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“Please, Christian,” she breathed, her ruined dress falling to the ground. Her panties soon followed. “I need you inside me.”
It was all the encouragement I needed. I sank inside her soaked pussy, stretching her wide. Her head fell back against the door, banging it lightly.
“Fuck, that feels?—”
“So. Fucking. Good.” I punctuated each word with a thrust of my hips, driving deeper inside her with every stroke.
“Yes!”
Her legs wrapped snugly around my waist and I buried my face against her neck, inhaling her sweet scent while I pistoned in and out of her.
Her muscles clamped around me, milking me as she moaned my name. The sight of her flooded thick heat through my veins, curling down my spine and settling heavily in my cock. My blood began to pound in my ears.
I watched her eyes roll back, a pink flush warming her cheeks as she orgasmed, clenching around me. I lost all control, following right behind her and finding my own release.
For a long while, we panted, breathing heavily as we came down from the high. I ran my nose along her jawline, inhaling her scent like the worst kind of addict.
And the need to claim her again awoke my veins like an inferno.
Chapter Thirty
IVY
We heard the helicopter before we saw it.
“Ah, they’re here,” Basilio murmured, and Christian gave him a terse nod.
“This is sure to turn into a shit show,” Dante grumbled.
“Who’s here?” I asked, shielding my eyes from the sun.
“Come on, you’ll see.” Christian stood and offered me his hand. By the time we wandered over to the helipad, the chopper had touched down and a familiar figure emerged, closely followed by two more.
“Hey there, sis,” greeted Aemon.
The familiar Gaelic words slid down my spine and my hand slipped from my husband’s as I ran across the deck and into my brothers’ arms.
“Never expected such a warm welcome.” Bren and Caelan laughed. “Did you miss us?”
“Of course,” I said, happy tears stinging my eyes. “I always miss you.”
“You just don’t want to be holed up in Ireland,” Aemon remarked half-jokingly.
I rolled my eyes, not bothering to correct him. I loved Ireland, but they knew I thought it was suffocating.
“What brings you here?” I asked instead.
“Sofia Volkov has been spotted in Montenegro,” Bren explained, and my stomach knotted painfully. Sofia would remain a shameful secret until we laid her to rest, but first she had to pay for Athair’s death. And there was a part of me that wanted to learn more about my twin sisters—the piece of this nightmare puzzle that my brothers still didn’t think I knew about.
“It’s time we kill the bitch,” Caelan hissed, his eyes darting over my shoulder to Christian as he approached us. He must’ve hung back to let us catch up, but I could feel the weight of his stare on me now. “I still cannot believe your husband is related to that woman.”
Christian’s expression was unreadable. While he had strong feelings about his biological mother and stepmother, he remained unmoved about Sofia Volkov. Not surprising I guess, considering he never had the displeasure of meeting her.
“I can’t control my blood relations any more than you can,” Christian stated simply, watching my brothers with those inquisitive eyes that I had a feeling saw more than they should. “I’m sure your father has done a thing or two that you’re ashamed of.”
Bren’s gaze narrowed. “But our father wasn’t some psychotic bitch. There seems to be no shortage of those in your bloodline.”
“I certainly hope it’s not part of your DNA,” Caelan added, studying Christian as if he was some kind of test subject. A lesser man might’ve shriveled under his returning gaze, but my brother was either oblivious to it or flat-out ignored it as he nudged my brothers and said, “We have future nephews and nieces to consider, don’t we, gentlemen.”
