Ciaran
Adeline is quiet on the drive home. Her eyes are trained on the car window, her gaze taking in the bright lights. Her fingers absentmindedly play with her phone on her lap. She’s taken her shoes off, but while she’s tired, I’m not sure how relaxed she is.
Am I concerned about her listening in on Cormac and Wallen? Maybe. Possibly.
Our industry all but dictates information gathering. I don’t blame her, especially when she realized it was Wallen speaking.
I didn’t lie when I told her my uncle was letting Wallen run his mouth. But I do know Uncle Cormac. He takes all the small details and stores them away until they’re useful.
Wallen is useful because he can help us with product shipment between New York City and Dublin. Expanding to Las Vegas is out of the question. And I didn’t know he had such issues with the Knights. We all met at their casinos over New Year’s. They’re a stupid enemy for the arms dealer to take on.
Cormac will take all these threads, though, and analyze them. I have no idea what he’ll come up with, but I truly can’t imagine him thinking it’s a good idea to expand that far west.
It’s not about expanding.
I try to roll my shoulders out, the knots starting to burn.
If we helped Wallen, there’s no telling what payment my uncle would ask for. Something that lucrative—Cormac might be persuaded to help out.
That is the last thing we need. Not when we’re close to solidifying trade deals and opening up a new route.
When I pull up to the curb, I’m afraid Adeline’s passed out. I gently tuck her hair back, and she stirs.
“I’ll text Marco,” she whispers, her phone lighting up. Her guard is already at her car door, no message needed.
He nods at me, and I follow Adeline inside.
“Take your dress off,” I tell her when we get inside.
She pauses, halfway toward our room already. Slowly, she peels the straps of her dress down her shoulders. The material pools around her ankles.
“Can I take my heels off?”
I nod and she kicks them off.
“Underwear too.”
She shimmies out of her thong.
“There’s lube in the bedside drawer. Go get it.”
She visibly startles. “W-what.”
“Go,” I order, nodding to the doorway.
“B-but Ciaran—”
“Go, get the lube. Strip the duvet off the bed. Then get on your hands and knees, arse up.”
Adeline squirms, but she turns and heads into the bedroom. I take off my suit jacket, listening for the sound of my nightstand drawer being opened.
There’s movement as she crawls onto the bed, and when I arrive in the doorway, she’s on all fours. Her long, dark hair is a curtain, hiding her face.
I brush it lightly, my hand trailing over her shoulder and down the ridge of her spine. Goose bumps break out along her skin. My fingers snake down the globe of one of her arse cheeks.
“Spread them open.”
She looks over her shoulder, her brown eyes wide.
“Now.”
The past few months, I’ve splayed her open and taken her every way I’ve wanted. My tongue has traced every inch of her. I’ve tied her up and enjoyed the way she squirms when I use toys on her. I’ve spanked this arse and played with it too. Tonight I’m going to finally take it.
The idea of her tight arsehole choking me has been an intoxicating thought for a while now.
“Let me see it.” I spank a cheek when she’s yet to follow through on my demands.
She shuffles slightly, balancing herself as she finally reaches back and spreads her arse cheeks apart. She tenses when one finger touches her.
I don’t linger for long, though. Fully clothed, I lean forward, wanting her to feel the rough fabric of my suit against her delicate skin. My hips knock into her as I reach around and cup her pussy.
“Dripping.”
I run my hand over her, spreading her arousal.
“Give me the lube.” I hold my hand out.
“Ciaran. . .”
“Now.”
She hands the bottle over. I flip the cap, and she hisses when the cold liquid splatters over her arse. I make it messy, smearing it around. I rub my finger over her arsehole again, tsking under my breath when she tenses once more.
“Do you want this to hurt?”
“Ciaran.” My name is breathless on her lips.
“You knew this was coming.” I’ve teased her countless times. “You always knew I owned this hole too. Now it’s time. Take a deep breath, princess.”
I bite back my smile when she instantly follows the command. Her cheeks are red. She’s scared, and she’s acting shy about it.
“Breathe, princess,” I repeat, opening her up with one finger. I have to work at it, only getting to my first knuckle.
“Wait, please.”
She leans forward when I push my finger deeper.
We don’t say anything, but this is her punishment for snooping. I should have followed her to the bathroom. Made sure she didn’t get into any trouble.
Instead, I’d waited in the living room, agitated because she wasn’t by my side. Seamus had found me on my own and smirked as soon as he realized why I was annoyed.
We’d found her easily enough when we went searching for her.
I wanted to keep Adeline far away from Wallen. My uncle is not the type of man to appreciate being listened into.
A moan chokes in Adeline’s throat when I pump another finger into her.
Something courses over my skin, my blood pressure high.
Goddamn it. I’ve hated Boris all this time because he failed to keep Adeline safe, but what about me?
I should have made an excuse and not let her come tonight. But I wanted her at my side. Protecting her is almost impossible because she’s the one who is adamant about getting into shit.
“Cia—” She chokes on my name. I’m forceful, adding another finger, making sure she’s ready to take me. My cock is painful against my trousers.
I’m mad at Adeline for snooping, but that’s not the full story. She could have overheard so many different conversations. I’m lucky she didn’t overhear anything specific regarding our business plans.
Adeline had tensed when I brought Wallen up on the way there. Her eyes scanned the room, cataloguing all the businessmen at the party. I’d relaxed slightly, knowing Wallen’s appearance fit right in.
I stand up quickly, undoing my zipper and pulling my hard cock out.
I’m so desperate it’s hard to think straight. I need Adeline.
Her arse is already lubed up, but I spit just so she understands how this is going to go. She shudders, biting down on her lip, but she’s got to know. She can get up to shit, but I am right here, the man who owns her.
“Breathe,” I say, my own lungs struggling.
I can’t be gentle, though I try. Just an inch of my cock makes it inside.
She tries to scoot forward.
My fingers grip into her waist.
“Ciaran,” she whines. “It’s too big. You’re too big.”
My own ego claws against my chest at her declaration.
I rub her hips. “I know, princess. Breathe for me, okay. Let me in.”
She whimpers while I keep tracing circles on her hips. Inch by inch, I claim her hole.
When my hips are snug against her arse, I press a kiss to her shoulder.
“Just like that princess,” I praise. “Rock your hips, princess.”
The command is merely meant to antagonize. I take her hips in my hands, controlling her movements, giving her no hope.
God damn.
My head falls back, my balls tightening. There’s little hope for me.
You love Adeline Akatov.
“Fuck.” I can’t control myself. I slam into her, needing to split her into two. She’s so damn tight, she strangles my cock.
Months ago, Seamus told me I loved Adeline. He didn’t ask or suggest or even caution me. He simply stated something.
I ignored him. I often ignore the things my cousins tell me.
Besides, I’d always known the deal. I was going to fuck the Bratva princess as much as I wanted to while in New York, but I wasn’t going to lose my mind.
But how does a man not lose his mind when it comes to Adeline Akatov.
“Ciaran!” she cries.
I snake my hand around her waist, toying with her clit. She snaps easily, and while she rides the waves of her pleasure, I thrust harder and longer until I come in her beautiful arse.
I keep thrusting, letting myself enjoy the sensation. I hold onto her, not letting her pull away even though she’s exhausted. We end up in a heap on the bed, my cock buried in her.
“Ciaran.” Her head is turned, but I still catch the tear dripping from her eye.
I smooth her hair back. She took a lot, and I think we’re both in agreement. There are no words needed as a current of deep satisfaction runs between us.
I press a kiss to her shoulder and pull her closer.