“Fuck me.” His voice was turning into a full-out whine. “If you don’t, then Iwillfeel worse. Please. I’ll be good.”
I laughed quietly, slowly losing against the war with my hunger for him. “You’re never good.”
He shrugged, not denying it, and blinked those lashes up at me.
I slammed my mouth against his again, all sense of reason gone. He kissed back with the sort of intensity and desperation that made my insides turn into a tornado of lust. He huddled closer and pushed his chest against mine, and I couldn’t resist him. Every day in jail felt like eternity, and as much as I wanted to hold back until I knew he was okay, I couldn’t refuse him with the way he rolled his hips against mine, our cocks brushing.
I growled into his mouth and nipped his bottom lip, and he whimpered.
“Where is your collar? The red one,” I asked.
He trembled. “In the closet.”
When I stepped back, he pouted, but he stayed where he was as I strode over to the closet and found the box in the very back where I’d had his green one before I’d gone to jail. I released the buckle, and when I made it back to him, I slid the collar around his neck, securing it together. I brushed my fingers over the leather, taking in the beauty of the crimson against his sun-kissed skin. The symbol of my ownership was back in place where it was meant to be.
“Please, Boss?” A frantic whine slipped out between those pretty lips. “Fuck me. We deserve this.”
Another starving kiss was all it took for my defenses to crumble around us. I cupped his face and consumed his mouth, caressing and nipping and sucking until we needed to break away to breathe. He dragged me to the bed, and while I let him take charge sometimes, this wasn’t one of those moments. The niggling feeling that dwelled in the depths of my chest rose, and a need to take control in my life took over. In jail, I was limited in what I could do, forced to play a role I hated, but now I was home and a switch had flipped.
I was Sloan Killough. Mob boss of the East Coast. I couldn’t let anyone dominate me or take my most important things away from me. Never again. Not Reyes or his family, not the Russians, not the Italians...and not even Conall. Not right now, at least.
I grasped Conall’s wrist and hauled him toward me, and he grunted as he landed against my chest.
“Sloan—”
I kissed him hard, teeth nibbling his lips and tongue rolling against his, while I nudged him backward until he hit the bed. He fell onto the mattress, and I followed him, blanketing his body with mine so I could continue to take ownership of his mouth. His hard cock rolled against mine and he moaned, the sound working a delicious shiver through me.
“You’re mine, Pet. Don’t ever forget it.” I spread kisses over his cheek, along his jaw, and down his neck, burying my teeth right above his collar, hard enough to make his back arch and force a yell of pleasure from him.
“Fuck, Sloan. Ugh. Right fucking there. Mark me.”
The noises he made were downright delicious. I needed to get my hands on him and map his body until I reacquainted myself with it. I already knew every curve, freckle, hair, and muscle, but they felt like lost lovers that I craved to explore and say hello to again.
I nuzzled the underside of his jaw and licked the length of it, and he groaned, tipping his chin up to give me more room to work.
I stroked my finger over the bar in his right nipple, and he all but melted beneath me.
“Tell me again,” Conall whispered. He brushed his mouth against mine, before his teeth sunk into my bottom lip, tugging. “Tell me, Boss.”
I growled, the sound coming from the very depths of my soul. “I love you, Pet. I love you. Youaremine.”
He moaned and wrapped his long legs around my waist, holding me close. I wasn’t sure whose precum was doing all the work for lube, but I didn’t care as our cocks slid against each other. He rolled his hips, and I groaned when the head of his cock caught on mine.
“I love you, too,” Conall whimpered. “Fuck.”
I slapped his thigh roughly, and he moaned.
“Language. And here I thought I’d taught you swearing wasn’t tolerated.”
He rolled his eyes. “You said you love me now. I can get away with anything and everything.”
“You already do.” I nuzzled my nose against his jaw and sighed, taking a moment to appreciate his warmth. He calmed the clawing monster inside me, reminding me that I was here with him. Safe. Together, we could take on whatever the world threw at us. Again. “You’re my weakness, Pet.”
“Really?” His mouth curled to the side. “Because you’remystrength.”
I groaned. Why was that the sexiest thing I’d ever heard? Every day in jail had felt like I was losing more and more of my power, but being with Conall and hearing him say he needed me made me feel ten feet tall. A formidable mob boss.
Sloan fucking Killough, as Conall would say.
