Page 105 of Mob Star

“Who’s in control?”

“You, Daddy.”

“Does that mean I’m going to take care of you, cailín?”

“Always, Daddy.”

“Who gets all my cum in her cunt?”

“I do, Daddy.”

“Why?”

“Because you care about me.”

“It’s more than that. Why?”

“Because you like me.”

“More than that. Why?”

What more is there to say short of saying he loves me?

“Why, Thea? Answer me.” He spanks me again.

“I don’t know, Daddy.”

He gets me back on my feet before lifting me to wrap my arms and legs around him.

“Daddy.” It’s a hissing whisper as he slides into me.

“I know, mo ghrá.”

“What does that mean?”

“My love.”

I stare at him for a moment before I tighten my whole body around him. Is he saying…?

“Thea, I love you. I will always take care of you the best I can. I will always do everything in my power to give you what you need. Tonight, you need the reassurance everything will be okay. That you can trust me to only take you somewhere I control who’s around you. That you will only be around people who’ll accept that your family connections are older than you are. You’re letting me control how we make love because you trust that I’ll know what you want and give it to you. I’ll always do that. Until my last breath.”

“I love you, Finn. You understand me in a way no one else does. You get what I need and want without me saying a word. You’re hilarious, but you’re also silent strength when I need it. My feelings for you are so vastly different from any I’ve had before. I’ve been infatuated, and you know I loved my college boyfriend and the one in med school. This doesn’t feel like any of that, so I can only attribute it to a deep and lasting love. I want you to know I will give you everything you need and do my damnedest to give you what you want.”

“You already do. You are my refuge. You’re who I turn to now. Even when I can’t tell you things, you’re still who I turn to. You’re who I want to be with when things are great, and when things are shitty. I haven’t told you about other stuff going on separate from your uncle. I can’t, and I won’t. But you have helped me immeasurably just knowing I’m coming home to you, or I’m walking out of my office to you. There are two absolute certainties in my life. I can never change being a mobster, and I will never change loving you.”

“There’s a third one. Family. We are each other’s, but now we both have twice the family we did before we met.”

He carries me to the bedside table as though I weigh nothing. That is not the case. I’ve been called thick more than once in my life. But he told me about carrying Cormac up the stairs when his cousin had a concussion a few months ago. He couldn’t let Cormac’s head bounce around like it would if Finn had fireman carried him. Nope. He said he carried his heavy-arse— his words, not mine —cousin across the threshold like a bride.

He grabs the smooth paddle and walks to where he can see us in the mirror. I can’t. I see the wall behind our bed. He’s gotten me used to calling everything in the condo ours. He’s even gotten me used to calling all the cars ours. And yes, all. He has four. He has a Wrangler he takes off roading like a little toy Tonka. He has a pickup truck from when he was just out of college and worked construction for Donovan while going to grad school at night. He has a Jaguar convertible. And he has an electric car that I’ve never heard of. It looks like a prototype that only he has because he’s richer than the Vatican.

I drive a Beamer, so it’s not some old clunker. But it hardly lives up to his cars. He says I’m wiser than him since— except for the electric car —I picked a far more practical car that’s the most fuel efficient of ours.

I’m unprepared for the paddle to land against my ass. I jerk up as my thighs squeeze his ribs. With the arm wrapped around me, he presses me back down his dick. I don’t stifle my moan. I knew the spank was coming, I just didn’t know it was coming right that moment. None of the spanks are punishment. They’re purely for pleasure.

“Count them and say thank you.”

“One. Thank you, Daddy.”

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