“Promise?” He fluttered his lashes at me.
“I promise.” I reached around him and grabbed a raspberry, popping it into his mouth when he opened it dutifully.
He grinned at me as he chewed. “How about that music?” He leaned over and switched on the radio, and it buzzed to life to the sounds of Lorcan’s labored breathing. We’d added days to his tank and given him bottles of water so we could enjoy the sounds of him wasting away. But it wouldn’t be much longer now.
Conall shivered, grinding his hips down against me, and I raised my eyebrows.
“Is this turning you on, Pet?” I brushed my hand over his hip and squeezed. He moaned, rocking his hardening cock against mine. “Do you like hearing traitors suffer?”
“He hurt you.” Conall grazed his lips over mine and darted his tongue out to taste me. “Anyone who lays a finger on you or your business deserves a fate worse than death. I want to hear him beg for mercy and then die. He deserves everything that’s coming to him.”
I clutched his face between my palms and slammed my mouth against his. We kissed like it was the last time—hungry and desperate. I needed to devour every inch of him and make him mine again and again. His sweetness burst on my tongue and I fell prey to my addiction to everything about him.
Lorcan’s choked breaths echoed around us. Conall gasped into our kiss before he broke away from me and grabbed the radio. He pushed down the transmitter button.
“Hi, Lorcan. Having fun?” His tongue slid across his bottom lip as he leered at me, desire blazing in his eyes. “How are you feeling on thislovelysunny day?”
A breathy, desperate moan escaped Lorcan. “Please.”
“Please what?” Conall’s voice deepened and a sharpness knifed its way through his words. “You think you have the right to beg? After what you did? As you rot under our feet, no one will remember you. Our men will whisper warnings about a nameless cowardly advisor, a slimy little snake squashed under Sloan’s boot. They’ll tell stories at the pub of their boss. Of his power. His victory. While your death will be exactly like your life. Pathetic and meaningless. You. Are. Nothing.”
I’d never seen this side of Conall, and bloodlust did something to me. My cock hardened against his and heat blanketed my insides. He was pleasantly evil, an edge of danger that teased each word like a promise. He enjoyed every secondof listening to Lorcan die. Conall had seen me kill, but he’d never quite reveled in it likethis.
“Don’t mess with our family.” Conall slammed the radio down on the table, keeping it on so we could continue listening to Lorcan’s begging and gasps.
He settled back onto my lap and opened his mouth, giving me permission to feed him. Grinning, I continued to slip food into his mouth, and he did the same in return, serving me fruit and spoonfuls of yogurt. Between bites, he kissed me, teasing me for what was to come. My perfect pet.
“Does listening to him choke turn you on?” I nudged my nose against his chin and spread kisses along his jaw, pausing to nibble the skin above his collar, adding to my physical ownership of him.
He brushed his lips over mine, tongue darting out to lick the corner of my mouth, catching a bit of yogurt I’d missed. “Listening to someone who hurt you die does. He deserves all the pain.” He rolled his hips forward, his cock dragging against mine. “Please let me have my protein now. I want to suck your dick.”
I nodded, giving him all the permission he needed, and his eyes lit up with excitement as he carefully slid down to his knees in front of me, settling between my spread thighs. He smoothed his hands over the bulge in my pants and ducked in to nuzzle with his nose. He inhaled as I brushed my hand through his long dark hair, tugging the strands out of the tie that held it in a bun. His strands cascaded around his shoulders, framing his angelic face and soft lips.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Pet.” I stroked down his cheek and across his brow. His eyelids fell shut as he leaned into my touch, a moan slipping out. “You’re not just my pet now, you’re my fiancé. And soon, my husband. You’re mine and you’ll never escape me.”
“I was yours the moment we met.” His tongue darted out to trace my bulge. “When you walked through the door of the Virtue, Boss, it was all over. Conall Morrissey didn’t exist. Only Conall Killough did.”
The words sent a sharp tingle of excitement shooting through me, landing in my balls.
Conall Killough. It fit him.
He grinned like he knew exactly what he’d done to me. He grasped the tab of my zipper between his teeth and dragged it down carefully, then reached up to pop the button of my pants. A breeze fluttered around us, the coolness dampened by the morning sun, and the sounds of Lorcan’s desperate gasps were in the air.
He pulled me out, my hard cock throbbing and ready for action, and licked his lips. “This is the only kind of breakfast I need.”
The moment he slipped the tip of my cock between his lips, pleasure burst inside me. I dropped my head back and swallowed, the warmth of his wet mouth all-encompassing and welcoming. There was no one who knew my body better than Conall, and he used his knowledge to his advantage. He traced the vein with his talented tongue and placed kisses on all the most sensitive spots, and then he took me to the back of his throat, sucking eagerly. The sounds he made were as sexy as what he was doing to my cock, and then if you added in the choking, dying noises coming from the radio, I was floating. Hunger swirled in my stomach and squeezed my chest.
Conall grabbed my thighs and dug his nails in, and even though I couldn’t feel them through my pants, his intentions were clear—I was his—especially with how he looked at me from beneath his lashes, eyes dark and meaningful.
He took me down to the hilt, his throat muscles working around my sensitive tip, and I clenched my teeth. From thecorner of my eye, I caught a couple of our men shifting on their feet, trying not to watch but lacking the willpower to look away. I didn’t blame them. My pet was beautiful on his knees, and he was talented with my cock. He knew how to make me come. I smirked. They’d never get a chance at him.
I carded my fingers through his hair and grabbed a handful, tugging, and another excited moan ripped from him. I rocked my hips forward until he was pressed into my groin, drilling my cock as far as I could go inside him. He gagged, his throat muscles working extra hard, but held still, which allowed me to take control. Spit dripped from the corners of his lips and his face reddened as he struggled for air.
“My pretty pet.” I stroked his cheek and over his forehead as he stared up at me, not pleading but determined. He wouldn’t pull away until I gave him permission. The sight made me cock twitch and balls draw closer to my body. I stiffened as I came, spilling cum down his throat.
He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he took everything I offered him like the good pet he was. When my balls were empty, I released my hold on him and he pulled away, falling on his arse. He gasped and sucked in air, chest heaving.
“What did you think of your meal, Pet?” I smirked.
