Page 56 of Dublin Beast

My hips rock, the flick and swirl of his tongue drawing out a decadent need in me. A greedy thrum builds deep in my core, my pussy aching.

I let the keening build and shut out the world.

Bryan Quinn is a dangerous man, and this is probably a bad idea, but sometimes a girl needs a really bad boy for a great afternoon.

I cry out as he grips the rounds of my ass and pulls me to sit heavier. I’ll likely end up with his fingerprints bruised in the flesh of my ass, but I don’t care. He’s eating me like he’s starving and I’m his personal buffet.

The subtle tremble in my legs grows stronger and I let out a groan. “God, that’s so good.”

He chuckles against my core. “My twin would tell you not to inflate my ego. I’m not a god, trouble, but you can call me one if you like.”

I roll my eyes. I’d come back at him with some sassy quip if he wasn’t taking me to a place I’m not sure any man has taken me to before.

I let out another moan as my climax builds and he grips me tighter. “I believe ye promised to glaze me like a donut, luv. I’ll just let ye know, I’m ready and waitin’.”

It’s all too much. My body shatters as my inner muscles clench and release, greedily throbbing, making me even more hungry to be filled by him.

I want him.

I ache for him.

He sweeps his tongue through my folds, the roughness of his stubbled chin rubbing me as he devours the last waves of my orgasm.

The muscles in my legs are quaking as I pitch forward and roll onto my side.

He crawls up the mattress, grabs his phone off of the side table, and rolls onto his back. After taking a quick selfie, he wipes his massive hand over his glistening mouth and chin. “Och, I like this donut game. Although, I reckon we can do even better with a bit more practice.”

CHAPTERFIFTEEN

Bryan

The vehicle weaves along the narrow country road as Kieran drives us back to the area of the Sentinel farmhouse. The dusky sky is almost to full dark, the moon making periodic appearances from behind the cover of clouds above.

In just afew more minutes, we’ll park and send the drone up to get our answers.

I’m coming for you, bitch.

I cast a sideways glance and wish we had everything we need to end this tonight. “When will your guy have the firepower we need to take this place down?”

“He said tomorrow afternoon at the latest.”

Good.Then we’ll be back here doing the same thing tomorrow night. That means spending another day in the hotel waiting for nightfall.

Not that spending a day in the hotel was a hardship…

“Jesus Christ, man. Wipe that stupid grin off your face and lock in. That girl is distracting you.”

I scowl. “Fuck you. Siobhan killed Da, betrayed Tag and Aiden, and plans to fuck over my entire family. Don’t question my focus. I want that bitch dead. The need for it burns like bile at the back of my throat.”

“Aye, I don’t question your commitment to the task—it’s your attention I’m talking about. That girl’s got you all spun up. You’re going to get one of us killed.”

“That’s fucking ridiculous.”

He scoffs and pulls to the side, parking where the one lane road offers a spot to pass. “Not two minutes ago, you were grinning like a teenaged eejit that just got his rocks polished for the first time.”

“And is there a fucking law against being in a good mood? Brendon has an idiotic grin on his face more often than not—and since Nora, it’s constant.”

Kieran shuts off the SUV and pushes his door open. “Aye, that’s true enough, but that’s normal for your twin, is it not?”

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