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“This is why I hate having you two in the same room.”

Cam throws her arms around him and kisses his cheek. “We make your life exciting.”

“You make my eye twitch.”

“Brute,” Cam mutters as she stands to grab another drink.

I grab mine and Kilian’s glass and follow her into the kitchen.

“Is it weird?” she asks me when we are out of hearing distance.

“Is what weird?”

“Being back with him.”

I look outside and see Kilian laughing. I can only guess at Bastian’s expense from the look on his face. “Yeah, it is.” I pause. “I never thought it would happen. I accepted the fact that he would only be a memory. Even if I still thought about him. I convinced myself that was enough.”

“But it never felt like enough?”

I shake my head. “No, it didn’t. And then I just felt like a stupid twenty-something those first few years after I left Dublin. I kept telling myself what we had was just sex. That he didn’t have feelings for me. He never did. And I needed to bury the feelings I had.”

Cam pours a martini into her glass. “You know, three years ago Kilian asked me what love felt like. I had an inkling it meant he had been in love at one point but I wasn’t sure. But I know now he loved you then just like he loves you now.”

“This is probably dumb. But I think we love each other more now than we did then. Too bad we are stuck in this situation.”

“So the mafia?” Cam questions me.

“Don’t look like a mafia girl, do I?”

She shrugs. “Can’t say I know many.”

I laugh at that. “First time for everything.”

“I guess so.” She squeezes my hand. “I hope you know you are safe here. No one is going to come looking for you at an old friend of Kilian’s second home. To us, he is dead. No one knows that we know the truth. And Bastian would never let anyone hurt you. No one can get past that first gate of this house, not even your despicable family.”

I give her a kind smile. “Thank you.”

“Kilian has always been our family in a weird way. He and Bastian go way back and they spent times hating each other and times being brothers. But that is Kilian. And if you are with him, then you are our family too.”

I give her a hug. There is nothing more I could want than a family that isn’t the one I was born into.

24

KILIAN

Itighten the tie around Bella’s wrist that’s attached to the footboard. She’s propped up on her knees on a bench that was at the end of the bed. I pull her hips back, causing her arms to stretch. After one too many cocktails tonight, she was begging for me to fuck her. And not just fuck her. She begged me to tie her up and own her body like I used to do in Dublin.

I also gagged her. Aria is sleeping two rooms away and no way do I want to wake my daughter up while I am balls deep in her mother.

I glide my hand over the smooth olive skin of her ass that’s high in the air from the angle I arranged her. Her elbows inches from the edge of the bench causing just enough pain in her arms to intensify the pleasure.

I walk back and forth, a half-circle pass as I speak filthy words to her. And every sentence I say has her squirming, moaning into the gag. I push her knees farther apart, to the very edge of the bench. I smile as I watch her wetness drip down the inside of her thigh.

I swipe my finger up her thigh and bring it to my mouth. “Mmm, my favorite flavor.”

She moans through the gag and I know she hates that I haven’t touched her yet, not in the way she wants. Every now and then I will caress my finger over part of her or pinch a nipple but I have yet to dive into her cunt. It kills me as much as her, I want nothing more than to swipe my tongue through her folds, lick her from clit to ass. Tease her tight hole with my fingers, my tongue before devouring her pussy.

But I wait. I let the game continue.