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FINN

T he annoyed look on Siobhan's face only makes me chuckle. I follow her into the apartment and lock up behind myself. Yes, I came here to get laid, but more importantly, I came with more information for her, and a warning. This is getting a whole hell of a lot more dangerous now, and I can't even tell her why it is. Ronan's intel is never wrong, though, so I'm doing the right thing by warning her. Besides, if she gets taken out, we have to start over with a new DPP.

"Well, that's a lovely greeting." The apartment smells like a man's cologne, making me wonder who she's had up to visit. It's not a scent I ever use, nor would I. Smells like an old man, or just one who bathes in the shit instead of a light spritz.

"I haven't had the best day. What do you want, Finn?" Siobhan parades her happy ass into the living room, and I lay the flowers on the glass dining table as I pass. Her short shorts are baggy, barely covering the curve of her ass, so that's where my eyes focus as she walks. The feel of that ass in my hands when we fucked last time comes to mind, making my cock start to swell just thinking of burying my dick in her again.

"I have a bit of news, maybe a warning." She rounds the couch as I speak, and I follow her. But as she plops down, I remain standing, watching her devour that bowl of pasta as if her life depended on it. She looks rattled, skin a bit pasty and pale, hands trembling slightly. I don't think I've had this effect on a woman in years, but maybe my surprise visit startled her. Or maybe there's another reason for her to be so shaken.

"Well, don’t just stand there, feckin' say something." She glowers at me, shoves another bite of food in her maw, and chews loudly as I study her. I wonder what's bothering her, but maybe I already know. Maybe they've already gotten to her and I'm too late.

"We have another player in the game." My eyes sweep around this room though I don't know what I’m searching for. Something just feels different now. "The Doyle Syndicate sent those two men to attack you. I'm not sure what they were aiming at doing, but that's who it was." Ronan called me yesterday to give me this update. He thinks somehow the Doyles have a stake in this game, that they sent men to rough her up and scare her into fighting harder to put Mick away.

It makes sense that they want her to be scared, and Mick would never hire a hit on a DPP while he's on trial. He's not that stupid. So the Doyles insisting that Mick be prosecuted, going as far as to frighten the prosecutor—well, it leads me to think they're behind this setup.

"It was O'Connor's men, Finn." Siobhan doesn't look impressed as she speaks. "My friend Detective Kearney already looked into it." She rolls her eyes like I'm stupid, but I know what Ro told me and he's never wrong. He knows this city better than anyone, has ears to the ground in so many places it's not funny. So who is lying to this detective? Or is he lying to Siobhan?

"Alright, well I just wanted to let you know you're not safe. O'Connors or Doyles, they're coming for you." I don't know why I even care, anyway. She's a good fuck, and she's the target I need to manipulate to get what I want, but outside of that, if she got her pretty little throat slit, I shouldn’t even pay any attention. But I care. Dammit, it goads me.

"I can handle myself," she says dryly, but her breath catches, and she clears her throat. The food is gone, but she clings to the bowl like it's a weapon. Something really has frightened her tonight. No wine means she's trying to stay alert. No weapon out means she's trying to prove to herself that she's not scared. But she's closed off—sitting with her body guarded, curled around that bowl.

"You okay?" I ask, and she glares at me.

"I have a fecking mobster in my house. Am I supposed to be okay?" Her tongue bites, but her eyes are soft. I'm confused by her behavior, but my gut tells me I'm probably not actually getting what I came here for.

"I was tryin' to be nice, woman. I don’t have to be here warning you. I don’t have to pay any attention to you. We could break down that fecking prison and take Mick out if we wanted, but we're trying to do this the right way because Aiden deserves justice and to break things down would only make Mick look guiltier." I run a hand through my hair and stomp off toward the door, and she lurches off the couch and throws the bowl at me. This time, though it slams into the same wall as the shattered glass I cleaned up, it doesn't break. She has a real fucking problem with that.

"Good, leave!" she screeches, and I whip around.

"What's your problem, cunt? I came here to be nice to you." I expect to see her angry, raging mad and desperate for me to get out of her apartment, but she's trembling, arms curled around her middle pushing her tits out in front. She looks small and frightened, and my instinct is to run to her and make her not feel that way.

"Leave," she squeaks, but I can't now. Not when I've seen this.

"Sib, what's wrong?" I take a step toward her and she tenses. "Did someone hurt you?" My eyes sweep the place again. I know something feels off. "Are they here still?" I ask in a whisper, and she runs to me, throwing her arms around me as tears leak out.

I pull her in, smoothing her dark hair down her back. I clasp her head to my shoulder, her middle against my chest, and hold her as she shakes. "Hey, what happened?"

"It was… Well, I can't say who it was, but they got in. He was in my fecking house when I got home. This place is secure." She pulls away and stares at me, but her hands rest on my biceps. My chest is pounding now too, adrenaline pumping to ready me for fighting, but I tell it to calm down.

"Who got in, Sib? Who was it?" I grab her by the arms and shake her gently, but she turns away.

"It wasn't someone dangerous, that's all I can say." Her lip squirms between her teeth and I shake my head. She's protecting someone.

"And you're frightened because…?" The only thing I can think is that this person is threatening her, and she is too afraid to tell me, maybe for fear they will harm her if she does.

"Because if this person can get into my apartment, anyone can." Siobhan's eyes turn to take me in, and I see the terror. I know all too well that feeling, hiding under my parents' bed, staring at the feet passing by as the men who broke into our home to harm my family search our things. It's normal in my world, but not in hers.

"Hey, I'm here… Shh." I pull her in again, and she relaxes into my arms. She's a fighter, body rigid with tension and ready to run if need be, but she lets me hold her. This is fucked up. I hate seeing her so terrified, and I'm supposed to be ready to slit her throat or something if she doesn't play by our rules. What the hell will I tell Ronan? That I'm falling in love with the prosecutor? I can't let this happen, but it's happening all the same and I don’t want to stop it.

"Please don't leave. Not tonight. Please stay with me," Siobhan begs, and I have no intention of leaving.

"I'll stay," I tell her, and I pull her head away and bring her lips to meet mine softly. Then I pull back so our eyes meet. She tastes like pasta sauce, sweet and tangy, and I want more of it.

"Thank you," she says, her voice so timid I wonder if she even approves of the words. This can't be good for Mick's case either—her being seen with a criminal associated with the man she's accusing of murder. If the judge throws the case because she's fucking me, I'll have to go back to the drawing board on how best to get Mick off the hook while still preserving the case so they can find Aiden's real killer.

Siobhan studies my eyes from only inches away, blinking rapidly. "Why do you care? Why are you here, Finn?" Her hands linger on my arms, sliding slowly up to my shoulders where her hands hook around my neck and play with the hair at the nape of my neck.

"Why does anyone do anything?" She's so close I can smell the lingering scent of her shampoo, something with coconut or shea butter. It's faint, but it's a good smell.

"No, I'm asking why you are." Her fingernails scrape the back of my neck, and even I question my motive. I'm supposed to be buttering her up, coaxing her into my web to force vulnerability and demand she do things my way. At this point, she could just recuse herself and be done with it and there would be no way for me to blackmail her. I'm not doing anything at all except getting my kicks.

"I'm here…" I start, but I have no words. This woman makes me want to be honest. "I'm here because you asked me to stay." It's all I can muster because the truth is, I'm here because she does something to me. She's got me by the balls.

"And?" she asks, licking her lower lip.

"And I want to bed you, maybe more than that. Maybe I'm a foolish man caught in the Black Widow's web, ready to be bled dry, but I want to be here because I want to be here." I pull her against my mouth in a crushing kiss she doesn't resist.

The kiss is searing, binding our lips together as our bodies begin to move toward the couch. Her hands are on my belt now, working to free me from the prison of my clothing while I shove her shorts down to mid-thigh and find her core dripping. My rock-hard cock is pulsing, skin so taut it feels like it will split open if I swell any more. I need to be inside her to ease the burning.

"Christ, woman. You're aching for it," I mutter against her ear before I peel her shirt off and reach around back to unclasp her bra. Her breasts spill free, full and heavy with small, dark nipples that peak under my scrutiny. She's breathing heavily now, biting her lip as if she's trying to keep quiet, and I can't help but smirk at the delicious paradox of it all.

"You want me to fuck you, Siobhan?" The look she gives me is pure fire and lust. I drink in and absorb the hooded gaze she gives me. This woman is intoxicating and she has my heart pounding.

"Yes," she breathes out on a shuddery exhale, and I smile as I push her back against the couch. She’s managed to get my pants undone, but I have to unsheathe myself. I tear off my shirt, tossing it, then yank my pants down and kick them off with my shoes. She watches me as she shimmies her shorts and panties the rest of the way down before I kneel between her knees.

"Say it again, louder this time," I grunt into her pussy as I lick hungrily at her folds. She tastes like heaven and damnation, salty and oh, so sweet.

"Finn!" She gasps my name as her head tilts back, and I grin. She claws at my shoulders, her nails tearing into my flesh under the force of it all.

"Finn, please," she begs.

"Please what? Do you want me to fuck you? Do you want me to fuck this tight little pussy until you scream my name, Sib?"

"Yes, please," she whimpers, lifting herself up toward my face as I grab her hips and pull her in harder against my mouth. She tastes even better than I imagined.

"Say it again," I growl, nipping her pussy in warning. "Say it."

"I want you to fuck me, Finn. Please!" Her eyes are glassy with arousal as I push two fingers into her core and stroke the bundle of nerves that makes her jolt and twitch. Her grip on my shoulders intensifies, and I suck her clit like a straw, drinking up her juices.

Siobhan shatters around my digits, screaming into the couch as her juices flood my face. Her face is flushed and her expression is one of pure pleasure mixed with a hint of pain. Her body is covered in a sheen of sweat, her hair clinging to her forehead. Her body is writhing and jerking, knuckles turning white with the force of her grip. Her pussy pulses and I love it, the way she loses control around me.

I lick up every drop of her moisture, watching her features contort in pleasure before I straighten on my knees and sheath myself in one startlingly long movement that draws a gasp from her lips.

"God, you feel wonderful," I growl, biting the column of her neck as I start to move, long, slow strokes at first that increase in fervor until we find a cadence that pleases us both. "You like being my fuck toy?" I manage to grunt out as her pussy tightens around me, but she doesn't answer me with words. Instead, she wraps her legs around my waist and pulls me close, forcing me to go deeper and harder until the couch creaks under our combined weight.

My hand comes down hard on her outer thigh and she gasps, clenching hard around me as she does. “Feck,” she grunts, and her nails dig into my ass to pull me deeper.

She's all slick heat and fire below me as her nails leave angry red marks on my back, but fuck if it doesn't feel good when she orgasms again. It’s all I can do not to lose my mind along with her as white-hot pleasure courses through me like lightning when she clenches around my cock hard enough to push me right to the edge.

She convulses and jerks, falling backward to the sofa, and I feel every twitch of her pussy wrapped around my shaft. Her tits bounce, arms limp at her sides, and her eyes roll back as guttural grunts of ecstasy escape her lips. My mouth waters at the sight of her writhing and convulsing. Her hips buck against mine, and I can taste the anticipation and arousal on my tongue.

When she stills, I unsheathe myself and grab her by the arm, turning her over. She’s limp and pliable, yielding to my movements. So I help her stand, forcing her to kneel on the sofa cushion and bend over the back of it. I spread her, peering down at her ass while I stroke myself. I’m close.

My thumb presses against her tight entrance, watching the muscles contract against my pressure. She’s slick enough that I don’t need lube as I line my cock up to her thick ring of muscles and push in, causing her to gasp out in pain mingled with pleasure.

“Shite, it’s hot,” I grunt as I push into her ass.

Her hands are braced on the cushions as I start to drive in and out of her, her ass jiggling with my motion and clenching around me in time with her moans. My engorged cock pistons in and out of her tight channel, each thrust becoming more aggressive than the last. She whimpers a moan, writhing and arching her back but forcing her hips backward into me. It’s hot, erotic, and I can’t get enough, even when I slap her ass harder than ever.

“Jaysus, fuck,” I growl, my lust building. My hand finds her clit, rubbing it faster and harder until Siobhan is coming around my cock once more. The added tightening is all it takes, and I erupt deep inside her, emptying myself with a growl.

My cock pulses as she continues to twitch, and when I pull out, she collapses on the sofa, curled into a ball on her side. Her breathing matches mine, heavy and labored, and I stand there for a moment watching her recover, admiring her perfect, silken skin.

I head for her bathroom, wash my dick and my hands. It goes limp as I stroll back to find my clothing, which she has in her hands. She's perched on the edge of the couch with a serious expression.

"I need that," I tell her, but she hugs my clothes to her chest.

"Stay with me. I don't feel safe. I want you here."

"Yeah, okay," I tell her as I sit next to her.

Siobhan drops my clothes and curls into me as I put an arm around her. She buries her face in my chest and we lie back on the sofa so I can hold her. My heart is still racing. So is hers, but my breathing is almost back to normal. It was incredible, but even more so is this moment.

"It was the judge," she whispers, but I catch it. She's confessing who came here to me, the person in her apartment when she got home.

"What did he want?" My wheels are already turning. What the hell would a criminal judge be doing visiting the home of the prosecutor of one of his trials? Is he looking for a mistrial? No… he's in on it somehow. I just know it.

"We're friends. He was here to warn me. Do you think I should get security?" Her question hangs in the air while I stay lost in thought for a moment and decide yes, she should.

My arm tightens around her. "I'll help you with that."

"This can't get out, Finn. No one can know this… this thing between us is happening." Siobhan looks up at me, and I kiss her forehead.

"No way in hell I'll tell a soul." Except Ronan… Because if the judge is in on it somehow, we have a new problem to deal with. Larger forces are trying to bury Mick, and that means they'll come for us next.