Page 206 of Sins of Arrogance

“So, in­ter­ro­gate him be­fore you kill him.” Un­less I’m miss­ing some­thing, that seems like the ob­vi­ous so­lu­tion.

“In­ter­ro­ga­tion will lengthen the amount of time I have to be away from you and Fitz.”

Warmth suf­fuses my heart. This man.

My so­ciopath.

“We’ll go with you.” I nes­tle closer to my hus­band’s warm body. “A trip for Fitz to meet the rest of your fam­ily and us to of­fer con­do­lences on the Kelly’s loss of Dier­dre will be a good cover for you be­ing in Dublin.”

Mick sits up and pulls me with him, right into his lap.

His green gaze bores into mine. “You’re okay with that?”

“I don’t like be­ing away from you any­more than you like be­ing away from me. From now on, Fitz and I travel with you.”

“When it’s safe,” Mick tem­po­rizes.

I smile at him with all the con­fi­dence I feel in mo di­a­b­hal’s strength. “You’ll keep us safe wher­ever we are.”

“I will.” He agrees. “But I won’t know­ingly take you into sit­u­a­tions that carry un­ac­cept­able lev­els of risk.”

“Okay.” We’ll dis­cuss what an un­ac­cept­able level is later.

“I’ll have to em­ploy drugs for the in­ter­ro­ga­tion like I did with Dier­dre. He can’t die while we’re in Dublin.”

“You sound dis­ap­pointed you can’t tor­ture him,” I tease.

Mick shrugs. “If he wasn’t the in­sti­ga­tor of Dier­dre’s plan to get rid of you, he ap­proved of it.”

And that puts an even big­ger bulls­eye on the man than his plans to kill Mick’s fa­ther.

“Some­one had to feed Dier­dre’s delu­sional be­liefs,” I say in agree­ment. “My guess is it’s her brother, and he has his own rea­sons for do­ing so.”

Maybe to desta­bi­lize the Shaugh­nessy mob. To what end I don’t know and re­ally don’t care. De­spite be­ing part of an ally mob, he’s our en­emy and that’s all that mat­ters.

“Any­one who is a threat to you or Fitz has to die,” Mick says im­pla­ca­bly, echo­ing the tone of my thoughts.

“Agreed, but the same goes for you.” I grab his face and stare right into the fath­om­less depths of his eyes. “No one is tak­ing my so­ciopath away from me. If there is a mon­ster in­side you, it’s a gar­goyle. Stony and silent un­til it comes to life to pro­tect the peo­ple who mat­ter to you.”

Mick slams his mouth against mine with a re­newed pas­sion that at first star­tles and then con­sumes me. Our hands are ev­ery­where on each other, and I shift so I’m strad­dling his lap.

I plea­sure us both rub­bing my sen­si­tized and swollen clit against his steel hard erec­tion. And he lets me, mak­ing no move to take over.

My ovaries are ex­plod­ing at the power this preda­tor al­lows me to have over him.

It stuns me how nat­u­ral this feels now. How pow­er­ful. The first time I did this, I was ten­ta­tive. Shy.

I feel any­thing but shy right now. I feel like the mob queen I am.

Break­ing the kiss, I meet emer­ald eyes glit­ter­ing with lust, I take his hardon in my hand, an­tic­i­pa­tion thrum­ming in my core.

His grips my hips, fin­gers dig­ging in. “Look at you. Feckin’ hell, you’re breath­tak­ing.”

I glory in his words and how tight his grip is on me. Like he’s afraid to ever let me go.

Shift­ing up­ward, I let the head of his pe­nis press against my open­ing and then sink down onto him. My body is ready for him, al­ready slick and stretched for his girth from ear­lier.

Not that I don’t feel the stretch now.