Page 67 of Legacy Of Ashes
I work him with my mouth, using my tongue the way I know drives him insane. His hips jerk forward, pushing deeper down my throat. I let him, loving the way he loses control when I'm on my knees for him.
"Stop," he gasps, pulling me up by my hair. "I need to be inside you. Now."
He spins me around, bending me over the desk. Papers scatter as he yanks my skirt up, his fingers finding the edge of my stockings. I'm not wearing anything underneath—haven't been all day, knowing this moment would come.
"Christ, you're soaked," he growls, his fingers sliding through my wetness.
"For you. Only ever for you."
He pushes two fingers inside me, making me cry out. I'm already close, wound tight from watching him watch me destroy our enemies.
"Please," I beg, pushing back against his hand.
He withdraws his fingers and replaces them with the head of his cock, teasing my entrance. "Beg me properly."
"Fuck me, Conall. Hard. Make me yours again."
He slams into me with one brutal thrust, and we both cry out. This is what we are—raw need and brutal honesty, power and submission dancing together until we can't tell where one ends and the other begins.
"Mine," he pounds into me, each word punctuated by another thrust that makes the desk shake. "My woman. My equal. My future."
"Yours," I gasp, my fingers gripping the edge of the desk as he fucks me relentlessly. "All of it. Everything."
His hand slides around to find my clit, rubbing circles that make me see stars. I'm so close, teetering on the edge of an orgasm that will shatter me completely.
"Come for me," he commands, his voice rough with his own approaching climax. "Come on my cock like the good girl you are."
The words send me over. I scream his name as I come, my body clenching around him so hard he can barely move. He follows seconds later, spilling himself deep inside me with a groan that comes from his soul.
We stay connected, breathing hard against each other as reality slowly returns. Outside the windows, Boston glitters in the darkness—a city we're about to reshape, an empire we're building together.
"What happens now?" I ask, still bent over the desk with him pressed against my back.
"Now we rule." His lips brush my neck. "Together."
"And if someone challenges us?"
His laugh is dark and dangerous. "Then we remind them why the Kavanagh name means fear."
I turn in his arms, meeting his eyes. "I love you."
"And I love you." He cups my face with surprisingly gentle hands. "My partner in everything."
The intercom buzzes. "Ms. Kavanagh? The resignation letters just arrived."
"Good." I straighten my clothes, switching back to business mode. "File them. And call the FBI. It's time to make some deals."
As Conall adjusts his tie, I catch our reflection in the office window. We look like what we are—two people who've claimed their throne and will defend it with everything they have.
The old empire is dead. Long live the new one.
And anyone who tries to take it from us will learn exactly what happens when you threaten a Kavanagh woman and the man she loves.
Game over.
We win.
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