Page 68 of The DeLuca Crime Family: Vol. 1

Seizing her hips, I drove into her over and over. The only sounds in the room were that of our skin slapping together and the suction of my cock as her pussy welcomed each thrust.

“Your pussy feels so good gripping my cock, kitten. Milk it, work my dick with your sweet little pussy.”

She was crying out every time I bottomed out, and I was growing closer and closer to coming. One of my hands went to her pussy, locating her clit and pressing down. She screamed and shattered in seconds. The feeling of her walls clampingdown on me pushed me over with her. “Fuck, yes!” I roared. After emptying inside her, my dick was still rock hard.

I thrust in over and over, not slowing my pace until I’d driven us both over the edge again, spiraling into another screaming orgasm.

Finally softening, I rested my palms on her shoulders and lifted her so her back was against my chest. “I love you, Carly. I can’t fucking wait to marry you,” I whispered.

Chapter Fourteen

CARLY

“Ilove you, too, my hubby-to-be,” I sighed, enjoying the feel of his arms wrapped around me. Things had been too hectic this week for me to get much time with my man. I couldn’t recall the last time I’d felt quite so relaxed—until it hit me.

“Ohmigod! I cannot believe you just fucked me on my desk. In my office. Right before we’re meeting with the guys. In here!”

His dick slid out of me as I squirmed out of his arms to turn and glare up at him. I got distracted watching him pull his jeans up his legs and tuck himself back into them, before buttoning up. Then the infuriating man had the gall to wink at me with a smug grin on his face. “There’s the kitten I know and love. Hissing and showing her claws. If you aren’t careful, then I’m just gonna have to bend you back over your desk and eat your pussy until you scream. I’ll make sure it’s loud enough that every man walking into this building will hear you and know damn well who you belong to.”

My eyes just about crossed in anger. Or lust. It was one or the other.

“Enough!” I groaned. “I’ve already got your come sliding down my leg and you’re just making me wetter. I don’t even have time to clean up before they get here, dammit!”

His eyes flashed, burning with a gleam of male satisfaction before he dropped his gaze to my thighs. “Here, I’ll help you.”

I stood there, dazed when he ran his palm up my inner thighs to cup me. The heel of his hand rubbed against my clit as he dipped his finger inside and gathered more of our combined come to spread it over my bare skin. He smeared it in, like lotion scented with his essence. Marking me.

“Your idea of help and mine seem to differ a little,” I breathed out, widening my stance to give him better access.

“I thought you liked it when I get you dirty?” he asked, flashing me a smug grin.

My legs were still sticky as he slid my jeans up. I batted his hand away when he went to help me with the zipper, opting to do it myself instead. He’d missed what I was carrying in my front pocket when he’d pulled them down, but I didn’t want to risk him finding it now that the haze of lust had cleared. Not after I’d gone to the trouble of having Tommy pick it up and bring it into my office for me so Brandon wouldn’t see the package and get all nosy. I wanted to surprise him, along with everyone else, and make the most of the moment. I hadn’t decided exactly when I was going to show him, but I had no doubt that I’d know when the time was right.

“You have no idea how much of a fucking turn-on it is to know you’re going to have my come all over your pussy and thighs during this meeting.”

“Like this doesn’t already mark me as yours.” I waived my hand at him, enjoying the gleam of the emerald in the light.

“You’re so damn gorgeous, tattooing my name across your forehead wouldn’t be enough to warn off all the guys who would die to take my place.”

“You’re crazy,” I giggled.

“Crazy for you, maybe.”

My laughter dried up at the sound of male voices outside my door. Straightening my shirt, I took a deep breath and gave Brandon a quick hug. “You’re sure this is what you want? Because after this meeting, there’s no changing your mind. Not without putting both of us at risk. Or more danger than we’ll already be in.”

I snapped my mouth shut when I realized I was babbling, my cheeks heating with a tinge of self-consciousness at the indulgent humor in Brandon’s eyes. “Yeah, kitten. I’m sure.”

“Well then, I guess it’s time to get down to business.”

“Try not to be so damn cute while you’re doing it.”

I straightened my spine and let all the warmth seep from my face. “I’ll try, but we both know it might be impossible.”

His dark chuckle rang in my ears as I unlocked the door and let the guys in. Tommy walked in first, his green eyes quickly swept me from head to toe before he turned to glare at Brandon. “Possessive bastard,” he grumbled quietly. “Don’t you think it would have been wiser to wait until after this damn meeting?”

Brandon shrugged his shoulders, looking completely relaxed with his hip resting against the side of my desk. He didn’t respond, his attention turning to the three men who followed behind Tommy. Aiden and Ewan Walsh dropped onto the chairs in the corner of the room, long legs stretched in front of them as they eyed Brandon up and down. The brothers were sons of my da’s best friend, boys I’d known growing up. Ones who’d risen quickly because of their father’s connection to the family, but Tommy had assured me they’d been unhappy working for my da. They’d been two of the first to offer me their condolences at his funeral and had also been quick to share a shot with me at his wake.

I figured getting the Walsh brothers behind my plans wasn’t going to be too difficult. The fourth man to enter the room was a different story, though. Conor Murphy was older than my da and had been a loyal member of the O’Reilly organization since he was a teenager. He was old school, and I was going to hit him with changes he was bound to resist. Lots of them. But he was well respected among the men, and his support could be the difference between a smooth transition and a struggle for control that could result in a blood-bath.

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