“But I didn’t know that!”
He tilted his head back. “So, you would’ve listened out of fear and stayed, but what I had to offer didn’t keep you there?”
Confusion and need scrambled my brain. “I.... You said I was in trouble.”
“Oh—” Faster than I would’ve thought possible, he snagged my waist and dragged me flush against his front. I gasped and slapped my hands to his hard chest, but they sort of got stuck there, teasing against the muscles. “—you are. You made me think about you all night, rather than giving me all that sweetness then. There will be a hefty price to pay.”
My face heated and I felt powerful and sexy like I had last night when I was dressed up, which was kind of scary. I’d always kept that part of myself separate from the rest of my life—the mob I’d been born into. The men I fucked and the pretty things I loved to wear were for a different person, not the one who wore this suit and went to meetings and stood around doing jobs for Mr. Killough. Right now, I felt just as ready to be fucked as I had with silk wrapped around my body and makeup on my face.
He tipped my chin up, and I felt like I was standing in front of a speeding train when he dipped his head and kissed me.
5
LEGEND
Finn tastedas sweet as I’d imagined, and I couldn’t get enough of him. I wanted more. No, Ineededhim like I needed air to breathe.
“Do you know what Mum’s always taught me, Lolly?” I whispered against his delicious, pretty little lips. His lashes fluttered and he stared up at me like an intoxicated man, drunk on my kisses. “She called me Legend because I was destined to be a myth, a fable my enemies tell each other as they shit their pants in fear. She told me I could have anything I ever wanted. And what I want right now... is you.”
He exhaled and a shudder went through him.
I touched his shoulders. I’d always had big hands, but they looked huge pressed against him. He wasn’t a small man, but I was tall at six foot seven inches. While I was packed with solid muscle, he had a sinewy build with compact strength, which made him the perfect size to fit against me.
“Tell me something.” I raised my palm to his cheek and caressed my thumb across his jaw. “Are you wearing pretty lace right now under that suit?”
He stiffened and his eyes went wide as a flush spread across his lovely cheeks. “Uh....”
“You are.” I grinned and kissed him softly again, and he hummed delightfully against my mouth. “What are you wearing, Lolly? Tell me.”
“I’m not—”
I brushed my lips over his ear. “Don’t lie to me.” I nipped at his ear, and he hissed. The sound went straight to my cock, which was already well on the way to being hard. His scent embraced me and teased my nose. I couldn’t decide if I wanted to eat him or fuck him.
Probably both.
He let out a sharp breath. “A camisole.” His voice broke and he chuckled nervously. “And matching split panties.”
Pleasure crashed inside me, forcing every ounce of blood south to my cock. I took a moment to give him a careful once-over, imagining the clothing beneath his suit. “Hm. What color?”
The red in his cheeks deepened and he threw a fearful look over my shoulder, toward the glass doors. Inside, the men were arguing loudly. They wouldn’t be able to hear a word we said. He shifted his weight nervously between his feet and touched the large scar on his face, fingers shaking. “Uh, light pink. It’s called rose.”
“Really?” My tone turned growly, and I couldn’t help the lust that dripped out with the simple word. My hunger for him doubled, and I thought about ripping off that godforsaken suit and baring him to my feasting eyes, but I didn’t want to share him with anyone else. “Hm. Come with me.”
I didn’t give him a choice. Clutching his slim wrist in my hand, I dragged him to the glass doors and slid one open. I pulled him inside and toward the table where the men and Mum had stopped talking to stare at us. “Finn will be staying here in the house.”
Hero frowned and leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. “We’ve got no more rooms. We only have one open guest suite and Cillian and Fallon are staying in it.” He waved at the two men across from him.
I smirked. “He won’t be needing one. He’ll stay in my bedroom with me.”
Killough’s crew stared around at each other, confusion evident on their faces. Finn stepped in closer to me, his hand clutching tightly at my arm. He cleared his throat and murmured, “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” but I ignored him because this was what I wanted. His desire for me was clear as a cloudless day in North Queensland, and I wasn’t going to let him escape me for a second time. I wasn’t that kind of fool.
Cillian rose from his seat. “With all due respect, Mr. Sweeney, but Finn is part of the Killough Company. He’s one of ours.”
I stared him down. “And? He’s mine now. I claimed him.”
Fallon burst out in laughter and the sound was loud in the otherwise quiet room. Mum’s stare was burning a hole through me, but I would deal with her later. And she wouldn’t speak out in public, either, as that was a conversation for behind closed doors.
Cillian’s jaw turned to stone and his eyes hardened. “This needs to go through our boss.”
