Hmm. They wouldn’t have left me here alone, surely.

I continued to walk down the hallway until I came to a large tapestry hanging over the wall. It seemed out of place, everything else was portraits in frames, but this large ancient looking thing looked like it was supposed to be in a damn museum or maybe in an old castle that tourists could visit.

What the fuck?

I reached out to touch the old fabric, only to feel a breeze underneath it. I peered behind it to see a door.

My heart raced as I pondered whether or not I should open it. Fuck it. I knew I wasn’t in danger in this house, I should totally do it. I turned the knob of the door and opened it.

To my luck, the door didn’t creak so I let myself in. Lorcan was standing against the bar, looking over what appeared to be files. He had a bottle of Jameson on the bartop with a glass near empty next to his hand. I could barely contain my pussy from throbbing even more as I stood there in just a jumper and my panties, waiting for him to notice. Maybe I should leave again and wait for him to come to me. Suddenly, my usually steel nerve kept me from cowering away from anything but with Lorcan, I had no steel nerve. I wanted him to overpower me, to claim me. There was just something so primal, almost animalistic in the way he handled me, the way he fucked me, that I couldn’t stop myself.

“Hey.”

The voice that came out wasn’t my usual, strong one. It was weak and nervous. It had taken him by surprise, not that you’d know it if you didn’t know him, but he’d tensed at the sound of my voice. Slowly, he turned around, and I saw that steely gaze that could send shivers down my spine and my clit pulsing at the same time.

Surely, it was scary that he could frighten and turn me on at the same time, right?

“Hey, you all right?” he asked me, his voice deep and alluring.

“Yeah, I just…didn’t expect to wake up alone.”

“I was…giving you space.”

“Why?” I asked him, wanting desperately for him to give me a reason why I felt like this.

“You went through something traumatic,” he replied, “You don’t need me to overwhelm you right now.”

“What if I want to be overwhelmed by you?”

Lorcan didn’t speak, but I could see how his gaze changed, and he took in what I was wearing. I started to walk toward him. To his credit, he didn’t move. He was rooted to the spot and I loved that.

“If you keep coming toward me like a cat on heat, I won’t be able to stop fucking you into next week,” he said, his voice a low growl that did a lot of things to my nether regions.

“Why only next week? Why not next month?” I taunted, playing with him. I could see the reaction I was causing and it gave me all the confidence in what I was about to do.

“Bridget…”

Oh god, the way he said my name as if it were a warning. I wanted this man to devour me whole.

“Maybe I’ll be the one fucking you into next month,” I said, almost on a whisper as I circled him like a shark. My hand grazed over the back of his palm as I came to stand in front of him, looking up at the monster of a man in front of me. I didn’t know how my knees hadn’t buckled as I caught the smell of whiskey and a strong leather smell mingling together.

He was trying to hold back, trying to stop himself from touching me, I could tell, but he wasn’t going to last.

There was no way in hell I was leaving this room today without him carrying me. I reached up this buckle and undid the belt, whipping it from the loops of his pants before I undid his button and slid the zipper down. His sharp intake of breath had my insides clawing to take over as I touched the soft velvet of his cock, hard and sturdy under the pants.

“You want control?” he asked me, his voice almost breaking from the pressure building below the surface.

“I will have control, Lorcan,” I said in his ear as I licked the underside of his jaw, feeling the whiskers of his days old beard prickle my tongue. Mmmm, this man tasted fucking good. The harsh intake of his breath told me how close he was to taking over. I had to make sure he knew I could be the one to take his breath away too.

“Get on your knees,” I told him. He didn’t move. “Did I stutter?”

Slowly, Lorcan knelt down in front of me, his head still coming up to my chest. Jesus, he was so fucking big. I grabbed the belt from the floor and shifted to grab one of his hands, then the other, lifting them over his head until I had secured them in the leather belt and helped him to lie down on the ground, looping the leather around the base of the heavy leather chair. Lorcan was letting me do this. He could just as easily stop me and take me any way he wanted but with a flare of his nostrils, I could see he wanted me to do this to him.

He wanted me just like I wanted him.

And that in itself was the hottest aphrodisiac you could ever have.

He tried to move his hands but the belt was secured well around the foot of the chair. I heard a grunt come from deep inside him and smiled, knowing that he wasn’t used to letting people take control of him. Maybe I was the first, and fuck if I were, that just made this all the more alluring. I straddled him, rubbing myself over the denim material of his jeans, the friction alone could send me tumbling as he looked up at me with fire in his eyes.

I moved down to feel the holster at his ankle, pulling the blade free. I saw his eyes widen in surprise. I’d seen before that he always kept a weapon on him, and this was just perfect for what I intended to do.

I gripped the bottom of his shirt and pulled the sharp side of the blade upward, ripping the material off him. I looked down at his heavily tattooed chest, moving my nails over the intricate celtic knots and shamrocks over his pecs. Lorcan threw his head back, panting heavily as I moved lower, moving the knife over his skin softly.

He groaned a couple of curse words as I slowly, so slowly, made my way lower.

“Do it,” he grunted. “Fucking mark me.”

Instantly, I was thrown by what he was asking, and then the strong sense of what I needed to do overcame me.

Fuck. I did want to mark him. I wanted to put my initials into his skin and make him mine, because fuck, he had already claimed me for his. I’d never be with anyone else, ever again, and I knew it. Lorcan wasn’t someone you simply “got over”.

I pushed the blade down on his tummy and nicked him a little. I could feel his cock pushing up against my pussy lips through the jeans.

Oh fuck me, this guy was the epitome of perfection. I needed him inside of me, I needed to ride him like a fucking bronco because he was everything a woman would ever fucking need. I put the knife down next to his legs and I shifted down so I could pull that cock out and yank his jeans off his legs. I grabbed the knife again and cut his underwear off him, freeing his cock, my eyes couldn’t stop looking at the rounded head, the redness telling me just how badly he needed this too.

I pulled the jumper off and freed my own tits from their captivity. Lorcan’s eyes went to my hardened nipples, as if he were a crazed man who needed a taste.

Not yet.

He could wait, just like he made me wait last night.

All this power underneath me, I was desperate to feel his cock pulsing inside of me.

I gripped the base of his cock and moved my mouth over the head, licking a path around it, and cleaning off the precum.

“Shit,” he huffed. “You do that again and this’ll be over pretty fucking quick.”

I liked knowing I could make him come quickly, but that’s not what I wanted. I wanted to ride him until he didn’t know his own name. I wanted to fuck him so hard he’d not know where he was.

I wanted to stun him, because fuck me, he stunned me and I knew I’d never get over it.

I was his.

And he was most definitely mine.

I grabbed the knife hilt and twisted it toward me. Lorcan’s eyes shot up in surprise, until he saw what I was doing. That’s when his tongue came out to lick his lips as he watched me cut my panties off me so I didn’t have to move off him.

“Fuck me,” he growled with such intensity, I felt the shift in the room. I hesitated, biting my bottom lip as I looked down at the perfect specimen of man beneath me. Dear god, I’d never liked looking at cocks until right now.

The perfect V of his abs, that led down to the perfect cock and balls. I wanted him so much, but I knew whatever I did with him right here and now was never going to be enough.

He moved his arm and the chair shifted a little, making a sound on the floor. That chair was fucking heavy. I never thought he’d be able to move it.

Goddamn how fucking strong was he?

I positioned my throbbing pussy over his wet cock and slid the head of his cock into me. We both let out a relieved exhale as I slid down his shaft with such an exquisite slowness that I could fucking die happy right here.

I put both my hands on top of his abs as I moved my hips up and down, coating his cock with me. I could see he wanted to grip my hips, possibly take over. He was making a fist motion with them as I took him as I wanted to.

Slow and achingly deep. I started to move quicker, needing to feel him explode inside of me, needing him to claim what was already his. My walls were stretching for him as I fucked him harder, faster. I looked down into his eyes, and watched as he was tormented with not being in control, not being able to fuck me hard, the way he wanted to.

He was giving me this power because he knew I needed it.

Jesus, how could he be so fucking perfect?

The sound of us slapping against each other echoed throughout the room, as I dug my nails into his chest. He grunted in pain as he started to buck his hips to meet my thrusts, pushing my clit into overdrive. With one hand still on him for leverage, I moved a finger to my clit and began to rub.

Lorcan groaned as I felt his cock growing harder inside of me. I leaned back, changing my angle so he could see my rubbing, to see his cock disappearing into me over and over again. My other hand moved over his balls and instantly I heard the gasp of a man in the moments of pure ecstasy. He didn’t cum though, and I wondered how he could hold back from what I could only imagine was a mind blowing orgasm. I didn’t have time to ponder long as the familiar spasms began to wrack my pussy before I tumbled over into oblivion. I slowed my bouncing a little, but Lorcan picked up the pace as he lifted his ass up to meet my thrusts to keep me going. I recovered quickly and fucked him as hard as I could. I felt his cock hitting so deep into me that I thought his cum may burst out of my mouth at any given moment. His panting increased as his hips began to slow down and I took over the pace, fucking him hard, our mixed grunts mingled in the air as I felt him stiffen and pump his load into me.

It was only when he was completely still underneath me that I stopped moving and, sweaty and in a state of delirium, I all but collapsed on him, my pussy still pulsing.

“My turn,” his deep and gravelly voice said and for a mere moment, I feared what he meant until I heard the chair move again. I looked up to see him yank his wrists away from each other, and the belt came loose, freeing him.

He could have done that the entire time and he didn’t. How fucking strong was this guy? The thought both scared and thrilled me at the same time.

“You didn’t think I was going to let you get away with just one fuck, did you?” he taunted me, that deep voice doing delicious things to my insides.

With ease, he lifted me up and positioned me over his face, my knees grinding against the hard floor as he smashed his mouth against my pussy. I could scream if I wanted to but I had a feeling I needed to keep as much energy in me as I could. His fingers dug into the flesh of my hips as he held me in place, unable to move. I was able to grip onto the side of the heavy chair, and no, I couldn’t make it budge. He was just that fucking strong.

I held on for dear life as he licked, sucked and teased his way through my pussy lips and toward my clit. His tongue was sliding around my hole while his nose nudged my sensitive clit and it was sending all sorts of sparks throughout my body. He moaned into me, the vibrations shooting over my clit and forcing me into fucking his face, my hips moving involuntarily, seeking out my oncoming explosion.

“Fuck,” I groaned, my hips moving frantically over his face. “Just fuck me, Lorcan.”

His fingers dug deeper, I was almost sure he’d opened up my skin from the pressure, but I didn’t care. I’d wear that scar with pride.

I dug my nails into the leather of the chair as my orgasm hit me with such force that I stopped breathing for a few seconds. Lorcan slid out from under me, I was still clutching onto the chair for air when he easily lifted me up, my legs wrapping around his hips, his cock bouncing under my ass as he walked me over to the wall, shoving me against it before he positioned his cock into me and fucked me so hard. My breath escaped me in a wheeze as I felt the pressure of the wall behind me, this man had me between a rock and his hard place and it only turned me on more.

He thrust into me so fast that I could barely keep sight of him as he powered towards another orgasm. Shit, my body was shaking from the force, but I never wanted it to stop. I never wanted him to stop hammering his way into me. I gripped onto his shoulders to stop from slamming painfully into the wall, my nails digging into his skin.

He let out a groan, before he claimed my mouth in a kiss that completely stole my breath and all senses from my brain. My pussy exploded around him as I felt him grunt louder into my mouth. I moved my head back as my body spasmed with my release just as he pounded another load into me. He held me there, both of us breathless.

“I need a drink,” I uttered croakily. He didn’t say a word, he simply grabbed me off the wall and carried me, over his shoulder again, to the bar. He set me down on the bartop, shoving the papers from before onto the floor, and poured me a glass of Jameson. He let me drink it in one go before I put the glass down. Within mere moments, he had me laying on the bar before him. He had the bottle of Jameson in his hand, taking a swig from it before he poured it onto my belly. I gasped at the feeling of the liquid flowing over me, down the sides of me and down to my pussy before I saw his fingers dive into me below as he lapped at the liquid from my belly button.

Fuck me.

I was writhing on top of the bar as he devoured me, holding on for dear life as he slammed three fingers into me so fast and hard that I thought he may tear my pussy apart, but that little minx down below was loving it. She was purring for him as his tongue did wonders to the sensitive areas of my hips. He continued his fingering assault as he moved up to my face, pouring some Jameson into my mouth before his mouth was on mine. I was drinking him in, as he devoured my mouth as well.

My body jerked as the release hit me with such a sharp jab that I thought I was falling. Just as my pussy exploded, I screamed into his mouth, calling out his name as if he were my God.

And he was.

Forever.

Lorcan was my fucking God and I would pray to him anytime he needed me to, because fuck, if he could do this to me without so much as a word, I don’t know how I could ever quit him.

He was my new religion and this library was our temple.

As we rested against each other on the bar, both of us soaked in sweat, cum and Jameson, I heard someone start talking. We both shot up, to see Jye come in the room, before he realised what he was looking at, backing away and shielding his eyes.

“Shit, sorry Lor.”

Lorcan acted fast, grabbing a piece from behind the bar and shooting it at the door just as Jye closed it and left us panting. The way he protected me had my insides clenching all over again, my pussy pulsing. I don’t know how it would be possible to cum again, but I know that greedy bitch was ready for anything he handed out.

Jye was nowhere to be seen after he came waltzing in after Bridget and my little intense match in the library. I’d asked them all to come and assemble so we could bring the fight to Ronan, and to the Onyx members who wanted to take me out. Conor and Killian were in our dining room, which had been turned into a war room, plans and files scattered all over the tables, and weapons out the kazoo. I’d had no idea Conor had so many weapons stashed at the docks, but it sure had come in handy.

“We need to set every one of our businesses up with a plan,” Killian said. “They’ll come for us, but only if they think we aren’t prepared.”

“You’ve a good point there,” I said, startling both of them judging by the jump they both did. “Why don’t you stock the businesses up with guns and shit. I need to call the MC in to do a little recon. Where’s Jye?”

“He had to go and get his little girl,” Conor said. “Something happened with the sister and she can”t look after her, so I told him to bring her here and we’ll get someone to look after her.”

“Do you think it’s a good idea?” I asked.

“If worse comes to worse, we can get Sav to take her to Italy. The girls will look after her.”

I nodded, knowing it was probably best for that to happen. I couldn’t allow Bridget to leave my side again, or I’d send her with them.

It was amazing how quickly your idea of safety changed when it came to someone else.

“Anyone have eyes on Ronan?”

“He and Amity popped up close by,” Killian answered. “But once we got to where they’d been spotted, there was no trace of them. They have to have someone watching them to tell them to hide.”

“A mole?”

“I doubt it,” Conor said. “We know our guys would never tell.”

“No, but we did invite a hell of a lot of people we barely know into our home. There could be double crossers in the ranks.”

Killian and Conor shared an exchange. “Well, the Russians do seem to keep to themselves a lot.”

Great.

I didn’t know them that well either but they seemed to keep an iron fist on their dealings in Russia. I’d like to think they were here for a good reason and not to betray us, but I really couldn’t trust anyone these days.

“Boss,” Declan came running, almost out of breath. “Amity is at the docks, shooting at shit.”

Conor grabbed his piece and ran out the door, I followed and so did Killian. We all jumped in the car and took off for the docks.

“Why the hell would she be so brazen?” I asked, angrily.

“Why is it just Amity?” Killian asked. Conor slammed on the brakes before we left the estate.

“You’re right,” he said. “Kill, get out and go and look for the fucker. There’s got to be a reason they split up and are back in town.”

Killian jumped out of the car and we took off to the docks. I checked my pieces were locked and loaded as Conor sped his way to the docks. When we pulled up, everything was quiet, but I could see the bullet holes in everything.

“Why the fuck would she come here?” I asked him.

“No idea.”

“It’s where Luke died,” Declan said. Shit.

A sound alerted us to where she was. In the office. Conor led us over to the demountable and opened the door to find Amity, gun beside her with a bottle of whiskey in one hand as she looked through files.

“You don’t get it, do you?” she asked, laughing as tears ran down her face. “This was never about you.”

Conor edged to the side, and she aimed the piece at him to make him stop. “What do you want, Amity?”

“Want?” she asked, her brow knitting in confusion. “I don’t want anything. I know you’re going to kill me, it’s why I came here, but there is something you should know.

“Oh yeah?” I asked. “What is that?”

Her eyes moved to me, and she softened a little. “You know, Lorcan, I never really had an issue with you. You seemed to keep the boys in line, and I never understood why you kept to yourself, holed up in that large estate on the hill. Why didn’t you just lead the family like your daddy wanted?”

“It wasn’t mine to lead,” I told her. “We’re a family. We rule as we want, and we’re stronger together.”

“You might be right,” she said, lifting the gun again, and looking down at it as if she’d never seen it before. I had a bad feeling about this.

“I thought Ronan actually cared, and then again, I thought Killian cared about me once too.”

“It was always going to be Sloane for him,” Conor said. “That doesn’t mean you can’t be loved by someone else.”

She laughed a little psychotically, but I knew it was painful. I could hear the pain in her laughter. “It was always fucking Sloane. I’ve loved him for as long as I could remember, and that bitch broke him, and yet he still went back to loving her.”

“Where is Ronan?” I asked her, sensing she was about to do something really stupid.

She looked up at me, fresh tears falling over her cheeks as she smiled at me. “I feel really bad for you guys. Honestly, this whole coup has been happening against you for years and you had no idea.”

“Where is Ronan?”

She sighed. “He’s in Italy. I thought you would have figured that out by now.”

I looked to Conor, panic rising in my chest. “Why?”

“To terrorise you, of course. How haven’t you guessed who is behind it all?”

“Amity…tell us.”

I tried to come closer but she aimed the gun at me and stopped me in my tracks.

“Who do you trust the most?” she asked me, before she swiftly turned the gun back, aiming on her temple before she blew her brains out over the side of the wall. We couldn’t react, it had been too quick.

What secrets did she take to her grave that we needed to know?

Shit.

“Lor,” Conor turned to me, his face white with fear. “If he’s in Italy, he knows the girls are there.”

“There’s no way anyone could know that.”

“Only your oldest friend who somehow knew everything was happening before we did.”

My greatest fear was being realised as I saw what he was saying and propelled myself out of the office and toward the car.

“Whatcha got there?” I heard the thick Italian accent before I saw him. I smiled over at Saverio, who had come into the library silently it seemed.

“Just reading,” I said. “It keeps the bad thoughts away until I can see Lorcan again.”

I couldn’t read the expression on his face, but it made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. My trust issues were starting to impede on my everyday life and it really annoyed me.

“You’re not with Lorcan?” I asked him, putting the book down. A picture fell out of the book, and I bent to pick it up only to be taken aback by the beautiful woman in the picture. Saverio came over to me and looked down at the picture.

“Ah, Clem.”

“You know her?”

“Yes,” he said, sitting down next to me. “She was Lorcan’s first love.”

I looked at his expression, and for some reason, I got a vibe that it was more than that. He was tracing his fingers over her face as if he loved her too.

“How long have you two been friends?” I asked him, putting the photo back away.

“Too long,” he chuckled, but there was something sinister about the way he was looking at me. My spidey sense was tingling and not in a good way. “It seems as if we met yesterday but in the same sense, it seems as if we have shared everything.”

He put his hand on my knee and I immediately felt the breath catch in my throat.

“She didn’t love, did she?”

His fingers dug into my knee, causing a pain to shoot down my leg, before he removed his hand. “No, she only had eyes for Lorcan.”

“That’s why you’re so angry with him. Because of her?”

“He loved her and he let her go, and she died. He’ll never get over that. He’ll never be able to move on from the memory of her.”

I had feared that myself, and it still played on my emotions, even now. To hear it from someone who has known him for years, it only increased my fear.

“Why are you here telling me this?”

“To save you, of course.”

“I’m beyond saving.”

“I could save you,” he said, standing and putting his hand on my jaw, lifting my gaze to meet his. “I could love you like he never could. You’ve been to my home, the beauty there is said to rival everywhere else. It could be your home.”

The revulsion was rising in my throat as he looked at me like I would be his wife. I couldn’t think of anyone but Lorcan, whether or not he loved me back, I knew I loved him and no one else should be touching me this way. I pulled away from his grasp and moved toward the door. Saverio was on my heels as I started to run, only to run directly into a large chest. I backed up to see the familiar bearded man I knew to be Ace. He had his gun pointed at Saverio who had stopped in his tracks and had his arms up.

“You okay?” he asked me without taking his eyes off Saverio.

“Yes, I think so.”

“Bridget, why don’t you go on upstairs and lock yourself in a room, yeah?”

I didn’t need to be asked twice. I ran from the room and up the stairs before I could slow down and look for Lorcan. I got to the room he’d shown me was his and I locked it, before I moved to the bathroom, stripped off and got in the shower to wash off his touch. I wanted to throw up, to bash my body against the tiles so my skin wasn’t crawling.

I heard a loud sound coming from outside, and my heart jumped in my throat as my body shook. Lorcan appeared in the doorframe and I felt my entire body ease. He took two strides, stripped off his shirt and pants and got in the shower with me. I could barely breathe as he towered over me, checking me over for injuries before he stilled when he realised I wasn’t hurt. The water hitting his skin and trailing down it as he looked at me with a mix of fear and lust. His hand moved to the side of my face as his lips crashed down on mine, his tongue tangling wildly with mine in my mouth as he pushed me against the tiles, the water hitting us hard in the sides. I moaned into his mouth, relishing the feel of his arms around me. His hand on the side of my face, trailing down to my neck where it squeezed slightly. I gasped in surprise as he broke from me, his hand tightening a little as his cock prodded at me below. I bit my lip as I waited for him to take me.

One moment I was looking up at him, and the next, he had lifted me in his arms and his cock was sliding into me with such force that I thought I had been split apart.

He fucked me, gently at first, but it increased as I dug my fingers into his skin, prompting him to fuck me like an animal, to claim me as his because damn it, I was.

His fingers moved from my neck to my clit and he rubbed me until I exploded around his cock. He didn’t wait for me to calm my breathing before he powered into me, slamming his way to his own release which came quickly after.

Shit.

I’d never cum so fast before, but it had been just as enjoyable as it had been when we’d been fucking mercilessly for hours.

What was it about this man?

“I have to go,” he said against my hair. He put me down in the shower and turned the taps off. I nodded up at him and he placed a kiss on my forehead before he left me in the bathroom, leaving me reeling.

I loved that man.

There was no denying it. I loved him and everything he stood for.

My body was still humming from my encounter in the shower with Bridget. I’d only gone to make sure she was okay but fuck, seeing her in that shower, shaking with fear. I’d needed to possess her, to make her forget that fucker.

I’d never felt so betrayed. Saverio had been there for everything my entire life, and yet, it was all just one cruel joke to him.

Conor and Killian had him in the basement, tied to a chair as he continued to smirk at them. He thought he could attack my family, my girl, and get away with it? That fucker was as good as dead.

“Lor,” I heard Conor say as he looked over at me. “He’s getting a video call from his brothers.”

“Let them see.”

Conor answered the call, but he buckled when he saw what I saw. Teeghan and Sloane were tied up, bloodied and passed out and then Mateo appeared on the screen.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I growled. “They aren’t to be harmed.”

“You’re not in control,” he said in his native tongue. I’d learned Italian over the years because I knew it would come in handy.

“I am now, fuck face,” I answered back in Italian. It stunned him a little before I heard a familiar voice on the call. Ronan’s sick and demented face came into view.

“Now, now,” he said. “We’re all adults here. English will suffice.”

“Amity told us you were in Italy,” I said. “Right before she blew her face off.”

Ronan’s smile faltered a little, but he pulled it back up quickly. “She always was weak, hellbent on getting a man who didn’t even love her. It’s a pity. I was going to hand her Sloane to pick off.” Killian’s face was contorting and turning red. Luckily Ronan couldn’t see. I don’t even know how he was handling this. I’d be a fucking nut if it were Bridget.

I turned the camera around to show them Saverio on the chair. “Looks like I may have a bargaining chip, after all.”

Mateo’s face fell and Ronan’s did a little too, but they didn’t say a word.

“Don’t worry, little brother, they can’t hurt me.”

“Looks like I’m in charge now,” Mateo said. Saverio’s smirk dropped immediately, and he tried to get out of his binds. The thing about Killian’s bindings; you could never wiggle free. It only got tighter the more you moved.

A string of Italian curse words entered the air and Mateo switched the video off. Killian came forward but before he could speak, I put my hand on his shoulder. “I know. Go.”

He grabbed Conor and they left the basement where I was left alone with someone I had thought was a friend. Saverio looked up at me, the look of determination about him.

“How about we make this a fair fight?” he asked me. “Untie me.”

“Was it a fair fight when you cornered Bridget,” I asked him. “Or when you took our women and beat them bloody to get back at us?”

He knew I wasn’t going to untie him. It wasn’t the fact that I thought he’d best me because I knew he couldn’t, but it was for them. I wanted him to be unable to defend himself from the blows I was about to rain down on him. I cracked my knuckles and began to walk around him, seeing him stiffen as I did so.

I tried to hold back my anger, but it was continuing to mount with every breath this motherfucker took. I had trusted him completely. He’d been there through fucking everything in my life, even through my heartbreak, and here he was masterminding our downfall.

Fucking asshole.

The door to the basement opened with a creak. I waited for one of the men to come down to tell me something good but instead, I was immediately taken aback by the petite form of Bridget.

“Love, go back upstairs,” I said. “You don’t want to see what I’m about to do to this fucker.”

“No,” she said defiantly. “I don’t want to see what you’re going to do. I want to do it myself.”

She pulled out a piece from behind her and took aim at Saverio. I could barely contain my excitement at seeing her holding a piece, but now wasn’t the time to fuck her senseless.

“Babe.”

“Step aside, Lor,” she said to me. “I’d hate for you to get this fucker’s blood on you.”

I felt the smirk forming on my face as I did as she commanded. I leaned against the wall, watching as she took back her power.

“Conor told me what you did to Teeghan and Sloane,” she said, a harshness to her tone that I’d never heard before, but it did amazing things to my cock. “Does that make you feel like a big man beating on women when they were unprepared?”

Saverio scoffed and looked away from her. Immediately, and I couldn’t say why, I knew that had been a mistake. I saw a shift in her expression, brief and possibly minor, but it was there.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you,” she hissed, her voice dark and deep. She shoved the muzzle of the gun into his crotch, making him jump and hiss. “Does it make it hard knowing you can intimidate women when they’re not expecting it all because you’re jealous a woman chose someone else over you?”

“Bitch,” he said through gritted teeth as she pressed the gun further into his balls. I stood, insulted for her that he would call my woman that.

“Is that all you got?” she asked, stepping back. “What a waste of space you are. Let me help you with your predicament.”

Without further warning, a shot rang out in the basement and a scream worthy of a horror film erupted from Sav. Blood dripped from his crotch to the floor in pools, running down his legs. He was grunting in agony, his chest rising and falling fast as he looked up at her in horror.

“Now, you don’t have to use that as an excuse,” she said, nonchalantly. I burst out laughing as I saw my once friend, now foe, belittled to a eunuch in one shot.

“Are you going to finish him off?” I asked her.

“Can’t we just let him bleed to death down here knowing a woman took him down?” she asked me.

Oh my lord, this woman was everything and more.

“Yes, babe, that we can do.”

“Fucker, finish me,” he yelled after us as we ascended the stairs. “Don’t let me die this way.”

I opened the door for her and led her out, taking the gun from her and putting it in the waistband at the small of my back, before I locked the door to the basement.

“Give it a few days,” I say to Declan. “That’s gonna be a long and painful way to die.”

Declan smirked at me and nodded. He was a good lad.

“Now,” she turned to me. “What are we doing about getting Teeghan and Sloane back?”

“Conor and Killian are already on their way,” I said. “Believe me, there’s no way in hell he’ll let those boys get away with their lives. The thing we gotta focus on is taking care of our other enemies.”

She nodded. “Teach me.”

I grabbed her by the throat, squeezing slightly, before pulling her by the throat to me. Her lips were satin underneath mine and she tasted like strawberries again.

My new favourite fuckin’ fruit.