Page 3 of Scandalous Kingpin
“So feisty.” He let out a dark chuckle and circled my swollen clit with the pad of his middle finger, applying the perfect amount of pressure.
“Fuck,” I breathed, my hands curling into fists and my knuckles turning white.
His lips pressed against my ear, his hot breath doing things to me. “An angel with the mouth of a sinner. I like that.”
His lips skimmed down my neck, trailing a burning path over my sensitive skin as he dipped his hand further into my panties, pulling them down. Then he knocked my legs wider apart as he slid a finger inside me, easing in and out.
I bit my lip to stop from moaning or begging him for more. My hands flew to his hair, scraping my nails over his scalp. For a moment he stiffened, but I was too far gone to take note.
“Oh, fuck…” I moaned, gripping his short blond strands. “If you stop, I swear I’m going to murder you.”
He groaned low in his throat, adding another finger, then resumed thrusting his fingers, my slick pussy dripping, coating my inner thighs. He nipped my neck and heat erupted inside of me, liquefying in my veins.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he growled. “You’re not a virgin, are you?”
A wave of nervousness rushed in. I didn’t want him to stop, and I definitely didn’t want to be honest.
“You wish,” I whimpered.
“Actually I don’t.”
There was a harsh edge to his voice, but there was so much lust in my veins I couldn’t read between the lines. I rolled my hips, rubbing myself against him as he drove his fingers deeper, hitting my G-spot.
“Holy mother of fucking God.” I clung to him, the sound of my arousal as he worked them in and out of me somehow audible over the din of the nightclub.
He lifted his head. A storm brewed behind his eyes, making me think he was about to stop. His lips curled into an arrogant, harsh smile. “I promise you, angel, God has nothing to do with this. By the time I’m done with you, we’ll both get our salvation.”
I found his words strange, but before I could ponder on it, he fell to his knees and dipped his head between my legs, licking me from my entrance to my clit. His growl of satisfaction shot straight up my spine and he ran a rough hand down my leg, hooking my thigh over his shoulder.
The move was obscene—him kneeling in front of me like I was a goddess and not a total stranger, the heady anticipation of being discovered here… It was all too much.
I ran my fingers through his hair and he pushed his tongue inside me.In and out. In and out.My back arched off the wall and my eyes rolled back in my head. He worked me like he’d known me for years.
I moved my hips as the familiar wave built, the pleasure rolling through my core. He nipped at my clit, then smacked me between the legs, and something dark crawled up from deep inside me. A fierce passion that had never reared its head before.
His blue gaze hooked on mine as he sucked at my clit, still throbbing deliciously, and the pressure finally exploded. I came so hard my ears rang, pulling all other sounds of the club underwater.
I closed my eyes, struggling to catch my breath as a languid sensation tugged on my muscles. My thighs trembled, and a peace unlike any I’d felt before washed over me.
He spoke, but the words didn’t register. My eyes fluttered open to find him still on his knees, his eyes on me. My thighs were still trembling when the DJ stopped the music and spoke into the mic, piercing through the fog of pleasure.
“Will the owner of the red Jeep Wrangler please move their vehicle?”
I gasped, my hand coming up to cover my mouth. I turned on my heel and bolted away. I’d hear the rough chuckle that followed me for many months to come.
Chapter One
IVY
My athair’s funeral came on a cold February day with a promise that things would never be the same. Athair—Fatherin Gaelic—had kept secrets, we all knew it, but some were inexcusable, even for him.
Such as his mysterious meetings with Sofia Volkov, a woman I’d met once years ago and who was now enemy number one among most criminal organizations.
How could he have left me with this mess?
All things considered, it was a beautiful day. Sunlight splayed onto the estate’s immaculate grounds, where men in black suits guided women in black dresses and heels through to the burial spot. The Irish mafia and the kingpins had come to pay their respects as the cold winter air swept through Ireland, the frozen ground welcoming my athair’s coffin as it lowered to join my mother’s.
The black veil danced around my face while my brothers crowded me. Ever since Athair’s death, they’d been even more protective than usual, almost like they were waiting for me tocollapse in my grief. But, strange as it sounded, I felt nothing but numbness as I watched the coffin disappear.
