Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 126485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 632(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 632(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
My face burned with shame and denial sat on the tip of my tongue despite my body’s obvious arousal. I swallowed when Lorcan stroked two fingers in a V along my folds. “No. I didn’t like it.”
Lorcan pressed his mouth against my ear. “Liar.”
He gripped my hips and flipped me on my back, cradling my head before it could hit the floor. With his fingers on my neck, he forced my gaze down at my parted legs. He rubbed two fingers along my pussy then showed me how they were glistening.
“So you didn’t like it when I told you to take my cock?”
I gritted my teeth and stubbornly met his gaze. His smile turned vicious. He slid two fingers into me, making my core constrict. I was sore but also so aroused that I needed friction. Eyes remaining on me, he pulled his fingers out and they were covered in even more of my lust. He parted his fingers, so my lust spun between them like a spider’s web. The sight filled me with embarrassment but also a new wave of need. I wasn’t sure what kind of spell Lorcan cast for my body to show this kind of reaction.
“Pity that you can’t admit the truth. I would have licked you until you filled my mouth with your sweet juice, but I won’t reward lying.”
He released my neck and stood. I quickly pushed myself up, not wanting to lie at Lorcan’s feet.
“I’m going to grab a shower,” I said, walking past him without another glance.
“I think I’m going to join you in the bathroom to make sure you don’t touch that sweet pussy. We want the punishment to last, right?”
I spun around, almost colliding with his broad chest. One look at his harsh smile, and I swallowed my nasty comeback. He was pushing my buttons on purpose. I wasn’t sure what his end game was. Lorcan Devaney was a dangerous man. I couldn’t forget that. And I couldn’t allow him to let me get distracted from my only reason for being here and being married to him: Imogen.
“Are you going to watch me all day?” I asked in a tight but controlled voice.
“Of course not. I have a meeting late this afternoon.” The tension in my shoulders dissolved at his words. “But Seamus is going to keep an eye on you the rest of the day.”
Scoffing, I stalked over to the shower and turned it on as cold as I could tolerate. I imagined my fury would have reduced my arousal, but it didn’t. Maybe because our mutual attraction was built upon the push and pull of our bond.
Lorcan trimmed his beard while I showered. Once we were both dressed, Lorcan and I got into his car.
“I need to go looking for Imogen. The wedding preparations stopped me from investigating further. I can’t allow more time to pass. Imogen needs me.”
I didn’t care if he didn’t want to be bothered with my search for my sister. He knew it was the reason for me being in New York in the first place. He knew it was my only objective right now.
Stopped at a traffic light, Lorcan regarded me with a condescending glint in his eyes. “Are you sure she does? Did she ask for your help?”
“She didn’t, most likely because she can’t.”
“Or because she wants a clean break, a life away from her former responsibilities.”
“You don’t know her. She’s my sister.” I paused, swallowing my initial anger. “Or do you know something that you’re not telling me? Have you seen Imogen? Sodom is part of your empire. You must have heard about an Irish girl making an appearance.”
“My main focus is our shipments, not cunts for sale.”
“She didn’t sell her body.”
“Only you did?”
I drove my teeth into my tongue. “You know that was a misunderstanding.”
“That’s usually how it begins and then it often ends with a window seat in the Cunt Yard.”
“I suppose I’m lucky you saved me, then.”
“I suppose you are.”
Lorcan’s mood had darkened considerably since I’d brought up Imogen. Something was up. What if he didn’t just know something about her whereabouts? What if he was involved?
I decided to let the matter drop for now. I’d investigate on my own today. If Lorcan didn’t want to help me yet—or not at all—I wasn’t about to listen to his warnings. Maybe Desmond, the police officer, was a traitor in the eyes of the community, but I wasn’t part of that, and my loyalties lay with my family, not the Irish American community—and much less a Devaney. I’d just have to figure out a way to contact Desmond without anyone finding out, or I’d be the next Killeen to disappear.
Aislinn’s face couldn’t hide her surprise when I opened the door to my one-bedroom apartment in Woodlawn. I’d lived in the Bronx since I’d first come to New York almost a decade ago. The majority of my men and of our Irish community lived in the Bronx.