Page 80 of The Mafia Enforcer's Temptation

“Do you think,” he whispers, hand now moving down to slide a finger into me, then another, to open me so he can push the head of his cock in, “I give a fuck who sees us? But it’s late, so if you’re quiet, maybe no one will come looking to see what the noise is.”

And then he pulls his finger out, only to slam balls deep into my ass.

I have to bite my lip, hard enough that I taste blood.

Because he doesn’t stop. He pulls out and then thrusts back in, taking me hard and fast and deep.

I come on him in minutes. All the danger and worry has morphed into desire and the desperate need for release.

Seamus isn’t far behind me, and he mutters, “Fuck, yes, sweet thing,” as he comes, his cock swelling, twitching inside my ass.

Then he pulls out, puts himself away, and throws me over his shoulder. His fingers move into my pussy, keeping the fires burning. I can see my jeans, shoes, and panties on the floor as we turn the corner to the stairs, and he marches us up the flights to his room.

He tosses me onto the bed and disappears into the bathroom and the shower starts. Without a word, Seamus returns and strips down, then removes my t-shirt and bra. He takes me into the shower with him where he cleans me and soon, it starts all over again.

I let it.

I need it.

Need him.

Because this is a wordless truth, a moment out of time.

Tomorrow, the war can resume.

NINETEEN

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Red is definitelyAva’s color. And the black curved neckline of the dress I bought her for the meeting with her lawyer gives a feminine edge to the word power.

It should drain the power away.

It doesn’t.

Instead, the power’s sharpened, honed into something utterly mesmerizing and deadly. The patent black heels add to the overall ensemble.

She looks fucking incredible.

I sip my coffee, trying to get my thoughts under control.

Ava sits straight up in her seat, like she’s waiting to find out her fate at the hands of her boss.

In a way, I suppose she is. But we’re taking over this little bratva, hopefully in peace. Although, after my early-morning discussion with Cal, he’d be fine taking it with force. Quietly and swiftly, if need be.

It isn’t protected.

There’s no one waiting in the wings to come out and stomp on a coup.

Only, the idea that if someone steps in to claim it, then it might combust and everyone on the inside loses out.

The bratva is gold for those who are involved with it, but not big enough or powerful enough to risk making enemies over.

Rather clever, in my opinion. Very Irish.

Carve out something no one you let in can do without, but make it small enough that they won’t bother taking it in a power struggle because it could start a domino effect straight into war, and all you’d get at the end of the day would be defunct smuggling routes.

The ones on the other end won’t trust someone who took it over by force, either.