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I’ve never done this. I probably don’t know what the hell I’m doing. I worry that I’m terrible, that he’s going to roll his eyes and push me away when I start to clumsily suck him. But he gives a bone-deep groan, gripping the back of my head with his free hand. His chest heaving above me, he starts fucking into my mouth fully hard, like stone made living flesh.

“I’ve imagined being in your mouth so many times,” he admits between panted breaths. “Never thought you’d do it willingly. Always thought I’d have to pin you down and fuck your throat without permission.”

My pussy clenches at that image. I wonder why he hasn’t tried.

On an especially urgent thrust, my teeth make contact with his flesh, and there I have my answer. It’s not like I haven’t bitten him before. That kiss in the club. I made him bleed.

“Touch yourself.”

I moan around his dick at the harsh command. I slide my hand beneath my sweatpants rubbing my clit fast and hard.

“Good,” he groans, massaging my scalp. “I want you dripping. I want you so fucking messy for me, Valentina.”

I think I already am. Moisture soaks my panties, dampening my fingers through the fabric. I’m going to come already. Somehow, he must sense it. Because he immediately growls, “Not yet,” then fists my hair and pulls my head away.

I cry out at the mingling pain and pleasure, the sharpness at my scalp. He lets go of my hair just long enough to strip me of my clothing. Hoodie, bra, panties and sweatpants get discarded in a heap.

And then he’s standing over me, shoving me by the shoulders until I’m pitched backwards onto the bed. Darragh grabs my legs and hauls me closer to him, so my ass is right at the edge of the mattress. It’s a high bed. Even with Darragh standing up on those long legs, he doesn’t have to bend awkwardly. As easily as breathing, as automatic as a heartbeat, his cock finds my entrance and plunges inside. Plunges home.

My back bows right off the bed as he fills me completely. He’s in me to the hilt on his first thrust, and I am broken. I am whole. I am everything and nothing.

Nothing but his.

Even if I never wanted to be. Even if I fought him every step of the way.

That agonizing truth erupts over me as I climax on Darragh’s bare cock. His rhythm hitches in response. So does his breath. And then he’s driving harder, spreading my thighs wider as he leans over me, bracketing my head with his forearms.

He presses his forehead to mine when he comes.

And I dig my nails into his back.

Chapter 20

Darragh

I rise early the next morning, leaving Valentina sleeping in my bed. I shower and get dressed in jeans and a long-sleeve black shirt. Then I put my leather jacket on top.

And beneath the jacket I put my gun.

When I return to the bed, my sleepy little pet doesn’t appear to have stirred at all. She’s just where I left her, dark locks of her wavy hair spread like strands of seaweed across the pillows. It still feels unfair, even after all this time, how perfect her fucking face is.

In another life, in another time or version of myself, I might have taken pleasure in ruining that face. Breaking it. Scarring it.

But here, now, all I can do is watch in worshipful fucking resentment as the morning light bathes each feature, like even the sun is her own personal attendant.

I will never fucking forget what it was like to have it rain every damn day in Dublin until the morning she stepped foot off that plane.

I could just let her sleep. Pretend we’re not in Toronto for any reason in particular. Keep her sleepy and cozy and well-fucked, tucked up in my bed, exactly the way she made me promise that I wouldn’t.

I toss my phone onto the pillow beside her. The bouncing weight of it makes her frown in her sleep.

“It’s time to wake up,” I tell her. “And call your mammy.”

She groans and looks like she might ignore me. Until my words fully sink in, bringing reality with them.

With a strangled sound, she opens her eyes and grabs the phone. Then she pauses, her eyes seeking me out, like she thinks this is some kind of trap.

“Go ahead,” I tell her. I touch my phone to unlock it with my fingerprint. “It’s all yours.”

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