Page 12 of Bittersweet Revenge (Sins of the Father #1)

Dean

I hate that I caved and told him what he wants to hear, but it’s true.

I want him. Not because I like him, but because I want to possess him.

This powerful, charismatic man is a terrible person in all the ways that matter, but then again, maybe I am too.

Regardless of why I’m here or how much I despise him—or myself—it doesn’t change the fact that I crave him.

Tiernan doesn’t give me much time to dwell on it, his mouth crashing down on mine. The kiss is hard and demanding, punishing even, like maybe he hates himself for wanting me just as much as I hate myself for it.

His tongue pushes into my mouth, the two of us fighting for control. I tangle my hand in his hair, trying to pull him away, but all it does is make him grapple with me.

Tiernan tries to wrestle me to the bed, and I bite his lip, the way he did to me the other day. He hisses in pain, then pulls back and laughs, his pupils nearly hiding all the green in his eyes.

“Good play, but if you want my mouth on your dick, you’ll be a good boy and be nice.”

“You wouldn’t want me if I was good.”

Something I can’t describe flashes on his face, but before I can try to decipher it, Tiernan wrestles me to my back, head on the pillows, him leaning over me.

“You’re right. Now let’s get you out of my system.”

He holds my wrists, one in each hand, then fuses our mouths together. I hate that I’m letting him get the upper hand again, but he’s rutting against me, his cock brushing against mine, and it starts sucking all the fight out of me.

My body is buzzing, my brain alternating between how good this feels and how wrong it is. As soon as that thought pops into my head, I pull one of my hands free, then buck my hips and flip us.

Tiernan growls, not having expected it. “Fine. If you want to blow me, fighter, have at it.”

“You wish.” I shove his shirt up and bite into his left pec, not hard enough to break the skin, but it still elicits a groan. Tiernan’s skin is warm in my mouth as I suck on it. He isn’t the only one who knows how to mark someone.

“Fuck.” He arches toward me, and I smile against him. There’s a lot of power in making him respond to me this way, to the need he has that’s palpable in the air.

The need that matches my own.

I pull back to see the redness already forming on his skin, and all it does is fuel me even more, making me hungrier for this strange control I feel with him, that’s so foreign to me.

I do the same to his neck, suck the blood to the surface, leaving something of me behind so Tiernan will think of me every time he looks in the mirror, the same way I had done with him. So that everyone who sees him will know he let me have my way with him.

He doesn’t stop me, his blunt nails making their own marks down my back before he shoves his hand beneath my shorts and underwear to cup my ass. He squeezes hard, pulls me closer, my body moving against his.

I swear he feels hotter than most, his hold hard and demanding, soft, surprising noises falling from his lips, as though he’s too blissed out to try and hide them.

Tiernan shoves my shorts and underwear beneath my ass, using both hands to pull me closer. Using my teeth on him again, I nip at him, nip and suck, marking him until I’m so fucking close to coming that I have to pull back.

“Are you done making a point now?” he asks cockily.

“God, you’re such an asshole.”

Tiernan shrugs. “Yes. But you are too, you just try to hide it more than me.”

My heart slams against my chest at the truth he laid out for me, one I’ve already thought about, but it feels different to hear him say it.

There are ways Tiernan and I are the same.

That doesn’t mean I don’t hate him. That doesn’t mean I won’t hurt him to get what I want, the revenge I deserve, but we are… similar.

“No comeback.”

“I thought you were sucking my dick.”

“You’re lucky I want you, otherwise talking to me like that wouldn’t bode well for you. Doing it after tonight won’t either.”

I roll my eyes, feigning indifference, but I’m all too aware that Tiernan is a real threat. I know more about him than he could ever imagine.

“Get naked,” he tells me, and I open my mouth to reply, but he’s already anticipating me, saying, “Fuck me. I know.”

Okay, so maybe I’m slightly predictable when it comes to him.

My feet hit the carpeted floor as I finish removing my clothes. Tiernan watches me, lying on his back, on my bed, with a smirk on his lips and all the confidence in the world in his eyes.

“I see your big balls aren’t only in the way you speak to me.”

“Shut the fuck up.” But I almost…smile. Why the fuck am I almost smiling at Tiernan O’Shea?

I don’t move, and he doesn’t take his gaze off me as he unbuttons and unzips his jeans, kicks out of them, then tosses them to the floor, followed by his underwear. He’s taking his sweet time, and I have no doubt he’s doing it on purpose, trying to drive me out of my fucking mind. It’s working.

I stroke my cock while he goes button by button before he takes off his shirt…and then the cocky motherfucker throws it at my face and laughs, this rich, almost happy sound that throws me for a loop.

The shirt hits the floor with a soft sound when I knock it off my face.

Tiernan scoots over and orders, “Lie down.”

Damned if I don’t do it.

In one swift movement, he straddles me again, thrusting his hips forward so our cocks rub together. “Look at this precum just for me. How many times have you jerked off thinking about me since the last time I made you shoot your load?”

“None.” I’m sure he hears the lie in my tone.

A dark look flashes over his face, his eyes narrowing. “Oh, that’s right. You thought the guy at the bar would make you come as hard as I do. He wouldn’t have. No one will.”

My first instinct is to tell him he’s wrong, that he’s not that good, but a small part of me believes him, as though this hate and anger and intrigue I feel about him isn’t something I’ll ever experience with anyone else.

But he expects that from me, wants me to try to lie to him about how wrong he is, so instead, I say, “Prove it.”

He cocks his head, like he’s trying to see something that’s not completely clear to him. I turn my head slightly, and he takes hold of my chin, moving it so I’m looking at him again. “None of that. No hiding now. It’s the fire in you that makes you interesting.”

If only he knew what I was hiding, he wouldn’t say that.

Tiernan kisses his way down my throat, licks each of my collarbones, before continuing down…down…past my nipples, licking a path down my chest and stomach, nipping at my skin and biting me while I writhe despite how much I don’t want him to know I enjoy this.

That I enjoy him.

Tiernan skips past my dick.

“What the fuck,” I shout at him, right before his tongue laps at my aching balls.

“Happy now? You’re more impatient than me.”

“I highly doubt that,” I tell him, but then I’m silenced by the wet feel of him against my nuts again.

Tiernan sucks one of my balls into his mouth, then does the same to the other. I reach for his head, but he pushes my hand away. “No touching yet. I’ll tell you when you can.”

“God, I fucking hate you.”

“Yes. I know, and as I said, most people do.”

And not for the first time, I do as he says, just needing his mouth more than anything else. Tiernan takes hold of my dick, gives it a slow stroke. “I like to put on a show.”

“Of course you do.” But the truth is, I want to watch him, want to see him savoring my dick and pleasuring me.

When I’m looking down at him, Tiernan’s green gaze holds mine fiercely, and then he takes a long swipe with his tongue, from the base of my dick to the tip. My hips buck forward, begging for more contact.

I say a silent thank-you when Tiernan gives me exactly what I want, sucking me into his hot, wet mouth.

He watches me as he bobs on my dick, swallowing around the head, looking like he’s enjoying one of his favorite fucking things, and again, a surge of power fills me, this undeniable feeling that Tiernan gives me.

“You look good with my cock in your mouth,” I tell him.

He pulls off to say, “I look good all the time,” and then he’s on me again, his hand working in tandem with his mouth, making every pleasure neuron inside me fire.

I thrust my hips slightly and he takes it, still watching me as my dick disappears in and out of his mouth.

My thighs are already beginning to tremble.

I can’t believe I’m so close to coming, but everything he’s said or done since he stepped into this room, from pushing his way inside to kicking Ollie out, to touching me, has been this heady form of foreplay.

I want to come in his mouth.

I want to make him swallow down all the cum in my balls because that feels like another way of marking him…of possessing him.

“I’m touching you.” If I don’t do it now, I won’t get to.

Tiernan doesn’t stop me when I grab his head, when I hold it while I pump my hips, fucking into his pretty, dirty, prick of a mouth. Tiernan takes it, seems to revel in it, as good at sucking dick as I assume he is at everything.

He’s perfect. His life is fucking perfect, and I’m not supposed to be here with him like this. Even more than that, I’m not supposed to want him.

He uses one hand to play with my balls and takes every single thrust I give him.

As much as I want to make this last, I know I can’t, so I let loose, give in, free-fall into this forbidden pleasure, my balls drawing up and filling his eager, hungry mouth.

He takes it all, doesn’t miss a drop while he still manages to suck me at the same time. The second my balls are drained, he’s pushing onto his knees. I guess he didn’t swallow it all because he spits some of my cum on his cock and uses it to jack off.

My body sizzles, comes alive again. That’s hands down the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, and the gleam in his eyes says he knows it, knows what he does to me and craves it as much as I crave him.

Tiernan’s powerful gaze holds mine until his mouth opens and he’s moaning out his release, shooting onto my stomach and groin just like he did the last time. When he’s milked everything from his cock, he uses his hand to rub his load into my skin again…and I don’t even try to stop him.

“Don’t shower tonight or tomorrow. I want you to smell like me all day.”

“No,” I argue, but the reality is, I’ll probably do it. He’s wearing my marks, so maybe I should wear his too, if for nothing other than to know it’s me who makes him feel this good. Me who drives him wild…the man destined to kill his father.

I don’t move as Tiernan gets dressed. He pulls his cell out of his pocket, and I’m struck speechless when he says, “What’s your number?”

No words come right away, so he asks me again.

“Why?”

“I want it.”

“I thought this was to get me out of your system.”

He shrugs. “You keep things interesting. No one around here dares treat me the way you do. For whatever reason, it gets my dick hard.”

He does the same for me.

“Give it to me, or I’ll take it from Aislin.”

With a sigh, I give in. But then I guess it’s not really giving in, is it? This is exactly what I wanted—to get close to him.

Tiernan enters my number into his phone, then pushes it back into his pocket and picks up The Count of Monte Cristo . “I’m borrowing this.”

“Fuck off. I’m reading it.”

He shrugs. “And now I am too.” He tosses a cocky grin over his shoulder and slips out of my room as easily as he came in.

Fuck. That was…I don’t even know what that was.

The hatred for him and myself still blazes beneath my skin, but I do what I do best and ignore it.

Reaching over the side of the bed, I find my underwear and shorts and pull them back on. I smell him on my skin, feel his sticky cum dried into me…and smile.

A second later, the door opens, and Ollie comes in. “Tiernan O’Shea? That’s who you’re hooking up with? You know who his father is, don’t you?”

My body tenses. Shame washes over me. “No,” I lie.

“Look him up—Sloan O’Shea. He’s dangerous, Dean.”

“I’ll be fine.” Another lie. Nothing will ever be the same again.