Page 68 of Mob Star

Now it’s my turn to harden my gaze and clench my jaw. I take a deep inhale, hoping it’ll calm me. It doesn’t. “He called me a Sweet Butt, didn’t he? He made sure I heard that name all the fucking time.”

Finn hesitates, and I can guess what he’s debating.

“No, they didn’t pass me around. No, I didn’t whore myself out to Corey’s men. I wasn’t a stripper, and I never lived at their clubhouse. I didn’t even hang out there. I wasn’t a lay, either. I didn’t have quickies with the men.”

“Thea, I didn’t think that. That wasn’t what I was going to ask.”

“Really?”

“Really. I was going to ask if anyone forced you.”

“Oh.” I open my mouth to say something— what, I don’t know, so I shake my head.

“Help me understand. I came straight here because I’m scared someone’s going to hurt you. I didn’t want to make you miserable for the next two days if we can’t talk this out right now. But I need to know if there’s a threat besides Corey.”

“Only if Corey orders it.”

Fucking hell. I feel my pager buzz.

“Do you have to go?”

“Yeah. It’s urgent too. Finn, I’ll do what I can to get out of the rest of my shift. I promise, I will tell you absolutely everything. But I have to go.”

We stand, and he gives me a quick hard kiss, then I’m dashing back inside. I’m focused on the newborn in distress, but the moment she’s stable enough to get to the NICU, my mind is on Finn again.

This is going to be the end.

That was the longest forty-four hours yet. I couldn’t switch with anyone, and I’m glad I didn’t. I can’t keep doing it, and who knows? The day I switch for might have something even worse happen, then I really wouldn’t be able to get out. Ted’s waiting for me in the lounge just outside the unit’s security doors. Fallon was here yesterday.

“Dr. Gallagher, am I taking you home?”

“You can call me Althea or Ally.”

The look he shoots me tells me that’s never happening. Is it protocol for all women, or is it Finn would kill him for being too familiar? I don’t know. I’m too tired to think straight.

“She’s coming home with me. Take the night off, Ted. Thanks for protecting Thea.”

I spin around when I hear the first word. Finn’s waiting by the elevators. Even though Ted’s right there, I sag into Finn’s embrace the moment the doors shut. I close my eyes and let him hold me up. Between the emergencies and my fear about this inevitable conversation, I could fall asleep on my feet.

There’s a town car waiting in the basement parking garage. I don’t know the guy who gets out and opens the door for me. Finn slides next to me. The moment the door shuts, I’m pushing my pants down, and he’s pulling them off my legs. Then he’s fumbling to get his trousers unfastened. I’m taking his cock into me the moment he frees it from his boxer briefs.

“Daddy.” It comes out choked as I struggle not to cry.

“Nothing you tell me is going to push me away.”

“Yes, it will.”

His tone changes, and it sends a shiver through me. “I have my cock inside your cunt. I’m going to fill it with my cum. I’m going to carry you inside my building and into my bedroom, so not a bit drips out of you. I’m going to lay you on the bed and fuck you hard enough that you’ll probably safe word. You are mine. Unless you tell me this is over, you remain mine.”

I kiss along his neck. “But are you going to stay mine?”

I can’t stop the tears that fall. I don’t want to cry. I shouldn’t be. But the whirlwind that’s torn through me since Finn woke me has my emotions flying all over the place. His fingers bite into my hips. He yanks me closer.

“Take that fecking shirt off and get your bra off before I burn it. Now, Thea.”

To anyone else, he’d sound like a controlling asshole. To me, I want to come just listening to him. I whip the shirt over my head but struggle with my bra clasp. I’m all fingers and thumbs. But I get it off. He pinches my nipples so hard I shriek. He latches onto my right one and bites. Not enough to break the skin or anything, but enough to shoot pain through my chest. His hand rains down a hard spank on my ass, jerking me forward on his dick. My clit rubs against his pubic bone, and I don’t stifle my moan.

“That’s right, cailín. I know what you like and what you need. You like the pain because it matches your mood without you thinking about what terrifies you. It reminds you I’m in control.”

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