Page 12 of The Boss
The mirror on the ceiling above the bed caught Conall’s attention and he frowned at it.
“Have you ever had a mirror above your bed?” Killough’s smirk irritated him.
“I don’t need one. I know how well I fuck.” He shrugged, but he felt vulnerable under Killough’s scrutiny.
“How well do you get fucked, pet?”
Conall’s gaze narrowed. “I don’t get fucked.”
Killough stepped closer, and Conall forced himself not to suck in a breath of anticipation. His proximity made Conall’s skin tingle, but he blamed the air conditioner for that. Killough touched his chin, his thumb stroking along his jaw. “That’s about to change.”
“Your cock is not going near my hole.”
Killough laughed. “Just like my cock wasn’t going near your mouth. You’re so beautiful, do you know that? Your body was made for me.”
Goose bumps rose on his arms, but he refused to look away or acknowledge the rush of excitement at those words. For a brief moment, he let himself wonder what it would feel like to take Killough inside of him, but he quickly pushed aside the thought. He’d go to hell and back before he let that happen, no matter what Terrance or anyone else said.
“How many pets have you had?”
The question made Killough pause. He pursed his lips, long enough that Conall could see he didn’t like being asked about his previous pets, but the smirk quickly returned. “That doesn’t matter. You’re mine now.”
“I just want to know how long your other pets lasted before you threw them away. I have things to do.” Conall knocked Killough’s hand away from his face and crossed his arms. “If you didn’t notice, I’m one of the people who run the Exotic Virtue.”
“You don’t need to worry about that, I’ve already sent a friend tohelpyour brother.”
A lump of fear formed in Conall’s throat. The sinister words and the way Killough said them made his blood freeze. “Help? If you’re going to hurt my brother—”
“For what?” Killough’s icy blue eyes felt like they were burning a hole through him. They sent a shiver down his spine. “Why would I need to hurt your brother, pet?”
“I don’t know.”
“You have no trust in me, do you?”
“I know the way mobs work,” Conall spat. “I know the wayyouwork. I’ve heard the stories.”
Killough sighed. “I only hurt people who betray me. Has your brother done that?”
“No.” He swallowed around the lump in his throat and straightened, raising his chin. “We’ve been nothing but loyal to you.”
“Then he won’t have a problem.” He shifted closer, his hand touching the side of Conall’s neck. His fingers caressed the skin there, creating electric tingles of pleasure that shot through Conall. What was it about Killough that made his body react like this? “I’ll be keeping you for a long time, pet. You’re what I’ve been searching for.”
“You don’t know me.” Conall raised his chin and stared up at Killough, challenging him.
“No, but I trust my stomach, and it was lust at first sight with you.” Killough leaned down and pressed a kiss to the corner of Conall’s lips.
Conall stilled, making sure he didn’t react to it. He could have stepped back, maybe even punched him, but he didn’t want to piss off a mob boss, or at least that’s what he told himself. In truth, there was something deliciously sexy about having Killough’s lips touch his skin.
Killough’s mouth moved along his jaw, gentle butterfly kisses eliciting goose bumps along Conall’s skin.
A knock on the door startled Conall and he jumped back, away from Killough. It was the reminder he needed that he still had cum drying in his pants; the pull of it on his thigh hairs hurt like a bitch.
Killough chuckled and ordered whoever was on the other side of the door to come in. The young servant woman from before sauntered in with another bow.
“Excuse my interruption, sir, but you’re needed in your office.”
“What for, Esmerelda?” he asked, not tearing his eyes away from Conall.
“Your nephew has brought a Mr. Jones in.”
