Page 11 of Duncan (Irish Mob of Boston #1)

Duncan

God, this woman may just be my undoing.

The way she responded to my touch fueled my desire more than her gorgeous body. I stared into her eyes as my fingertips played with the band of her lace panties—the only clothing she had on besides her fuck me heels.

Heels that would be staying on.

Slowly, I traced the edge of her panties, dipping my finger between them and her silky skin, teasing her. I hadn’t forgotten how she hung up on me without a goodbye. I simply got distracted, caught up in her.

Her lips, her body. Her goddamn energy was electric and fried my senses until nothing was left but my hunger.

“ Mo bandia , you hung up on me today,” I said in a low, dark voice.

“What?” she asked, confused by my sudden change.

My thumb ran over her seam, poorly hidden by the lace, causing her to gasp. Her eyes closed and her back arched.

“On the phone, earlier. You didn’t say goodbye. Just hung up as if I was insignificant. A bother you wanted to be rid of.”

I pressed against her clit, and she inhaled deeply. My tongue slid across her hip. My teeth grabbed the lace, tearing it apart.

“Duncan,” she breathed, her voice raspy with need.

“Shhh, mo bandia .”

Lifting my body from the bed, I kneeled between her legs. Gripping her panties with both hands, I tore them the rest of the way off, then brought them to my nose, inhaling her fragrance.

My cock hardened further. Jutting out, looking to sink into her depths. He’d have to wait.

“I didn’t appreciate being dismissed,” I explained as I ran my hands over her thighs. “Seeing you dismiss the Bloodletter might have gotten me hard, but, mo bandia , I will not be cast aside like a peasant. And for that, you will be punished.”

Her eyes flared in fear, and I smiled before leaning down to swipe my tongue through her folds. I grabbed her knees, spreading her apart, making room for me to torture the goddess before me.

My hands held her open, her knees pushed up to her shoulders as I licked and sucked. Pushing her higher and higher.

“God, you’re fuckin’ sweet.”

“If this is my punishment, I’ll hang up on you every day,” she panted, and I chuckled. She wouldn’t think so when she was cursing my name. “I’m so close, Duncan.”

That’s when I backed off. I kissed the inside of her thigh and ran my tongue up the inside seam where it met her hip. She was already a mess of her cum. Never had a woman respond to me the way Freyja Malpas did.

“Why did you stop?” Her breathing was erratic.

“I told you, mo bandia , you are being punished.”

“By not letting me come?” She leaned up on her elbows and glared at me through her parted legs.

I smiled. Her anger had diminished her release enough that I could dive back in to bring her to the brink once more.

Thank God, because one taste of her had me rethinking this punishment.

I sucked her clit between my lips, and she cried out, already rising to the peak. My finger slid into her pussy, and immediately I felt her constrict. Adding a second finger caused her to moan, and the sound had me leaking on the bed beneath me.

If I wasn’t careful, I would come before her, and this punishment would backfire horrifically. I pumped my fingers in and out with a steady rhythm that matched the flick of my tongue.

As soon as her walls began to close me in, I pulled out.

Her unsatisfied groan was music to my ears.

“Dammit, Duncan.” Her fist pounded the bed beside her hip and I wondered if she wished it were me she could pummel.

“I’ve only just begun, mo bandia .”

For the next twenty minutes, I brought her to the edge, only to pull her back viciously. I wanted her begging and pleading. Cursing my name.

I wanted her broken.

“Duncan, please. Please let me come.”

“I will, mo bandia , I will.”

Returning my tongue to her pussy, I lapped at her juices. My own climax was dangerously close. I was playing a game I might not win. I knew what I wanted from her.

But did she?

Her cries of desperation were making my dick pulse. I needed her to come as much as she did. I wanted to be inside her. But I was afraid I would blow the moment I entered her.

Pulling back again, Freyja screamed in defeat. “I’m sorry, Duncan. I’m fucking sorry. I will never hang up on you again. Just please let me fucking come!”

Thank God!

“Ní gá duit ach fiafraí agus tabharfaidh mé an domhan duit,” I groaned and returned my mouth to her pussy, quickly bringing her to the brink and shoving her over. Her screams of ecstasy rippled through my body.

I squeezed my dick, hard. My own breaths coming in short and labored.

“Are you ready, mo bandia ?”

I didn’t wait for her answer. Grabbing a condom from the drawer, I quickly sheathed myself and entered her violently, only stopping once I was fully seated.

FUCK!

I buried my head in her neck, willing myself to go slow. I deserved more than a few pumps. I wanted to spend hours inside this woman.

My lips latched onto her neck, sucking and licking until she squirmed beneath me.

“Duncan, I need you to move.”

“Not yet, mo bandia . If I move now, it will all be over in the blink of an eye. Watching you come has me so on edge myself, I’m afraid one stroke inside your warm pussy will have me falling apart.”

Was I being too honest? Maybe.

I was certainly giving her the ammunition to have power over me. This woman could own me if she wanted to. All it would take was a smile and crook of her finger and I would follow her anywhere.

Lifting my head, I looked at her face. “Open your eyes, Freyja. I want to watch as you come undone.”

When she opened her eyes, I pulled back, pushing in with excruciating control. I slowly reentered her and stared as everything she felt showed on her gorgeous face.

Every inch of push and pull changed her expression. From agony as I pulled out, morphing into pure bliss when I pushed back in. Fuck, she was killing me. I wouldn’t last much longer with the pleasure I saw etched into her features.

I wanted to see that look every day. Morning, noon, and night. Fuck Sal and the family. This woman was it for me. I wanted to be consumed by her. I wanted to step out of the darkness that had been my life since birth and bask in the light of her shadows.

Her breathing picked up. She was getting close. The walls of her pussy fluttered over my dick and I squeezed my own eyes shut, unable to handle the intense feeling of being inside this woman.

Two chance meetings and I found myself in paradise.

There was still a small voice inside my head asking if they were really by chance. A voice that sounded a lot like my boss. I pushed it aside and concentrated on Freyja’s pleasure. Mine would come when hers did.

I rocked back and forth, her legs wrapped around my waist, her heels digging into my ass. Giving me just enough pain to hold back my orgasm.

Gathering her in my arms, I rolled us over so she was on top of me.

“Ride me, Freyja. Take what you need.”

She looked at me from above, her dark hair falling around her face. Her violet eyes darkened to a seductive plum. Her smile spread and she placed her hands on my chest.

Rising and falling, she gave no thought to me. Taking me at my word, she rode me as though I was nothing but a tool for her enjoyment.

Throwing her head back, she arched forward, moving her hands behind her before grabbing onto my thighs. Her nails dug into my flesh. It wouldn’t have surprised me if she’d drawn blood.

“Come for me, Freyja. Use me selfishly for your pleasure. I wanna see you fall apart so I can put you back together.”

My thumb circled her clit, and her walls clamped down. I jack-knifed up and grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her lips to mine. As much as I wanted to hear her scream my name, I wanted to swallow her orgasm and let it fuel mine.

Falling back on the bed, I brought her with me. My hands reached her for ass and I squeezed and massaged as I crushed her against me. Her hands pulled at my hair in her frenzied state and I pumped faster. My goal was to bring her to the edge and follow her over it.

I felt her body stiffen. “That’s it, mo bandia . Let go. Come with me.”

Her body shot up, and her mouth opened on a silent cry as I pumped harder. Desperation fueled my thrusts. I wanted to explode inside her while she held my cock hostage in her warm cavern.

“ Duncan .”

Her whispered cry was enough to end me. My balls pulled up inside my body, forcing me to detonate. With my heels planted on the bed, I arched my hips and shot my cum into the condom. And for a moment, I wished I was bare.

Despite my reluctance to become a father and provide fodder for our enemies, it didn’t stop me from wanting to paint her insides. Claim her as mine.

We fell back to the bed, a mess of tangled limbs and heavy breaths. Our bodies, slick with sweat, stayed locked together. I didn’t want to let her go.

She slid off me, as if she thought I would let her leave. Instead, I pulled her against my chest.

“Where are you going?”

“I need to clean up.”

“Just wait. I’ll take care of you.”

I kissed her temple and moved from beneath her. Walking to the bathroom, I left the door open as I discarded the condom and washed up. With a new warm washcloth, I entered the room and stopped.

How was I here?

What had gone right in my life that I was in bed with a woman like Freyja Malpas?

She laid on the bed, her eyes closed. Her breaths were slow and shallow, and I wondered if she’d fallen asleep. Carefully, I kneeled between her legs and washed her up before finally removing her shoes. When she didn’t stir, I knew she had dozed off.

The smile was involuntary.

I might want to talk with her, but I wouldn’t fault her for drifting off. What we just experienced had the power to wear anyone out. Only, I was more energized than if I’d spent hours in the gym.

And fucking Freyja Malpas was a hell of a lot more fun than being in the gym.

My phone rang from the other room, and I closed the door so the sound wouldn’t disturb her. Looking at the screen, I noted it was three in the morning.

“This better be fuckin’ good,” I hissed into the phone.

“We found him.”

The growl came naturally. “Be specific. There is more than one asshole we’re searching for.”

Cian cleared his throat. “We found the mole.”

“Who the fuck is it?” I asked, reaching for my pants.

“Garritt.”

“ Fuck! ” I whispered a curse. I looked at the bedroom door where Freyja lay sleeping. I couldn’t leave her without a word, and I didn’t want to wake her up.

“It can wait until morning. Callum has him on ice.”

“Probably literally.”

Cian chuckled on the other side of the line, and I smiled. Callum Malone should have always been the head in New York. But Nolan Kelley charmed Eamon’s daughter and stepped in front of him.

“What time will you be here in the morning?”

“We’re shooting for eight a.m.”

I heard a voice in the background and narrowed my eyes. “You got a woman at your place?”

“What if I have? You’ve got one at yours.”

“Yea, but mine ain’t married,” I countered.

“Neither is mine.”

“What the fuck are you doing, Ci?”

“It’s not your business who I fuck, Dunc.”

“She finds out and you won’t stand a chance.”

I rubbed the back of my neck, waiting for my friend to answer. He was playing with fire. We were closing in on Kelley and then Caity would be in the clear.

“It’s not like that.”

“The fuck it isn’t—”

“We’ll meet you at the deli at eight,” he said, and disconnected the call. I looked at the black screen and cursed.

Why the fuck does everybody hang up on me?