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Cillian

I had to leave before I kissed Bia. Watching as she stared up at me with her big sweet brown eyes made me want to hold her.

But I can’t. I won’t let myself get close to her. She is only here to guarantee that I take my rightful place as Boss of the Irish Mafia. Granted, it helps that Bia has been raised in our world and is Mafia royalty being a Greek Mafia Princess.

Being around her is pushing my restraint; yesterday she looked so fucking beautiful. When I stood behind her, Keenan, and Kayleigh as they all were laughing, I couldn’t help it as my eyes made their way down her body. The dress was overall very conservative except it being strapless, but the way it hugged her curves had me swallowing my tongue.

How I wanted to unlace her dress and watch as it pooled at her feet. What was she wearing under her dress? Was she wearing anything at all?

No. I can’t daydream about Bia and her sexy body when I need to pack a bag and get ready to fly to Turkey to make sure they understand Bia is under my protection.

An hour later, I park my car and get out at our private airport. I grab my bag before, nodding to one of our soldiers who will take care of my car.

Father is already seated with his laptop open.

“Took you long enough,”

he says without looking up.

“Had to go back to my penthouse to grab my bag,”

I mutter as I sit down across from him.

“If you were living at the mansion, you wouldn’t have to run back to your penthouse, now would you?”

“Not getting into this with you.”

“Don’t worry, I’m just going to sit back and watch you make a fool out of yourself,”

Father snickers. I glare at him before opening my own laptop and using the next five hours to get work done.

Robert and Oscar don’t bother to hold in their laughter as they watch Father’s cocky grin. He thinks he knows everything but it’s not exactly like his marriage to Mother was happy and blissful. They were an arranged marriage, and they told me in the beginning it was very rocky.

***

When we arrive at Kaan Eres’s mansion, we are escorted inside by ten guards. A bit of overkill if you ask me, but granted, we didn’t really give him a choice with this meeting. It was either he meets with us, or there would be consequences. Bloody consequences.

Kaan meets us out front with his underboss; he spreads his arms open wide.

“If it isn’t the Irish Mafia. Welcome to my home. Come, we will talk in my office.”

I eye Oscar, and by the look on his face, I can tell he is up to something. Kaan is known to be a slippery snake.

He holds the door for us as we all walk inside his office to take

a seat. He walks past us and takes a seat. He leans forward on his elbows with his fingers intertwined.

“So, what is this meeting that I had to have with you about?”

I take the lead on this. “I want to know why you tried to kill Bia Vasileious.”

“If I was to want to kill someone, I would have succeeded in killing them. Not failing. I don’t fail,”

he says cockily.

“Then you want to tell me why Xander says you were the one who contacted him after she was attacked and demanded he change my mind about me marrying Bia instead of one of your daughters?”

“I can assure you the attack didn’t come from me.”

“Where is your proof?”

Father demands.

“You’re just going to have to take my word for it, but now that you mention it, it’s not a bad idea.”

“Don’t be stupid. Bia is under the O’Sullivan’s protection, and

if she is hurt there would be deadly consequences. It would be a shame if your whole family and Mafia were to be wiped out.”

“You fucking better not even think about it.”

Kaan gets up and points his gun at me. I sit back further in my chair, not bothered. We

both know if he pulls the trigger, he won’t make it out of this office alive.

“Fluke accidents happen all the time. This is your warning; you cross into my territory at all, it will be war. A war I can promise you won’t win.”

“So, she is with you then?”

“She is my fiancée where else did you expect her to be after she was attacked?”

“Of course. We don’t need a war with you. I promise your

fiancée won’t be hurt. Let’s go eat, my daughters will be joining us,

maybe you will change your mind. We both could greatly benefit from

a marriage alliance,”

Kaan says.

“I’m a man of my word.”

We walk in and they have a feast laid out across two tables. The maids escort us to our seats and within a few minutes we have plates full.

“Gentlemen, I would like to introduce you to my daughters. My oldest daughter, Aylin, and my youngest daughter, Alara,”

he says, and

we each greet them.

“Girls, this is Peter O’Sullivan, his oldest son, Cillian, his other son, Oscar, and his second in command, Robert.”

During dinner I talked with Aylin; she is a sweet girl. Tells me how she enjoys art and hopes whoever her future husband will be will allow her to pursue art. I wish I could say the dinner was an enjoyable affair, but it would be a lie. Alara has been relentlessly flirting with me.

“What’s Ireland like?”

she says as she grazes her hand across my arm.

“It’s very cold right now,”

I say as I move her hand away from me.

“Oh, that must mean you must snuggle with someone to keep warm.”

“No, that’s what blankets were invented for.”

“But it sounds soooo romantic to snuggle up with someone at night to stay warm.”

“We have heat to keep us warm.”

“I’m sure, but who wouldn’t love to snuggle up with someone?”

“Sure.”

“Alara, let Cillian enjoy his dinner.”

Alara glares at Aylin, “Shut up! Just because Cillian doesn’t want to marry you. Not that it is a shocker, but he isn’t married yet, so I still have a chance for him to marry me.”

“That’s enough.”

I said loud enough for the whole room to look at us.

“I’m already engaged, you are aware of this. I will not go back on my word, nor would I want to marry a vile woman like you.”

“What?”

she asks with tears brimming in her eyes.

“I listened to how you just talked to Aylin. If you can’t be kind and respectful to your own sister, how could I expect you to treat my family like they deserve?”

“I would. You don’t understand, she is just an embarrassment to our name. No one will marry her; she is just so…”

She pauses to look up and down at her sister.

“I would rather pick her than you.”

“What? How can you say that? She is so ugly, and I’m beautiful.”

“Actually, it’s quite the opposite. Aylin is sweet, genuine, with a heart of gold. And you are nothing but a cold, vile woman.”

“My family needs this alliance.”

“And? I would never marry a child, and you're not even sixteen yet. You have a lot of growing up to do before you are even close to being ready to marry. I feel bad for the sorry bastard who will be forced to marry you.”

“You bastard,”

she yells as tears stream down her face.

“Guards! Get rid of her,”

Kaan yells. Two guards grab her by the arms and frog hop her out of the room. She goes to protest, but when she catches the glare her father sends her, she decides against it. After she is out of sight, Kaan turns to me.

“Cillian, I’m so sorry. I have no idea what got into her, she never acts that way.”

Aylin looks down and slightly shakes her head.

“Thank you.”

I have a feeling she is daddy’s spoiled little princess and gets whatever she wants. Kaan sucks up to me for the rest of the dinner, making sure anything and everything I want, I have.

As irritated as I was at Alara, I’m more irritated with Kaan. I feel like asking him if he wants to eat my ass at this point.

I look over at Father and see the amusement in his eyes. He knows I hate people who suck up to me. I would rather them be honest.

An hour later, I can finally excuse myself from dinner. Kaan tells me if I need anything to let him know. I thank him again for dinner before I go back to my bedroom.

Once inside the privacy of the room, I decide the only way at this point to end the day is with a hot shower. I step under the hot water and let the tension in my shoulders relax for a moment.

Is this what I avoided when I married Meredith and didn’t have an arranged marriage? All the unnecessary fuss, engagement ball, bridal shower, the wedding. With Meredith, we just went to the courthouse. Granted, with Meredith I was doing it for her protection, but it was so much easier. I guess that made up for the stress she put me through after we were married.

I can’t see Bia doing any of the stuff Meredith did. Throwing tantrums in stores because they didn’t have what she wanted and using my name to get her way. Our biggest fight was going from flirting and wanting attention of all the men around us to acting scared that one of them was going to hurt her.

Bia, sweet Bia, doesn’t have a mean or malicious bone in her body. Thinking about my little lamb and those deep brown eyes has me moving my hand down around my hard shaft. Imagining her gasp as she takes me in, naked in front of her. Where would she lay her dainty little hands? Would she start on my chest and slowly trace each muscle? Would she immediately wrap her hands around my hard cock? Would she play with my piercings on my cock?

I groan as I move my hand up and down my shaft like she would do.

I would toss her onto the bed and watch as her naked tits bounce as she lands on the bed. I would lean over her and suck one of her nipples into my mouth, would she want me to be sweet and treasure her? Or would she want me to bite her nipples? Would that bit of pain make her sweet pussy wet for me?

I can’t wait to sink myself inside of her, how would it be taking her virginity? I groan, moving my hand faster up and down my shaft, imagining how tight she will be, squeezing my cock. Knowing that my sweet princess has never been touched and never will be touched by anyone besides me.

“Just like that, little lamb,”

I groan. She would look up into my eyes, looking like the sweet innocent woman I crave. I want to taint her, own her, possess her, claim every inch of her.

Watching as her eyes would roll in the back of her head as I made her cum, and she would scream my name until her voice became hoarse.

“Fuck.”

Imagining her sweet moans as I would thrust in and out of her.

“Cillian. I…I need.”

“Does my little lamb need to cum?”

“Please.”

“Such a good girl. Play with your tits.”

“What?”

I can imagine her being shocked about me telling her to play with them. How sexy it will be to watch as she pinches those nipples; my mouth waters wanting nothing more than for her to be in front of me and put them into my mouth.

“Cilliannnn,”

she would cry as I would suck her nipple into my mouth and push my cock as deep inside of her as possible. I would play with it before doing the same thing on the other side.

She would be fucking sexy as her pussy would clamp down around my cock and toss her head back screaming my name. And how good it will feel to lose myself inside of her.

“FUCKKKK. Bia.”

I groan and watch as ropes of my cum hit the wall.

“Shit.”

I say leaning my head against the shower wall after I rinsed it clean. Fuck, if she is anything like my imagination, I’m so fucked.