Page 34 of The Boss
He nodded. “He’s not the only one who’s been hurt. He also had one named Adrian. He disappeared. I don’t know what happened to him, but Killough kept his composure, like he didn’t care that his pet went missing without a trace. Sometimes I wonder…”
“If he did it.”
Ronan paled, which Conall thought would have been impossible with how light Ronan’s skin already was. “I don’t think he would have. The boss chose people he liked as his pets, but Adrian wasn’t his most favorite.” He laid his hand on Conall’s arm. “I just want you to be careful.”
Conall smiled and touched his hand. “I’m fine. I can handle myself.”
“I know you can. You may not really remember me from high school, but I remember you. You were always able to take care of yourself.” His voice lowered and Conall had a feeling there was more to the story than he knew. How well had Ronan known him back then?
A throat cleared and Ronan froze, his eyes widening. His hand whipped away from Conall and he stumbled around, glancing at the door. Conall looked there too, his heart stopping in his chest. Killough stood at the threshold to the room, his arms crossed over his broad chest. His icy blue eyes were narrowed on them, his jaw tight and his fingers twitching, as though he really wanted to reach for his gun.
Conall swallowed, fear lodged in his throat.
“Why are you in my pet’s room, Ronan?” Killough took two steps into the room, and two guards followed him, their gazes hard and glued on Ronan. They knew their target, and if Conall didn’t intervene, Ronan would be dead in the next few minutes.
“I asked him to come here,” Conall said quickly.
Killough snorted, his stare softening when it turned on him. “You’re many things, pet, but you’re a horrible liar. Why are you defending my soldier?”
“Because he’s an old friend. Aren’t we allowed to catch up?” Conall moved forward and stepped in front of Killough. He rested his palms on his chest and pushed himself up on his toes, tipping his head up. “Kiss me?”
Pride flashed in Killough’s eyes, like he knewexactlywhat Conall was doing, but he didn’t comment. He leaned down, his lips pressing against Conall’s in a rough kiss that made Conall’s toes curl in his sneakers. Killough dominated him, his tongue shoving inside his mouth and claiming him in a way no other man had before. He enjoyed every second of it, their audience nothing but a blur in the background.
Conall grappled at the front of Killough’s T-shirt, gripping onto it as hard as he could when Killough’s hands grasped his arse, dragging him closer. Blood rushed south, straight to his cock, and there was no way in hell Conall could deny that Killough had ripped a reaction out of him he hadn’t felt before. It felt raw and new, and it scared the living daylights out of him.
He groaned into Killough’s mouth, his hands slipping up his chest and wrapping around his neck. Killough’s masculine scent flirted with his nose, the smell of salt and sea, similar to the beach, teasing his senses. He wanted like he’d never wanted before.Fuck. He wanted so badly it hurt. His chest pulled tightly, and his stomach twisted in knots. This was not how it was supposed to work, and it irritated him.
Finally, Conall gathered enough strength to shove away from Killough with a glare. It earned him a smug grin from the other man. Killough’s eyes slid to Ronan.
“If you ever come into my pet’s room without my permission, I will cut off your cock and hang it on my pet’s door as a warning. Am I clear?”
Conall glanced at Ronan from the corner of his eyes. Ronan nodded furiously before bowing his head. “Yes, boss. I truly apologize. I wanted—”
“I don’t want to hear your excuses. I will not accept them. Get out.”
Ronan didn’t look at Conall again before he practically ran out of the room. Conall didn’t blame him. He wasn’t the one in the firing line, yet he’d been terrified for Ronan.
Killough hooked his finger under Conall’s chin, dragging it so Conall stared up at him. “Pet, I trust you, but if you ever let one of my soldiers in your room like that, I will make you watch as I cut them to pieces, am I clear?”
He swallowed deeply and nodded. “I’m sorry. We were only catching up.”
“I don’t care what your excuse is. It won’t happen again if you want your friends to live.”
“Yes, sir.”
Killough stroked his chin and jaw. “You’re so beautiful, pet. I don’t think you realize what a temptation you are.” He kissed the corner of Conall’s mouth, making Conall close his eyes instinctively. “Say my name.”
“Killough.” It slipped out so easily, as though his tongue had betrayed him to please the man in front of him.
“No, pet. My given name. I want you to call me by my real name.” He said it so gently that Conall couldn’t help but open his eyes again and stare at Killough. The anger in his eyes had disappeared, leaving a cold blueness Conall hadn’t seen in his gaze yet.
Conall glanced at Killough’s lips and then back to his eyes. He hesitated for barely a second. “Sloan.”
Killough—Sloan’s—mouth curled into a smile. “I want you to call me that from now on, pet. Not Killough, not boss, not sir. I want you to call me Sloan when we’re around our own mob.”
“And when we’re around strangers and other mobs?” Conall stepped closer again and breathed in Sloan’s scent deeply. He smelled so fucking good, and it terrified Conall. He needed to remind himself that hehatedKillough. Not Sloan. He was Killough.
“It’s sir.” Sloan grabbed him around the waist, hauling him the distance Conall kept between them, until their chests touched. “I’m going to own you fully, pet. You’ll never crave another man’s touch.”
