Page 94 of Stolen Rebel

“I have news.” He flops into the chair opposite Patrick’s desk, his expression as smug as smug can get.

“Go on,” Patrick says.

“Murray’s insurance policy is gone. Wiped. Finitoed.” He brushes his palms against each other, then blows on his fingertips and scrapes them on his chest.

“How?” I’m once again amazed at my brother’s tech wizardry. Most of it goes over my head.

“I’m a fucking genius, that’s how. Murray was using a standard Garda-issued backup drive with a remote-wipe trigger. I intercepted the uplink. He thinks he’s holding a detonator, but I’ve turned it into a paperweight. He has nothing on us anymore.”

I don’t even pretend to understand any of the jargon, but the last sentence says all I need to know.

“Even more reason to grab him. I’ll go get Rowan to send him a text. Time’s up for that fucker.”

The sound of running water greets me when I open the door to my bedroom. I enter the bathroom. The shower stall is steamed up, but not enough that I can’t see the outline of Rowan’s body, water glistening off her body as she soaps herself up. She hasn’t heard me.

Fuck it. Murray can wait another five minutes.

I strip off and slip inside the shower, sliding my hands around her waist. She squeals, then relaxes into me.

“You scared me.”

“You should be scared.” I slide two fingers inside her. “I’m going to fucking wreck you.”

“You already did last night.”

I still my hand. “You sore?”

“A little.”

“Want me to stop?”

She shifts her arse, grinding against my dick. “No.”

I thumb her clit, rubbing in tiny circles. She whimpers, head thrown back against my shoulder. “So good.”

Sliding my palm over her ribs, her breasts, I cup her throat and tighten my grip. Her lusty groan echoes through my chest. “You like that?” She used to love me fucking her with my hand around her throat, but people’s desires can change.

“Tighter.”

Seemingly not hers. I do as she asks, pressing lightly on the sides of her throat. Not enough to cause her discomfort, but the right amount to force those garbled sounds from her.

Our first time since we reconnected was borne from five years of agony, false betrayal, and pain. So much pain. Last night was all about rediscovering each other. This… this is pure lust.

I brace both hands on her hips, lift her a few inches, and drive home. “Hands on the wall.” When I’m seated inside her, I resume my previous hand positions. One on her throat, the other playing with her clit.

“God. Christ.” She circles her hips, clenching around my dick. “Harder.”

I burrow deeper inside her, my thrusts slow, controlled. Until they’re not. My balls tighten, heat at the base of my spine spreading out until my body feels as though I’ve been set on fire. “Fuck. Close.”

“Me, too. So good. So fucking good. Don’t stop.”

I speed up thumbing her clit. I can’t hang on much longer. “Shit, hurry. Fuck.”

“I’m there. Right fucking… argh.” Her muscles ripple along the length of my dick.

I explode, coming, coming, filling her, claiming her.

“Mine,” I growl in her ear. “Say it, Rebel.”