Power (Mafia Ties: Brandon & Carly Book 2) (2 page)

She crossed her arms under her tits, lifting them tantalizingly, and huffed, “I never agreed to marry you, Brandon. Or get pregnant, for that matter.”

My jaw hardened and I struggled to keep from roaring when I answered. “You’re mine, kitten. You’ve admitted it, why delay the inevitable?” I splayed my hands over her flat belly. “I can’t wait to see you swollen with our baby.” My hands then coasted up her rib cage, cupping her tits. “I want to suck on these pretty nipples as your tits grow.” Tugging down the cups of her bra, I sucked one pink bud into my mouth, bucking my hips a little, smirking when she moaned.

“I don’t—um—Brandon, I can’t think when you’re—dammit!”

Keeping my mouth busy with her tits, I ground my now rock hard cock against her pussy and placed my hands on her thighs, pushing them as wide as they would go in this position.

“You can’t—oh, ah—Brandon, you can’t distract me with—oh fuck!”

She cut off with a cry as I plunged inside her again, giving her no time to mentally adjust to what was happening. Her head fell back, her eyes closed tight as she rode me. I gripped her hips and slammed her down onto my dick with each upward thrust, listening to her cries escalate as I drove her higher and higher. It took every shred of my control to pay attention and not get lost in her body. When she was just about to fall over the edge, I slowed down to a lazy pace, keeping her wrapped in sensation, but not letting her reach her peak.

Her head lifted and her eyes peeled open, staring at me in confusion. With one last little bite and a soothing lick, I let her nipple go. “Beg me, kitten,” I growled. “I want you to ask for my come, beg me to fill you.”

She shook her head a little, as though trying to clear it, but I pinched her nipples and she cried out, the haze of lust in her eyes continued to swirl thick and strong.

“What do you want, Carly?” I purred, giving her a few rapid stabs of my cock into her pussy. She was so wet, I could hear the suction and the sound of our skin slapping together.

“Please,” she pleaded.

I licked a nipple and swirled my tongue around it. “Please what, kitten?”

“I—oh, please, Brandon, I need to come.”

I stopped all movement suddenly and cupped her cheeks in my palms. “I should have killed that motherfucker for daring to call you his fiancée,” I growled through clenched teeth. “Mine, kitten. You’re
my
fiancée. I’m the only man you’ll be marrying, the only man to fuck his kid into you. Isn’t that right?”

She blinked at me, seemingly a little confused. It hadn’t taken me long to learn everything about my woman. To me, she was an open book, as much as she’d like to think otherwise. I knew, without a doubt, she longed for a family, to have kids and raise them in a home so opposite from the one she grew up in. If I weren’t sure, I wouldn’t have pushed her so hard. But, just like I’d needed a swift kick in the ass to make me admit how much I wanted her, I was going to get her to acknowledge her desires as well.

“You can’t pretend with me, kitten. I know you want me, us, and our family. You wouldn’t have given yourself to me the way you did otherwise. So, I’m going to make you ask for it.”

I watched the play of emotions on her face, denial, anger, need, and then finally acceptance. She nodded.

“Words, kitten.”

“I do want you, Brandon. I want everything with you.”

I began to move slowly again and it was my turn to nod. “I know you do, babe.” My hand found its way down to her clit and I circled my fingers around it, eliciting a moan from her. “You’re going to marry me this weekend. And, I don’t want to hear about condoms again. Is that clear? There will be nothing between us, kitten. Ever. I’ll always be bare inside you.” I finally pressed lightly on her sensitive nub.

“Yesss,” she hissed, her hips undulating, searching for more pressure.

“You’re agreeing you’ll marry me, have our babies?” I clarified smugly.

“Yes—oh, ah—don’t stop!”

Her answer was enough that I knew I could hold it over her should she try to argue later. I picked up my pace, pounding into her until we both exploded and my come filled her womb. I pushed as deep as I could, holding her tight to me, making sure everything I had was sucked into her as she orgasmed.

Spent and boneless, she slumped down onto my chest. I hit a button on the side door that lit an indicator up front, telling the driver to take us home. As much as I hated to leave her warmth, I shifted her to the side and grabbed a towel from the minibar, cleaning us both up and righting our clothes.

We finished up just as the limo glided to a stop in front of our building. Opening the door, I climbed out, then reached down to take Carly’s hand and help her from the car. Keeping it firmly grasped in mine I turned towards the door and scowled, seeing McKinnon lingering there.

I tucked Carly securely into my side, with my arm tightly around her as we approached. “What the fuck are you doing here, McKinnon?”

He returned my dark expression then shifted his eyes to Carly and they softened. I didn’t like the way he looked at my woman, not in the least. My hand on her waist tightened, my fingers biting into the skin when she tried to wiggle out of my embrace.

“You okay?” he asked her softly.

“She’s fine,” I bit out. “Now answer me, why are you here?”

Carly’s arm snaked around my back and she pinched my ass, hard. I couldn’t help grinning, earning a confused look from Tommy, and an irritated huff from my kitten.

“I’m really, okay, Tommy. You don’t have to worry about me being with Brandon.”

He looked skeptical, and I weighed the repercussions with Carly if I was to break his jaw and maybe a rib or two. Considering her acquiescence in the car, I decided he got a pass this time.

“Can we go inside?” he asked, and before I could tell him fuck no, Carly agreed and gave me another firm pinch on the ass.

I really couldn’t deny her anything, she was too fucking adorable. We shuffled into the apartment and I dragged Carly with me over to the couch, not willing to let her go yet. It probably wasn’t necessary to be so obviously staking my claim, but I didn’t give a fuck.

She sighed and settled back into my embrace, mollifying me a bit. Tommy sat across from us on another black, leather couch. He folded his arms across his chest and looked directly at me when he spoke. “Trouble’s already brewing. Sean’s been running the trafficking side of the business for a while now and he’s got them convinced he’s in charge now, spreading the word of his engagement to the O’Reilly heir.”

I practically snarled at Tommy, but Carly put a hand on my thigh, slowly rubbing it, soothing my ire. She was there, in my arms, and she was mine.

“Stall the ball, for feck’s sake,” he condescended, rolling his eyes. He looked to Carly then. “As for the drugs, the word of your backing from the DeLucas has gotten out. But, I still think you’re going to run into some trouble shutting things down. You can’t be hidin’ out, but I suggest you get some major security in place until things calm down.” He paused and his eyes bounced between Carly and me a couple of times. “What do you plan on doing about the gun running?” he asked warily.

Carly waved a hand dismissively. “We’ll leave it to the DeLucas.” We hadn’t fully discussed what sides of the business she wanted to hang onto, but I wasn’t surprised. She was smart enough to know it was the best solution. “I want to stick with the antiquities and stones.” Again, not a surprise to me. Carly was a talented thief and if there was any area where she would truly excel, it was dealing in high-priced, stolen merchandise. “As far as our legitimate enterprises,” she continued, “I want the drugs out of the pubs and we’re going to expand. I want three more pubs opened in the next two years.” She kept talking, explaining her plans, and not only was I unbelievably impressed, it was turning me the fuck on.

Tommy listened intently and I could see he also had great respect for my woman. There wasn’t an ounce of lust in his gaze and it very slightly appeased me at knowing they would be working together. But, I was still going to make him go through me. Anyone who needed to get to Carly would be going through me. It’s why Nic and I had already started the transition of replacing me as his number two.

Finally, our talk of business concluded and I was ready to show McKinnon the door. I was so hard it was painful and I was desperate to be buried deep inside my woman. But, Tommy seemed to have something else on his mind.

“What is it, McKinnon? Spit it out.”

“What do you intend ta do about Sean?”

My eyes narrowed and my voice was deadly when I responded, “What do you think I’m going to do, Tommy? He’s a threat to
my
fiancée”—Tommy flinched at the word and I inwardly smiled with glee, even though Carly stiffened beside me—“and anyone who becomes a threat to her will find themselves taking a dirt nap.”

“Y
ou’re a strong man,” I murmured as soon as Tommy left Brandon and I alone. “Powerful in your own right.”

“I am.”

I was glad he didn’t deny it since there was no point. He’d worked hard to gain the reputation he’d built within the DeLuca family. Earned the fear he instilled in others. He was unapologetic about who and what he was. It was part of what drew me towards him, the edge of danger he exuded while still managing to make me feel safe. It was quite the heady combination. Well, that, and the insane amount of chemistry which sizzled between us, even when we’d first met and he was acting like a complete bastard. But, his strength and reputation were also one of the things that concerned me most when I thought about our future together.

“Taking over my da’s role as the head of the O’Reillys is going to be tough as hell. There will be some who will balk at following a woman, even if she’s the only one of them who had the balls to off big, bad Pat O’Reilly.” Sarcasm was thick in my tone since we both knew I wasn’t the one who’d killed my da. Then again, neither of us were in doubt that I would’ve, if given the chance, regardless of the regret it might have caused me in the future. It didn’t matter either way, because as far as my family and the rest of the dark world we inhabited knew, I was a bitch enough to have killed my own father.

“They can balk all they want. It’s not going to change a damn thing. Not with Nic behind you and me at your side,” he grumbled, pulling me onto his lap.

His confidence was astounding. I wished I had some of it. “And how’s that going to work exactly? If we get married right away, while I’m still finding my place, don’t you think it will make me look weak? Like I need to stand behind a man to lead my family?”

His fingers tightened on my hips as he turned me until I straddled his lap, my knees resting on the couch cushions on either side of his thighs. Once he had me exactly where he wanted me, he lowered his head until our noses were almost touching each other. When he spoke, I felt his lips move against mine. “First of all, there’s no need for you to find your place. You’re the boss of the O’Reillys. It’s over and done with, your place is already secured.”

“It’s not that simple,” I argued, my words swallowed by his mouth as he claimed mine in a punishing kiss. By the time he lifted his head, both our chests were heaving.

“I wasn’t done,” he rumbled, not giving me time to chime in before he continued. “Secondly, there are no ifs, ands, or buts about it. You
are
marrying me. You’ll be saying your ‘I do’s’ this week, just like you agreed to in the back of the limo.”

“You mean what you seduced me into saying while you tortured me by not letting me come,” I mumbled irritably.

“And you enjoyed every damn second of my torture,” he answered smugly.

I narrowed my eyes at him. “I wouldn’t say enjoy exactly.”

“You’re right, it’s not a strong enough word to describe the way your pussy squeezed my cock when you climaxed all over me.”

I wanted to stomp my foot in frustration, but since I was perched on his lap it wasn’t exactly an option. I lifted my left hand and pointed at my ring finger. “You seem to have skipped a step, Mr. Smartypants.”

“You’ll do well to never underestimate me, kitten,” he growled, dumping me onto my back on the couch cushions before stalking over to the suit jacket he’d tossed onto the chair. When he pulled a tiny black box from the inside pocket, my jaw dropped open.

“Where the hell did that come from?” I gasped, scrambling onto my feet, only to have Brandon tug me back down to a sitting position as he kneeled at my feet.

“The jewelry store,” he deadpanned. Using his thumb, he flipped open the lid of the box and I was struck silent in awe at the ring nestled inside.

“You got me a Claddagh?”

“I stumbled across them while I was searching for rings online,” he explained. “When I read about the meaning behind them, I knew it was exactly what I wanted.”

“Love,” I whispered, running my fingertip over the huge heart-shaped emerald nestled in the center of the ring. “Friendship,” I continued, staring at the hands on either side of the stone.

“And loyalty,” Brandon finished, referring to the crown. “Because you’ll have mine. Unconditionally, just like my love for you.”

“Oh, Brandon,” I cried, tears streaming down my cheeks at his beautiful declaration. “I wish it were different, but your first loyalty has to be with Nic and the DeLucas. You’re his second. His enforcer. Even with the alliance, there’s bound to be times when you’ll be torn between what I want and what he needs.”

His thumb swept over my face, brushing the tears away. “And that brings me to my third point. You won’t be standing behind the DeLuca enforcer; you’ll be standing beside your husband. But, behind
your
protector.
Your
enforcer. In order to get to you, everyone will go through me.”

“Mine?” What he was suggesting was unheard of. He wasn’t Irish, wasn’t part of the O’Reilly family, and was part of a family we’d been at war with for years. The alliance changed things, and so would our marriage, but it wasn’t going to alter the way our world worked overnight. “What does Nic have to say about this?”

“He supports it one-hundred-percent. So much so that he’s already selected my replacement.” His answer stunned me. My shock must have been evident because Brandon smiled down at me before he continued. “How could he not understand when he has Anna in his life? He’d make the same decision as me if our roles were reversed, and he’d have my full support. We’re family and he wants me to be happy.”