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Authors: Fiona Davenport

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“I know you feel you need to earn your position, kitten. But, it’s my job to keep you safe. Don’t ever disobey me like that again, not when it comes to your well-being.” I spanked her again. “Are we clear?” I asked.

She moaned, and I slapped each cheek once more. “Words, kitten.”

“Yes, damn it!” she snarled, clearly irritated to be giving in, but it ended with a moan when I swiped my tongue through her folds again.

“Good girl. Now I can give you what you need, baby.”

I plunged my tongue inside of her and she cried out, her pussy clamping down and her juices running down my chin. I would never get enough of her taste. I began to tongue fuck her as one hand played with her clit, twisting and plucking.

Her cries became louder and more frantic. “Yes! Yes! Ah, ah, oh!” Then she screamed my name as I replaced my tongue with a finger and sucked hard on her clit.

“Mmmm, so delicious,” I murmured as I licked up her back, getting to my feet. Once I was standing, I cupped her tits and pressed my erection against her lower back. “Feel how much I need you?” I whispered with a lick to the shell of her ear. I squeezed and massaged her tits and she shuddered, whimpering. “My cock is desperate to be inside you, to feel you gripping me with your tight pussy.”

I pulled her hips out, then used one palm to press her down. Putting both hands on her hips, I bent my knees, lowering just enough to line my cock up with her entrance and thrust inside. I yanked her back against me as I drove up deep into her pussy, our skin slapping together as I bottomed out.

“Fuck, you feel good,” I groaned, pulling almost all the way out and driving back in. Come was dripping from my cock, my balls drawing up tight, but I wasn’t ready to let go yet. I set a punishing rhythm, slamming into her, our mixed cries of pleasure echoing off of the walls.

I brought her back up suddenly, her back flush against my front, then lifted one of her legs and put my arm underneath it from behind, holding her wide open. My other hand journeyed down to play with her clit, then I dipped a digit inside her for a tighter penetration, my finger following the rhythm of my cock, but curling up each time to reach her sensitive spot. The heel of my hand rubbed her outer bundle of nerves and she began to scream.

I couldn’t hold it in anymore so I removed my finger and pinched her clit as I pounded into her two more times, then roared with my own climax as it barreled through me like a fucking freight train.

Chapter 6
Carly

“T
his is more like it, much closer to how I imagined we’d spend our wedding night,” I whispered, my lips brushing against Brandon’s chest as I cuddled against him in our bed. After he’d finished cleaning me up, since he’d gotten me all dirty again, he’d toweled me off, lifted me into his arms, and refused to let me go. Not that I put up much of a fight. If I had my way, I’d never leave his embrace again.

“You pictured yourself on your knees, sucking me off in apology and getting your ass spanked the prettiest shade of pink before I made you scream my name?”

“Don’t be a jackass,” I grumbled, smacking his chest.

“What?” he asked, trying to sound innocent. “It’s exactly how I imagined it, except for the apology part.”

“Maybe it was the opposite of what I’d pictured,” I murmured.

“How so?”

“As much as I love the feel of your cock in my mouth, I’m kind of partial to the sight of you being the one on your knees.”

“Then I’d better get on my knees since my new wife should have everything she wants.” He rolled me onto my back and settled in between my legs. Spreading my thighs wide, he rose onto his knees to bend over me and curl his lips around one of my aching nipples. My back arched off the mattress as he licked his way down my body. He paused, his mouth hovered over my quivering pussy, and my hips jerked even higher.

“Don’t torture me,” I begged.

He lowered his head, his tongue lapping at my pussy in long, slow licks that drove me crazy. Then he spread my folds with his thumbs and feasted on me. His tongue licked, his lips sucked, and his teeth nipped. It wasn’t until he pushed two fingers inside me and clamped his mouth around my clit that I finally flew apart, my orgasm rolling over me hard and fast.

Once my pulse settled and I could breathe again, I lifted my head to look up into Brandon’s eyes. After he’d licked me through my climax, he’d moved up the mattress to cradle me in his arms. “There was one more thing I’d wanted to do on our wedding night. I had a test with a plus sign on it in a pretty little gift bag and everything, but I seemed to have lost it along the way.”

“Do it without it,” he urged.

“What’s the point? You already know.”

“The point is, we aren’t going to let that bastard take anything else from us. You wanted this special moment between us, and you’re going to get it.” Steely determination filled his tone.

“You make an excellent point,” I agreed. Even though he already knew about the baby, butterflies set off in my belly. I took a deep breath and blurted out my news as I exhaled. “We’re pregnant!”

His hand slid down to cover my stomach. “Fuck yeah, we are.”

***

U
nfortunately, we didn’t get much time to celebrate our happy news because it wasn’t long before the outside world intruded on our time together. Ewan called in the morning to let us know he’d found evidence of three other men who’d been feeding Sean information. We couldn’t put off a confrontation with them, not without risking the possibility that they’d spook and split town. Their betrayal needed to be met head-on, so we told Ewan to round them up right away. Our next call was to Tommy, or I should say Brandon’s call, because they spoke while I prayed to the porcelain gods, yet again. Brandon asked him to bring a few guys to help capture the traitors and to start the interrogation as soon as they’d nabbed them.

Tommy and Ewan moved quickly, and less than an hour later they texted to let us know they were headed back to O’Reilly’s. It took another hour before my nausea was under control, which meant we didn’t get to the pub until they’d been there for almost two hours. As we walked through the bar area, I sent the bottles of whiskey a look of longing. I could really do with a shot before the showdown that was about to happen. I tore my gaze away and straightened my spine, digging deep because I knew all of my daring was going to have to come naturally since I couldn’t have any liquid courage as long as I was pregnant.

Brandon’s hand reached for mine, squeezing it tightly, and suddenly all my fears melted away. I had all the strength I needed walking right next to me. For the longest time, I’d had to stand on my own, but no more. Never again did I need to worry about facing difficult times by myself, not when this amazing man loved me.

Following Brandon down the stairs to the basement, I knew that no matter who had betrayed us, it didn’t really matter. It might sting if it was someone I knew well, but it wouldn’t cut deeply because the only person who really mattered would never betray me—Brandon would move heaven and earth to keep me and our baby safe. I had no doubt we could face any challenge together and come out on top. Including whatever we found on the other side of the door in front of us.

“You ready?” he asked.

I knew if I said no, if I told him I wanted to leave this whole horrible situation to him, then he wouldn’t hesitate to walk me right back upstairs and do exactly what I requested. There was a small part of me that wanted to do exactly that, but I knew I couldn’t listen to those doubts and fears. It would take a strong woman to lead the O’Reillys, as well as to stand by Brandon’s side. I was determined to be that woman, no matter what it took. I felt like we were in the home stretch, and I wasn’t about to show weakness when we were so close to overcoming the final obstacle in the way of our happiness. In the future, it wouldn’t make anyone question me if I allowed Brandon to do the dirty work. He was my enforcer after all. However, these men had committed treason and the severity of the crime meant being dealt with by the boss.

But, boy what an obstacle this was. As soon as we walked into the room, we found three men tied to chairs with their hands behind their backs. I tried to search their faces to figure out who had betrayed me to Sean, but it was impossible to recognize them because there were several layers of plastic wrap hiding their features. It had been wrapped around their heads, ragged holes torn to allow them to breathe—although I was certain Tommy and Ewan had waited to make the rips. Depriving them of air was sure to make them more willing to answer the questions we had, or at least I hoped so.

“Did they talk?”

“They sang like canaries,” Tommy answered my question.

“Which seems appropriate since they squealed like rats to Sean,” Ewan added.

“Are there any other rodents we need to be worried about?” Brandon wanted to know.

“No, Sean was only able to recruit four of our guys.”

“Only?” I repeated.

Ewan ducked his head. “Sorry, it was a poor choice of words.”

“Considering you drove an SUV headlong into a limo to catch Greg, I think we can give you a free pass or two,” Brandon responded dryly.

“You did?” I gasped.

A deep flush crept up Ewan’s neck and cheeks. “I couldn’t risk letting the gobshite get away, not after they’d gotten you on that plane.”

There were six men in this room, and knowing that three of them would give their lives for me was enough for me. It didn’t matter that the other three had sold me out to our enemy. We’d weeded out the traitors, and they’d be six feet under soon. They’d also serve as a warning to anyone else who thought to cross Brandon or me in the future. I’d already demonstrated the lengths to which I was willing to go with the way I’d killed Sean. I felt like it was Brandon’s turn with these three, it only seemed fair.

“Then it sounds like I can trust you to have Brandon’s back while he finishes this.” Ewan’s chest puffed up with pride and Brandon sent me a grateful smile, which grew even bigger when I continued. “Tommy can watch mine while I wait for you upstairs.”

“I’ll make it quick,” Brandon promised, dropping a quick kiss on my lips.

“Take your time,” I replied. “They deserve to pay for what they’ve done.”

“Don’t worry, kitten. Their final moments will be filled with pain.”

I left the room without a second thought, knowing Brandon would make them suffer. Luckily, the basement was soundproof, and I didn’t have to listen while I sat at the bar with Tommy. He poured me a kiddie cocktail of all things, and then cut up an orange and slid it towards me. Two drinks, half an orange, and a pile of cherries later, Brandon slid his arm over my shoulder.

“It’s done.”

I heaved a deep sigh of relief. “Hopefully we can put it all behind us.” It was time to focus on the businesses, detangling the mess left by my father. It seemed a mob boss’s job was never done.

Chapter 7
Brandon

“K
eep your eyes closed, kitten,” I instructed as I carefully led her up a set of stairs.

Carly mock pouted but she couldn’t hold the expression and a sly smile slid onto her face. “Will you punish me if I don’t?”

I was immediately hard, remembering the last time she’d disobeyed me. My naughty little kitty cat seemed to rustle up trouble on purpose from time to time. Apparently, my punishments were not a deterrent. I couldn’t disagree with that line of thinking because it led to so much pleasure. Just picturing her pretty pink ass, her rosy lips wrapped around my cock, and the sight of her lost in ecstasy as I held her on the precipice of orgasm had me tempted to turn around and take her right back to the bed we’d barely left an hour before.

But, I focused on my purpose for being at our location. I couldn’t wait to see her expression at my surprise. My girl deserved a break and a reward after working so hard lately.

I’d always known Carly had a good head on her shoulders, but in the last several weeks, she’d blown me away. I didn’t think it was possible to be more impressed. Her instincts for business were excellent and it didn’t take long for her to lay out a plan, one that would be very lucrative, and begin to implement it.

She also sold off her father’s personal assets, having no desire to ever be reminded of her life with him. We decided to move out of our apartment and find a home where our family could grow. Since I owned the building, we offered the place to Thomas when we eventually moved out.

One night, as we lay in bed talking quietly, Carly described the kind of life she dreamed of for our children. The childhood she wished she’d experienced, a happy home with loving parents, and laughter. The beautiful sounds of laughter and joy. She even gave me a vague picture of the kind of house she wanted. It gave me an idea, and I was on the phone with Nic the next morning. I turned my idea into a reality, one I was excited to share with Carly.

I opened the door at the top of the steps and swooped her up into my embrace. She yelped in surprise before it morphed into giggles.

“Open your eyes, kitten,” I whispered.

The moment her dark red lashes no longer shielded her emerald green pools, I carried her over the threshold.

“What are you—” Carly stopped suddenly, her gaze sweeping over the beautiful interior of a restored brick townhouse. Her mouth opened into a cute little O as awe dawned on her face. “Why are we here?” Her voice trembled and I prayed it was hope causing the tremor.

“Welcome home, kitten.”

Her smile was blinding, but I couldn’t look away, staring directly into the sun. “Are you serious?” She threw her arms around me and planted a kiss on my lips. Before I could deepen it, she was wiggling to get down.

“Hey now,” I grumbled. I set her on her feet, but kept her in the circle of my arms. “That wasn’t a proper thank you.”

She laughed and her next kiss was passionate and had me on the edge of simply dropping to the floor and fucking her right there in the entry of our new home.

She tore her lips away and moved her lips to my ear, purring, “Later, I’ll thank the fuck out of you.” I gasped when her hand squeezed my erection through my jeans. “Literally.”

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