Chapter 40
DOMINIC
Inside the penthouse, polished travertine floors stretch beneath soaring ceilings, softened by hand-woven rugs in warm ochre and cream. Floor-to-ceiling windows frame the city like art. Marble-topped tables gleam under low pendant lights, and a long leather sofa that faces an open fireplace.
Best of all?
A massive four-poster bed dominates the space, dressed in crisp white Italian linen. Perfect for tying my wife to.
Aoife spins around slowly, drinking it all in, then her eyes fall to the bed. I waste no time undressing. My fingers flick over the buttons of my shirt, undoing them one by one. Her eyes track the movement. I shrug it off and toss it to the floor.
The all-consuming need to drag her to the bed and take her, make her mine—again—claws at my insides like a wild fucking beast. ‘You’re giving me that look again, Mrs Kincaid. I told you what would happen.’
Her eyes flick up to meet mine. ‘So do it, Mr Kincaid,’ she drawls with a tiny smirk, placing a hand on the curve of her hip, jutting her chest out.
I scoop her up like a rag doll and carry her to the bed. She sucks in a raspy breath. I place her gently down. ‘Strip.’
I open my suitcase and pull out the two black ties I packed, then stride across to where she’s already sprawled out across the bed waiting for me. She bites her lip as I reach for her ankle and secure it to the bedpost.
‘You know, you don’t have to tie me down,’ she says breathily. ‘I wouldn’t be anywhere else but naked with you.’
‘I know, sweetheart.’ Her nipples preen for my attention. I take her other ankle and secure it to the other side of the bed, so she’s spread wide for me. ‘But it turns me on knowing you can’t move—or close your legs.’
‘Why the hell would I want to?’ Her laughter pierces the air.
‘Because you’ve already come so many times that you’re begging me for a break.
’ I drop to my knees between her legs and slide a finger through her slickness.
‘You’re so wet for me, sweetheart.’ I lick my finger and watch as her eyes darken with desire.
I lower my face between her legs and offer her one long, languid lick.
‘Fuck,’ she moans, her back arching off the bed. Her beautiful breasts rise and fall with ragged, needy pants.
‘Patience, baby, we’ll get to that part.’ I glide my tongue slowly from her slit to her clit and suck. Her legs tremble, and satisfaction surges over my spine.
‘Dom,’ she begs, her eyes swim like molten lava. ‘Sir, I mean.’
‘Yes?’ I lick her again. Her fingers drift over her stomach to thread through my hair.
‘Can we try something?’ She sounds almost shy.
Clearly she hasn’t worked out that she can ask me for anything and I’ll do my darndest to deliver.
‘Anything you want, as long as it involves me making you come so hard you see stars.’ Without taking my eyes from hers, I take her clit between my lips and suck. Her entire body quivers, and her eyes roll skywards.
‘Eyes on me,’ I growl. ‘Now, tell me what you need, sweetheart.’
Her throat works as she swallows. ‘You. In my mouth—at the same time,’ she adds.
Having a first row seat to her sexual awakening is the best gift any wife could give her husband, which is why I’ll give her whatever she wants, whenever she wants.
I roll my tongue over her slit, swallowing her arousal as it seeps out of her, unzipping myself. When I’m completely naked, I crawl up the bed. Her focus falls to my cock. The tip is glistening with precum. She wets her lips. ‘I want to please you, sir,’ she whispers.
‘You already are, baby, you already are.’ I grab a pillow, place it gently behind her head, then position my tip at her lips. Her tongue darts out to lick, and she moans, parting her mouth for more. I flip over, until my knees are either side of her head.
She reaches for my cock, ‘Fuck my face,’ she begs, feeding me into her mouth until the tip hits the back of her throat.
‘Such a dirty girl.’ She begins to suck, slowly at first. ‘That’s it, baby, you’re doing so well.
’ I lower my face to her sex, resting my weight on my elbows and roll my tongue over her clit in teasing circles.
She mimics the motion with her tongue around my crown.
I grin against her sex, then up the pace.
Her legs shake and shudder as she sucks my cock like she was born specifically for the purpose.
Her hands grab my ass cheeks, dragging me deeper into her mouth.
I slide two fingers into her tight channel and flatten my tongue against her clit, and she cries out around my cock as her orgasm rips through her.
I’m a split second behind as white hot pleasure bleeds into every cell in my body, and I spill myself into her mouth. She swallows and swallows and swallows and moans like she will never get enough.
I roll onto the bed beside her, untie her ankles, and then flop down beside her. She smirks, wiping the corner of her mouth with her thumb. ‘That was fucking phenomenal.’
‘You’re fucking phenomenal.’ I take her into my arms, and she snuggles tighter, resting her cheek on my chest.
We lie like that, silently holding each other until her breathing starts to slow. ‘I’m going to grab a shower.’ She mumbles gently as I ease myself gently from beneath her, grab my phone, and head to the bathroom. I hate leaving the warmth of her body, but I need to check in with Ciaran.
Rory’s bound to have heard the news by now, and if things are blowing up, I’d rather know.
Ciaran answers on the second ring. ‘Thought you’d be busy banging your new bride,’ he drawls, his voice echoing like he’s in one of our warehouses.
‘Oh, believe me, I have been, but I called for an update. It’s called multitasking.’
‘Please tell me you fucked those beautiful big tits.’ Ciaran lives to wind me up. Clearly, he has a death wish.
‘That’s my wife you’re talking about. Have some respect,’ I hiss. ‘Now, give me a fucking update.’
I hear a thud, then a wild howl screeches into my ear. I wince, holding the phone away.
‘How’s that for an update?’ he sing-songs. Psychotic tendencies run in our family.
‘Is that Kavannagh?’ Surely it couldn’t be that easy?
‘I wish,’ he sighs. ‘Fucking coward sent eight men to your house though. They were hiding in the trees. Unfortunately, he wasn’t with them.’
‘Can they be identified as his men?’ If we can at least prove to Frankie that they are, we can go for Kavanagh directly.
Ciaran sighs again. ‘They can’t really be identified at all anymore.’ He pauses for a long beat. ‘There was a bit of an accident involving a blowtorch.’
‘An accident?’
‘Yeah, I accidentally forgot to take my finger off it.’ He chuckles. ‘These useless fuckers were closing in. Kavanagh’s orders were to kill you and kidnap my new sister-in-law. The fucking cheek of them.’
So the plan worked. Kavanagh must be fucking enraged to be stupid enough to send men to my place. Thank fuck Aoife is out of the country.
‘Any idea where Kavanagh is?’
‘No one knows. He hasn’t been back to the townhouse. Or to his club. We have men stationed across the road. Either he’s fled the city after making such an almighty fuck up, or he’s in hiding.’
‘Shit.’ I blow out a breath.
‘The man’s a fucking coward. What did you expect?’ he huffs. ‘But still, the truce is broken. I video called Frankie. Showed him these scumbags and made them tell him who sent them.’
‘He’s taking your calls?’
‘He is.’
‘He hasn’t taken mine since he got wind of the wedding, but fuck him. I don’t need his fucking blessing.’
‘He was rather interested in the details of your wedding.’ Ciaran adds dryly.
‘Then tell him to ask me himself instead of giving me the silent treatment.’ I drag my hands through my hair. ‘Do we have any leads on where Kavanagh is now?’
‘No, but we do know the bastard has another shipment of women coming in.’
Rage ripples beneath my skin. ‘From where? And when?’
‘These useless fuckers didn’t know. Trust me, if they did, they would have spilled more than just blood and guts,’ he says casually. ‘But he won’t have gone too far if he’s expecting a delivery.’
The prospect sickens me to my stomach. To think Aoife’s father was prepared to trade her off to a man who treats women like currency. ‘Where are you?’
‘At the warehouse in Meath with Owen.’
‘I don’t need to tell you to be careful taking the trash out.’ I pace the bathroom floor. There’s more than one way to skin a cat, and if Rory can’t take us out physically, he’s not above squealing to the guards. ‘Bleach the place. Burn your clothes, shoes, everything.’
‘Yes, Mam,’ Ciaran teases.
‘Let me know if you hear anything.’
‘Of course.’
‘Be careful,’ I add, ‘all of you.’
‘Yeah, yeah. We love you too,’ he pauses, ‘fuck those tits, bro, please, do it for me.’ He laughs, then hangs up.
Fucker. I shake my head and pull up the security cameras at my place. Everything looks calm and quiet. Six of my men are stationed around the parameter, the rest must be with Ciaran.
There’s nothing I can do from here.
I reach for one of the hotel-crested toothbrushes and brush my teeth, then take a long hot shower. Even discussing Kavanagh’s disgusting deals makes me feel dirty. The Syndicate will prioritise finding those women and free them. It’s what we do best.
I wrap a towel around my waist, clean the steam from my glasses and head back through to the bedroom to my wife.
Wife.
I fucking love how that word sounds.
I love her laugh.
I love how I can still make her blush.
I love how she sounds when she shatters on my face, fingers and cock.
I love every damn thing about her.
And I refuse to let Rory Kavanagh or any other cunt in this world take her from me.