I shrugged. “Do it then. Sloan and I will talk later, but Finnis minefor as long as he wants to be.”
“You can’t claim a person like a possession,” one of the men snarled, but his glare was directed at Finn, as though he’d done something incredibly stupid, and I didn’t like the dirtiness in his eyes. “The boy clearly doesn’t want to go with you.”
Ice filled my blood and coldness flooded my system, the same feeling that possessed me when I threw someone to the crocs or my darling jellies. I stepped away from Finn and stalked around to this man, whose name I didn’t care about anymore. I slammed my hand down on the table in front of him, and he jumped, eyes wide as he stared up at me. Baring my teeth like a rabid animal, I sneered at him. “Ask him. Ask him what he wants.”
The man swallowed, the apple in his throat bobbing. He slowly turned to stare at Finn. “What do you want then?”
I didn’t look at Finn, but I listened to the way he exhaled breathily. “I.... For now, I would like to stay with Mr. Sweeney.”
“See?” I growled out, voice low. I gave the man an angry glare and straightened. “Anyone else got a problem with this?”
No one said a word.
Cillian returned to his seat, back straight and mouth pressed together, but his expression remained stoic.
I nodded and patted Hero’s shoulder. “Finish some of the planning and take them out for the day. Show them the important places around the city.”
Hero didn’t look any happier than Cillian, and I expected a conversation with him later as well, but he acknowledged my order with a nod. Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if he got on the phone with Mercy, my good mate and one of my chief advisors. Mercy had been with me from the start of the mob, back when I was helping my dad, and he’d buried men and evidence without me having to ask. The only reason he wasn’t here was because it was his nephew’s birthday, and if Mercy was anything, it was a family man.
I stalked back to Finn and held out my hand to him, and he slipped his smaller palm into mine, linking our fingers together. I led him down the stairs and to my office. While I could have taken him to my bedroom, it was on the same level as the meeting, and I didn’t want them to hear what I was going to do with my sweet Lolly.
No one but me would know what he looked like in his lace underwear.No one. While he said he wanted to stay with me for now, by the time I was done, he would never want to go back to America. I would make him an Aussie by marrying the hell out of him if I had to. I was a man who knew what he craved—and that was Finn.
I led him into my office and closed the door. He paused, taking in all the sleek, polished wood. He touched the tip of his shoe against the floorboards, studying them carefully.
“Jarrah.” I squeezed his hand when he glanced at me with wide, questioning eyes. “The wood, it’s called jarrah. There’s only one place in Australia that has the trees and it’s on the other side of the country.”
He blinked and offered me a small smile. “It’s beautiful.”
“Are you nervous, Lolly?” I snuck in closer to him and cupped his face, using my thumb to stroke the sharp line of his cheekbone. He was a delicate little thing compared to me, and I wanted to cherish him like Mum did the Royal Albert tea set she’d inherited from her grandmother. If I could put him in a display cabinet where he’d be safe, I would.
“A little.” He smacked his lips together and sighed. “You’re a boss and you saw me... in the clothes I love.”
“And I liked you in them.” I laid a gentle butterfly kiss on the corner of his mouth. “I’ve never met a man like you.”
“I don’t know what this means. What if I said no to you?” He tilted his chin and stared up at me seriously.
My gut clenched. I stared back at him and gripped his face tighter, though not enough to hurt him. “I don’t force men into my bed. I don’t need to, and you’ve been interested in me since we met last night, haven’t you? When your men asked, you said you wanted to be with me.”
“I do.” He shifted nervously and sighed. “What will Mr. Killough think?”
I snorted. “Sloan can’t talk. He chose his pet in a similar way, didn’t he?”
He screwed up his nose in thought, and I realized he probably didn’t know the entire story like I did. Sloan had pulled his pet out of a whorehouse like he was adopting a puppy.
I laughed. “He’ll be fine, Lolly. This choice is yours. Do you want me to make you mine? Because if you do, I’m going to take you over to that desk—” I pointed at my wooden work desk. “—and sit in my chair while I strip you of that ugly-arse suit. I’m going to take my time staring at you in your pretty lace before I worship every inch of your skin. By the time I’m done, I’ll know every one of the pleasurable spots on your body, and I’m going to torture you with them.” The thought made my cock twitch and I grinned wickedly at him. “And then, when you’re a writhing mess, ready to explode, I’m going to lay you over that desk and fuck you raw until your hole is dripping with my cum. How does that sound?”
He licked his lips and his pupils went large. Taking a breath, he nodded fast and his cheeks flushed brighter. “Yeah, I’d like that a lot.”
His American accent had deepened, and I took a moment to revel in the velvetiness of his voice. I wanted to kidnap him and keep him in my room every minute of the day and do dirty things to him while he was dressed in something as sweet as he was.
I grabbed his hand and raised it to my lips, turning it over to lay a light, teasing kiss on his palm. “I’m going to worship the ground you walk on, Lolly.”
“Why do you call me that?” he asked, breathless. “Give me a real answer. Don’t tell me some crap about how I smell good.”
I stroked a finger along one of his, teasing my nail over his soft skin. “Do you know what a lolly is here in Australia?”
“No,” he said quietly.
