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SIOBHAN

M y hands fumble with the key to my penthouse. I'm wasted and terrified. "I just can't…" I slur, looking up at Finn's face through blurry eyes. He seems to understand, taking the keys from my fingers to unlock my door.

I asked him to come up, too scared to walk myself to my own fucking apartment door after what just happened. I told him to go, waved him off like I knew what I was doing, but clearly, I have no clue what I’m doing and those men… they could have…

"I got it," he says. Finn's calm strength is comforting. He unlocks the door and opens it for me, follows me in as I wobble and sway. Inside the safety of my apartment, I feel better, but I don't want him to leave yet. He kept those men from doing the unspeakable things they may have done after I rejected his kindness. I owe him at least a cup of coffee.

"Want something to drink? Coffee? Beer?" I drop my clutch on the glass top table of my dining room. It's dark, the only light coming from the small floor lamp on the far opposite side of the room near the windows overlooking St. Stephen's Green and the city center. This time of day, it's nothing but twinkling lights, but during daytime, it's a fabulous view. For now, I'm in darkness, seeing only Finn's silhouette as he locks the door behind himself.

"No, thank you."

"Well, you just saved me, so I owe you something." Finn is a dangerous man, there's no doubt about that. But I feel safe with him here—much safer than on the street with those thugs. And any personal vendetta I have isn't against him as a man, but more so the lifestyle he lives, the organizations as a whole. I can separate that for one evening to thank a man who saved my honor.

"I have something else in mind," he murmurs, and it makes goosebumps rise on my arms. I kick off my heels and press a hand to the cool glass, leaning on it. I still feel the moisture between my thighs that he elicited just by undressing me with his eyes. His touch was electric too, and my body already feels it with him seemingly miles away.

"What's that?" I ask, expecting him to come right over and undress me, but he passes by me entirely. When he walks around the bar and the lights come on, I strain at the brightness. "What are you doing?"

Finn searches my cupboards and takes out a glass, fills it with water, and then returns to my side, taking me by the hand to the living room where we sit on my white leather sofa. "Here," he says, putting the water in my hands. He curls some hair around my ear and watches me, nodding in a gesture intended to tell me to drink.

I sip, unsure of what to even feel. I'm ready to spread my legs and sit on this man's face and he's acting like a gentleman. Because of those men, maybe? Why else would he not come at me again? We're alone here. He has no reason to hold back. We were both massively turned on and ready to go at it only twenty minutes ago, and now this?

"What are you doing?" My suspicion has to be answered. Even in my drunken state, I can see something is going on inside his head.

"You need to get a security team. After that, you have to see that you're not safe. You're a DPP, woman. The creatures are going to crawl out of the darkness to come after you now that you're trying this high-profile case."

I narrow my eyes at him and drink more, then set the glass to the side. "Is that what you've done, then?" He pauses a beat and shakes his head like he doesn't know what I'm insinuating. "You hired those men to come at me so you could rush in and play the hero? Get me to invite you up here and then what? You’ll kill me now?"

The words spill out of my mouth and I don't try to stop them. He's got his wheels turning now. I'm not stupid, just drunk. And for some strange reason, very calm now. No longer anxious at all. I suppose that is the alcohol.

"I'm not that sort of man, Siobhan." Finn rises as if to leave, and I snag his hand.

"Stay…" The words hang in the air as an open invitation, and I don't hide the meaning.

"Think what you want about men like me, but don't lump me into the rest of the group. I'd never do that to you or any other woman. O'Rourkes live by a code." He pulls his hand from my grasp and continues to walk toward the door, and I shoot to my feet and snip at him.

"Are you all gay or something? A beautiful woman, available and ready to be your sex pet, and you just walk away?" My chest is heaving as I spit out the words. "Don't think you'll get a lick of information from me at all. You're a monster, plain and simple. Just like them all. It's all you'll ever be."

Finn stops and turns back to me, but the anger or darkness I hope to see in his eyes isn't there. He's amused at my drunken railing and he chuckles.

"A woman with a mouth like that has got to be absolute raging fire in the sack, no?" He quirks up one eyebrow, and now I'm fuming mad at him. I pick up the glass of water and launch it at him, but it misses, smashing against the dining room wall and shattering. The water runs down the wall slowly, puddling by the broken glass.

"Wouldn't you like to know!" Turning, I stomp off toward my bedroom, and before I even get out of the living room, Finn is there, gripping my wrist so hard I think he'll break my arm. He twists it up behind my back and pushes me against the wall where his hot breath dances across my cheek from behind. I turn my head and let the cold plaster chill my hot cheek, and he bites my earlobe.

"Actually, I would." His growl makes a shiver of arousal crawl down my spine to my core. It pools there, furthering the warmth that’s already been pulsing through me. His attitude, the way he commands my attention is so attractive, I can’t help but melt in his presence.

"Screw you."

"Is that an invitation?" he asks me as he grabs a handful of my ass and grinds his hard dick into the back of my thigh. I’m shocked to feel how turned on he is by me. "Because I'll take it if it is."

Before I even know what’s happening, he has me turned around, still pinned to the wall, and my dress is folded down around my waist, bare chest exposed to his greedy eyes, which devour me. I’m shocked and embarrassed, but my body is on fire for him, pussy pulsing and aching to be touched.

“Finn, what are you doing?” I manage to ask as he kneels down, taking my dress and panties with him, and his hot breath fans across my wet center as his face closes in on my shaven mound. I’m not thinking straight, clearly. I’m making a mistake. This is completely out of character for me.

“I was thinking of collecting on that offer from the club minus the audience.” He growls before he roughly pushes his tongue between my folds, lapping at my arousal and causing me to moan loudly.

“Finn…” I warn, but it comes out as a moan as he adds a finger to the mix, thrusting it inside me as he devours me whole with his mouth. His stubble scrapes on my thighs as his tongue invades me. I am shuddering, bracing myself on this wall because I know I’m going to fall over if I don’t.

“You taste just as sweet as I knew you would, Siobhan.” His thumb strokes my clit as he speaks, and I tangle my fingers in his hair as the room spins around us. “You know, I’m absolutely a horrible monster just like you say I am. And men like me are really good at doing very bad things to women who taunt them. Maybe you’ll be more careful next time.” He adds a second finger, then a third, and I’m grunting, barely hanging on to the breath in my lungs. “Or are you going to keep running that pretty mouth of yours?”

“Oh, fuck me, Finn. Just fuck me already!” I’m lost in the pleasure he’s giving me, and I don’t care who he is or what he does when he’s not here with me. All I know is that Finn O’Rourke has the tongue of a god and I want him to use it all over me.

With a wicked grin, he adds a fourth finger, his pinky, twisting and pushing hard against my entrance. “Is that what you want, Siobhan? You sure? Because I can be very bad in ways you’ve never imagined.”

My God, he’s going to put his whole fucking fist into me, and I fucking want it. “Yes…” I gasp, and I use his shoulders for support as I lean forward over him. His mouth returns to suck my clit as he slides his thumb in and I feel like I’m being torn in two. My core is ready to burst, my coil poised to snap.

“Oh, shit… Oh, holy mother,” I grunt. Every twist of his hand pushes it deeper until his fist sinks into me. My body shudders and loses control. It’s thick and huge, stretching me, filling me. I gasp and grunt, barely able to put words into the atmosphere, but I’m going to break open.

“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna…”

“That’s right, baby. Come for me, Siobhan. Let me hear you scream.”

And scream I do, my body racking with an orgasm so powerful it steals my breath.

I see stars, my vision blurring from the intensity of my orgasm. My body is convulsing, writhing in pleasure as waves of ecstasy wash over me. An overwhelming rush of intense pleasure floods my body, causing me to jolt and contort, my face twisted. My mouth is dry, my breath stolen by the force of my orgasm. My lips part in a silent scream as I taste the salty sweat on my lips. My muscles contract and relax, aching with the intensity of my release. His hand is still inside me, pumping and thrusting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body.

I feel like I’m floating, suspended in a haze of blissful oblivion.

Finally, as my climax subsides, I slump against the wall, gasping for air. My heart races, thudding in my ears as my body trembles with post-orgasmic shudders. A satisfied grin spreads across Finn’s face as he pulls his hand away, his fingers glistening with my juices. He stands up, adjusting his pants to conceal the obvious bulge that strains against his trousers.

“Was that what you wanted?” he asks, a smirk playing on his lips.

I can only manage a nod, too spent to form words. My body is still tingling, sensitive in places I didn’t know existed.

“Good,” he says, caressing my cheek gently. “Because there’s more where that came from, and you’re going to need your strength.” Finn vanishes, and all I can do is lean against the wall. I hear water running, then I see him across the room sweeping up the glass. When he returns, he has a new glass of water and his hands are clean. The bulge in his pants is so obvious, and he hasn’t just left me standing here naked for no reason.

He stands in front of me for a moment as I gather myself. I’m still drunk, but the alcohol is beginning to fade. I keep my eyes on him as I walk to the bedroom, backing down the hallway into my sanctuary where I hope to God he finishes what he’s started.

He stalks me, leaving the bedroom door open, his shoes beside it. He sets the glass on the nightstand as I hover near the foot of the bed feeling awkward with my own moisture running down my thighs.

When he takes his pants off, his cock springs up. He’s huge—not nearly as thick as his fist, but huge. My eyes lock on it hungrily. I want him.

“Get on the bed.” It’s a command, and my toes curl at the authoritative edge in his voice. I do as he says, climbing up onto the bed, my back against the headboard and my knees bent.

Finn joins me on the bed, his body towering over mine. He grips my ankles, spreading them apart and sliding his fingers between my folds. “Look at me,” he growls, and I obey. His eyes are dark pools of lust and desire as he spreads my thighs and uses his firm grip to force me into a lying position.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk straight tomorrow.”

As he speaks, he rubs his massive erection against my still-sensitive clit, making me whimper again. He positions himself at my entrance, his tip teasingly brushing against my wet folds. My breath hitches in anticipation, my body aching for him to fill me up.

“Siobhan—”

“Sib,” I hiss, “call me Sib.” My hands reach for him and pull him down harder, but he resists plunging into me. The teasing is torture. I want more.

“Sib,” he corrects himself, leaning down to kiss me roughly. His tongue invades my mouth, his cock still teasing my entrance. “Beg me for it.” I moan into his mouth, unable to form coherent words as the need for him overwhelms me.

“I said beg me,” he growls, his grip on my thighs tightening. “Tell me you want my cock inside you.”

“Oh, God!” I cry out, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment, but the need for him too great to care. “I want it.”

“Say the words.” He’s dipping in now only an inch at a time, but I feel him pressing there, eager to take me.

“I want it. Your dick in me.”

“Say cock. Say you want my cock inside your goddamn pussy, woman.” His grip tightens, almost hurting me. It’s like he has a script in his head that if I don’t follow it, he can’t come or something. The edge to his tone frightens me, but I manage to whimper out an answer he’s pleased with.

“I want your fecking cock inside my body now.”

With a growl of approval, he slams his entire length into me in one swift, hard thrust. It nearly shatters me with the force. He’s thick and long, hitting my back wall, and even after being fisted, he doesn’t disappoint.

“Oh, fuck yes!” I cry out, gripping the sheets as he starts to move, hips rocking in a primal rhythm. It's like he's both punishing me and worshiping me at the same time. His eyes are locked on mine, his jaw clenched and veins popping out of his neck. His face is a mask of concentration.

He thrusts into me like he’s trying to split me in half—and I don’t care. I want more of him. Harder, faster, deeper. I wrap my legs around his waist, urging him on as the cold air from the open window teases my overheated skin.

“Finn,” I moan, my climax building again. “Fuck me!”

“Sib,” he grunts, and it sends me over the edge again. My second orgasm is even more intense than the first, my muscles clenching around him as I cry out his name.

It’s like falling from the highest peak of a mountain, the rush of adrenaline and release of pent-up energy overwhelming and all-consuming. Every muscle in my body tightens and coils around him, grasping for more as I cry out his name like a prayer to the gods. It’s a moment of pure pleasure and surrender, a symphony of sensations that leaves me breathless and exhilarated.

Finn doesn’t stop, though. He keeps pounding into me, his own climax building. His breaths are ragged, his eyes wild as he stares down at me. “I’m gonna…” He growls, and that's all the warning I get before he explodes inside me, his hot seed filling me up. His shaft pulses with release, his hips pumping slower and slower.

When his lips claim a kiss from mine, I don’t resist him. He’s fire and ice, the devil and my savior, and I’m so lost in the way I feel, I can’t decide which I want more. To be saved or to be possessed by this man every day.

His phone rings somewhere across the room, and I suck in a breath and blow it out. The scent of his cologne mingled with the smell of sex gives a heady feeling.

“I have to go.” Finn pulls out, leaving his sex puddling on the comforter under me. I roll to my side and watch him dress, wishing the lights were on so I could see what I imagine is a perfectly sculpted body.

"You can't stay?" I ask softly.

"Business… but maybe another night." When he's dressed, he comes over and kisses my forehead. "That was incredible."

The low rumble vibrates me. I reach for him. "Stay…" My drunken stupor is lifting, so I'm not sure why I'm still doing this. I'm insane. He's a fucking mobster and I'm the deputy prosecutor.

"Rest. You need to think about this before you say anything else." He's gentle with me, more so than I ever imagined a man like him could be, and then he's gone, and I'm finding myself fading into sleep.

What the actual fuck have I done?