Page 24 of The Apprentice
“You can’t fuck your soldiers.” I took a step closer to Fionn and laid a hand on his shoulder. “That’s a line you don’t want to cross. You don’t shit where you eat. Trust me.”
Fionn’s gaze slipped to my hand, then slid up to my face. He smiled, so sweet and soft, and my anger dissipated. It wasdifficult to stay mad at Fionn. “What about my uncle’s second-in-command?”
My breath caught, but I kept my face neutral, even as my gut squirmed in excitement. No.No!Fionn Killough was out of bounds, but my cock didn’t get the memo. Blood headed south. I stood too close to Fionn, and I could smell him—the gentle aroma of sandalwood.
Fionn moved away, resting his body against the wall. A teasing smile curved his supple lips. “Kiss me.”
Leave,my mind screamed, but I didn’t. Instead, I stepped in closer until our chests met.
Fionn raised his chin and that grin enticed me to stay.
Even though Fionn was seducing me, he still looked innocent and too sweet for this world. He was the epitome of virtue, and here I was, about to corrupt him because my cock couldn’t listen to my brain. Pleasure simmered low in my stomach and heat filled me as I cupped Fionn’s cheek and stroked my thumb over soft skin.
“Kiss me.” Fionn’s lashes fluttered.
“I shouldn’t.” A harsh breath left me. I slid my fingers beneath Fionn’s chin and raised it, staring at the bow of his lips—beautiful and tempting.Fuck. I wanted to kiss him so bad, and my mental fortitude was losing to my physical needs. “You’re too young.”
The last attempt to reason with Fionn was useless.
“I’m eighteen.” Fionn grabbed the back of my neck and dragged me in a little closer, our mouths inches apart.
“I’m too old.” I was losing to my desires.
“You’re Sloan’s age. That isn’t too old.” Fionn’s gaze flicked to my mouth and his teeth came out to gnaw on his bottom lip.
My cock twitched, half hard and trapped in my briefs. “You’re Eoin’s son.” If anything should’ve brought us back to reality, it was that. Like everything else, though, it failed.
“You have a father, too.” Fionn’s nails dug into my neck, and a delicious bite of pain stoked the desire inside me. “Any more excuses or are you going to kiss me?”
I smiled, and any concerns I had temporarily disappeared, along with my resolve. I kissed him,hard. Our mouths collided in a war of need, and Fionn tasted just as I had imagined—both sweet and spicy.
Fionn hauled me closer, and he was stronger than I’d expected, but I grabbed his hips, grinding my trapped cock against his, causing both of us to moan. Laughter from the party made me freeze, though, and I ripped my mouth away from him.
He whimpered in disappointment.
My chest rose and fell, and I stared down at Fionn’s excited flushed face. This was another chance to walk away. I could go back to the party and pretend this never happened.
Useless.
I would never be strong enough to leave Fionn, not when another man could take my place.No, if someone was going to fuck Fionn on his eighteenth birthday, it was going to be me. But nobody could see us like this,especiallynot Sloan. He would kill me for touching Fionn.
“We need to take this upstairs,” I whispered.
Fionn’s eyes lit up and he flashed me a toothy smile. “Come with me. We’ll go to my room.” He slid his hand into mine and dragged me down the short hallway to the wide split staircase. We ascended the marble steps as quickly as we could, not giving me an opportunity to reconsider going back to the party, but by this point I was committed. Only an act of God could ruin what was about to happen.
When we finally got to the door of Fionn’s room, I grabbed him by the back of the neck before he could open the door and spun him around, slamming him against the wall. A gasp escaped Fionn as I closed in on him, our mouths ghostingagainst each other in a teasing dance that had us both breathing hard.
“Do you want this?” I whispered, raising my thumb to pull on his bottom lip. “Because once we go in that room, there’s no turning back. I’m going to take you apart, boy.”
Fionn grinned and grasped my wrist, holding my hand against his mouth so he could suck my thumb between his lips. He moaned around the digit and nipped at the tip, and my cock jerked. My heavy balls drew a little closer to my body, and I cursed him for having a talented mouth. Now that I knew what his lips looked like wrapped around my flesh, it was burned into my memory.
“Please, Daddy Daire.”
I tensed in surprise. The words were uttered with the kind of naivety that I had only seen Fionn pull off, and I fumbled with the name in my head.
Daddy.
As if I was the replacement father he’d craved, an older man who would tell him what to do and throw him over my knee and spank his ass red when he needed to be punished.
