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The sound he makes sends a thrill through me, a rush of power that fuels me as I set a slow, deliberate pace.My hands hold his hips, keeping him firmly in place as I take him deeper, my tongue swirling, teasing, drawing out every shudder, every gasp.

“Fuck, Aoife,” he groans, his voice raw and broken, his hands gripping the chair so tightly his knuckles are white.

I revel in the effect I have on him.The way this man, so powerful, so in control, has completely unraveled under my touch.I let him feel it all, the heat, the pressure, the deliberate strokes designed to drive him to the edge.

When his breathing grows ragged and his body tenses beneath me, I pull back slightly, my lips brushing against him as I murmur, “Not yet.”

He groans again, his head falling forward, his dark eyes meeting mine with a pleading intensity.

“Please,” he breathes, his voice thick with desperation.

“Please what?”I ask, my tone light, almost mocking, as I lean in closer, my lips hovering just out of reach.“You’re going to have to be more specific.”

His jaw clenches, his pride warring with his need, but I can see the moment he gives in.“Please,” he says again, his voice rough, filled with raw hunger.His jaw tightens as he forces the next words out, his pride all but shattered.“I want your pretty lips wrapped around my cock.I want to watch you take me in your mouth.I need to come down your throat and hear you moan while you do it.”

The graphic confession sends a jolt of heat through me, power coursing through my veins as I watch him unravel.A slow, wicked smile tugs at my lips as I lean in, brushing my fingers lightly along his jaw before trailing them down the hard lines of his chest.

“Was that so hard?”I murmur, my voice laced with teasing confidence.

His eyes blaze as they lock onto mine, his lips parting with a sharp intake of breath.“You’re a fucking goddess, Aoife Quigley,” he growls, the words raw and reverent, spoken like a man who’s completely undone.

I chuckle softly, savoring the way his body trembles under my touch, the tension in his muscles a testament to the hold I have over him.His need is palpable, a storm I control with nothing more than a look, a touch, a whispered word.

I let the moment linger before taking him fully once more.The rhythm is slow at first, deliberate, coaxing him further into submission until I feel him begin to shake, his control slipping entirely.When his release overtakes him, his body shudders with the force of it, and my name spills from his lips.Not as a command but as a plea, a prayer answered only by my touch.

As I rise to my feet, his gaze follows me, full of something raw and unspoken.I lean down, brushing my lips against his ear.

“Now you see what happens when you trust me,” I whisper, my voice soft but full of power.

“You win,” he says finally, his voice hoarse but carrying a hint of amusement.

But before I can revel in my victory for too long, his hands shoot out, gripping my waist as he stands in one fluid motion.A surprised gasp escapes as he effortlessly hoists me over his shoulder, his hand resting firmly on the back of my thighs.

“Now it’s my turn,” he growls, his voice dark and full of promise.“Let’s see if you can handle what happens when I’m in charge.”

My breath catches, heat surging through me as he strides toward the bedroom, every step purposeful.I let him take me, a thrill coursing through my veins at his possessiveness, his strength.

There’s no protest, no fight—I don’t want to stop him.Instead, I smile to myself as I realize something undeniable.As much as I love the control, there’s a raw kind of pleasure in surrendering it to him, like stepping into the fire and daring it to burn.

Aoife

Eamon had been up early,leaving with nothing more than a quiet, “There’s something I need to take care of.Be safe today.”There was no lecture, no overprotective warnings, just a simple acknowledgment that I could handle myself.

I attempt to get a little more sleep, but the sunlight streaming through the penthouse window feels relentless.Giving up, I decide to get moving.It’s a new day, and I’m ready to play my part.I slip into tight black leather pants that hug my curves and a silky, low-cut white blouse that’s just provocative enough to keep eyes on me for all the wrong reasons.My black ankle boots add a slight edge to the outfit—sexy, but not trying too hard.I pull my hair back into a long, sleek ponytail and check my reflection in the mirror.Perfect.

When I step into the lobby, I spot Cian leaning against a pillar, scrolling on his phone.Casual confidence oozes from every pore.His gaze snaps to me the moment I approach.

“You look incredible,” he says, his eyes lingering just a little too long.

I let a small, shy smile cross my lips.“Thanks.You don’t look so bad yourself.”

He offers me his arm.“Ready?”

“Always,” I reply, my voice light and playful.

The drive is quiet at first, the air thick with anticipation.I focus on the scenery outside, but Cian’s occasional sideways glances don’t go unnoticed.He thinks I’m here because I’m infatuated with him.That’s fine.Let him believe what he wants, for now.

The meeting place is a warehouse on the outskirts of the city, blending seamlessly with its industrial surroundings.From the outside, it looks ordinary, like all the rest.It’s the kind of place you wouldn’t think twice about, just another cog in the city’s bustling trade.A sleek black car is parked near the entrance, its polished exterior standing out in the otherwise utilitarian setting.