Page 27 of The Boss
Sloan agreed. Everything about his pet set him alight, his nerves buzzing under his skin as the ecstasy elicited goose bumps. “Tell me what you want, pet,” he whispered hotly in Conall’s ear.
Conall breathed out, his breaths coming out as pants. “Move. Fucking move.”
Sloan might have reprimanded him on the language, but he couldn’t when he was flying high in lust and passion. Instead, he did as Conall wanted. His pace started slowly, with shallow fucks into Conall’s arse, but they quickly became deeper and longer thrusts that made his balls slap hard against his pet’s skin. Their base was brutal, their fucking animalistic and wild.
Conall grappled at his lips as though trying to suck Sloan’s soul out through his mouth, his fingernails biting into Sloan’s back as he whimpered and groaned and begged. He never expected his pet to fall into it so fast, but apparently a cock was all Conall needed before he became a begging mess.
Sloan’s balls drew tighter, and he reached between them, clasping Conall’s cock for the first time. It was thick, large, although not as long as his, and impressive enough that he could see why the whore had been interested in it. Jerking it off in time with his thrusts, soon Conall was squeezing around him, his whimpering becoming more erratic and louder until cum shot from his slit, covering their stomachs.
Sloan wasn’t far behind him. His balls were heavier than ever, and Conall’s tightness brought him to seeing stars behind his closed eyelids. When he came, it was fast and deep, his cum marking Conall on the inside. He couldn’t remember the last time he came as much as he had just then, andfuck, it felt good.
Conall’s chest heaved in short breaths, his shoulders trembling. It made Sloan smile, and he glanced up at the mirror. They looked a mess, but a sated mess nonetheless.
“Was that good for you, pet?”
Conall grunted in answer, and Sloan laughed. He’d take that as a yes.
The next night, Sloan left Conall on the bed, sated and sleeping from exhaustion after another session of Sloan fucking his mouth and then his arse. He didn’t think his pet could be any more beautiful, but he’d been proven wrong. Conall was even more gorgeous postcoital. With a soft caress to his pet’s face, Sloan stood and went for a quick shower. He exited the room in just a towel and clicked his fingers. Two of his soldiers rushed up the stairs like two dogs listening for their master’s signal. In truth, that’s what Sloan was: their master.
“Keep an eye on my pet. He doesn’t leave the room.”
His soldiers nodded, and without a word took guard either side of the door. They were massive, in both height and width, and even a muscular man like Sloan wouldn’t have a chance against them in a physical fight. He only wanted the best taking care of what belonged to him, after all.
Sloan sauntered down the hallway and to his room. One of the finest suits he owned had already been laid out on the bed for him, and it made him smile. Each staff member had been chosen for a reason and were excellent at their job.
By the time he reached his boardroom, his lieutenants and generals were already sitting in their assigned seats. They were chatting quietly, but the moment Sloan entered, silence descended on the room. Fionn rose from his seat beside Sloan’s and bowed his head slightly.
“They’re all here, except Donal.”
Sloan nodded sharply and stared out at his men. In the room were the most important men of his business. Over the years, he’d handpicked them to help him lead. He trusted most of them with his life, others with his company.
“Good afternoon, gentlemen.”
They answered in a mimicked tone and rose, each bowing slightly to show respect to Sloan.
He smirked and sidled up to his own chair. With a wave of his hand, they took their seats again. The chairs were positioned in an awkward circle, with Sloan’s being the biggest and in the center. Unlike the others, it was black leather, with a vintage deep-tufted appearance. It had belonged to Sloan’s father before him.
Sloan took a seat and sighed, letting himself relax into the soft cushions. “As you can respect, we have some…trouble on our hands, in the form of a detective and an Italian. I’m sure my nephew has filled you in with it.”
He peered around the room. Five men other than he and Fionn sat in the room. To his direct right was his underboss, the man who the company fell to if anything happened to Sloan and Fionn, and his best friend since they were kids. Daire Reardon. Beside him lounged Brendan Curran, lieutenant of his companies, and Jamie Shannon, lieutenant of his illegal operations. To his left sat Fionn, and then his chief advisor, Lorcan Lee. The seat missing a person beside Lorcan was meant for Donal McMahon, the lieutenant of his army. Standing in the corner was Ardan, his most trusted assassin.
Brendan cleared his throat, earning their attention. “I am well aware of Detective Diaz’s interference, boss, and I’m working on getting rid of her for good.”
“We have to be delicate about this situation. If we react in a sloppy manner, we could bring down our entire company,” Fionn said.
The other men hummed their agreement.
“With all due respect, Fionn, I’ve dealt with detectives like Diaz before. They are power-hungry and think they can get commendation by taking down big companies like ours,” Brendan replied.
“As that may be, Fionn is right.” Sloan stared at Brendan carefully. “If you had this handled, this wouldn’t have happened in the first place. Do tell me, how did you let a rat tell the Italians where to find one of our locations?”
Brendan visibly swallowed. “It was a mistake, boss.”
“A mistake that cost me a couple of million dollars and two customs officers we could bribe.” Sloan’s lips thinned, his fingers curling over the edge of the arms of his chair. “Tell me how you plan on fixing that mistake, Brendan.”
“I helped Fionn to find you Harold.” He raised his chin. “I fixed that mistake, boss.”
“You should have noticed something was off about him a long time ago,” Sloan said, his voice low and dangerous. “I expect you and Jamie to work together and find these rats and step on them, not let them scamper off into the sewers where they can run their mouth off.”
