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CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

CATLIN

“The club?” My voice is soft as I muster through my question. “Is that the kind of things you like?”

Delicately pushing me from his chest, Finn rolls onto his side until we are facing each other. With my hands on his chest and his resting on my hip, his answer is honest. “That depends on what you saw.”

“I saw a lot .”

“One at a time then.” He gives a gentle nod for me to ask away.

“Watching? Or being the one they’re watching?”

“Yes,” he answers quickly, with no need to think about it.

“Oh…” I let out a little gasp, quickly gathering my thoughts. While walking that hallway felt dirty and wrong, there was something arousing and exciting about it as well.

“It’s not something you need to do tomorrow.” He rubs his thumb over my hip bone. “Or ever, if you aren’t comfortable. Both watching or being watched.”

“I kind of enjoyed watching. It was… Just, it was a lot.”

There’s a glimmer in his eyes, and his voice is laced with a tinge of excitement. “What else did you see?”

Thinking back on the acts I briefly saw, I recount the man with the same paddle Sister Francine had at boarding school—and how it only took one strike to never want to upset her again. “The paddles?”

“ Piscín , I would never want to hurt that gorgeous ass of yours.” His hand slides over my hip, and he firmly cups the cheek of my butt. “That’s definitely Liam’s thing,” he shares, and I can feel my brows scrunch in confusion.

Liam seems so sweet.

“There was a woman tied to some sort of bench.” I recall the woman completely helpless as a man had his way with her so roughly that tears painted her cheeks.

“Never,” he reassures me, as though he knew exactly what window I was referring to.

“I don’t get off on impact play—the paddles—or the idea of having you tied up. I have different needs,” he informs me. “More primitive. Primal.”

I stare back at him, not sure what to ask but wanting to know more.

“Teeth. Digging my fingers into your flesh. Nails.” He cocks a brow and looks at his shoulder, drawing attention to the deep scratches from my nails. “How you nearly drew blood when you clawed at my skin as you came.”

I run my fingers over the tender marks I didn’t know I had inflicted on him.

“I don’t want you bound in submission. I want you to fight, make me chase you down, and overpower you as I take what I want. Taking you the way we both secretly know you want me to.”

I swallow hard. “Like after the club in the park?”

Finn answers with a needy growl, “Exactly like the fucking park.”

“You liked chasing me?”

“In that moment, no,” he answers. “I was worried about losing you, what you’d seen, and how hurt you were. But yes, in different circumstances, I would’ve happily ripped off your panties and fucked you raw in the grass.”

A flush creeps over my cheeks as I remember being forcefully pinned beneath him, my heart racing with fear and adrenaline. In that moment, I hated him, but there was something else about it. Something I liked . Even now, I can’t deny the effect that thinking of him hunting me down has on me.

“Conor?”

“Gross. I’m definitely not into the idea of fucking Conor in the grass.” Finn feigns absolute disgust. “Or even remotely at all.”

“No.” I laugh, lightly slapping his chest. “I saw Conor.”

“Not into that either,” he quips. “Watching my brothers is… just… weird.”

“He was with a woman and another man. She was… With both of them… At the same time,” I struggle through describing what was happening between them.

“I have done that before,” he answers honestly.

“Oh.” The disparaged word falls from my mouth, knowing with certainty that is something I could never give him.

“That was with women who didn’t matter to me,” he clarifies. “I would never share you. I’m going to make sure the whole fucking world knows that I am the only man who will ever have the pleasure of the salvation found in the heaven nestled between your thighs.”

Did he just say what I think he did?

“Ever?”

Tucking a tendril of hair behind my ear, he imparts, “An eternity in heaven wouldn’t be long enough.”

“I lo—” My words are silenced as he abruptly rolls on top of me and crashes his lips into mine. He claims my mouth with renewed virility, taking my breath away as I feel him growing hard against me.

“I need more of you,” Finn groans, his words vibrating against my lips when he breaks our kiss. Shifting his weight and reaching between us, Finn rubs his hand up my inner thigh. “Are you sore? Or can I worship you again?”

I slide my hands along the muscles of his back as he rubs teasing circles around my entrance as I stare up at him. “Only if you show me?—”

Finn plunges two fingers into me, and a grunt erupts from me. “Show you what, p iscín ?”

His fingers thrust and curl inside of me, quickly leaving me breathless. “How you really like it.”

“Don’t make a sound as you come all over my hand and I’ll show you everything.” His gruff promise confuses me, but I nod as he continues to work his fingers into me. He’s firm and aggressively demanding my orgasm. I bury my face in my chest, hoping to muffle my whimpers and moans as he diligently works me to the edge. He grinds his palm over my clit, but I can’t hold back. Needing to scream, I sink my teeth into the flesh of his pec to silence my screams, and an animalistic growl rattles beneath my lips.

“Good fucking girl,” he gravelly whispers as he rolls from me and rubs his arousal-coated fingers over the deep red marks I left within the ink on his chest. He quickly rolls on a condom and sinks into me, burying himself deep. He fills me with long, deep strokes. “Show me what a good fucking girl you are as I make you come again.”