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cillian

After Bia and her family leave, I leave my family's mansion and head to my office. I have to go over the monthly budget for my restaurants. I own several restaurant chains along with lots of other real estate throughout Ireland and several other countries all over the world.

Real estate is an easy way to hide things from the police. Not all the properties are in my name; I have several fake identities to help me hide things that are none of the local authorities business.

There are several nosy journalists who are determined to get a story about my family. Some are very eager detectives who pose as journalists, and others just don't know when to quit.

I greet all my staff as I head to my office. I sit down and as I start going through the numbers but I keep thinking about Bia’s reaction to Xander touching her lower back, flinching like she was expecting him to hit her.

Why does it bother me so much? It shouldn't bother me. She will be my wife in name only she means nothing to me.

I try to focus on the numbers again but every time, my mind wanders back to her reaction. Does he hit? Does he hit her a lot? Was it for attention? Does she have something planned?

I barely know her. Xander has kept her locked away in her ivory tower away from the world, keeping her the perfect innocent little Mafia princess. I guess that's a good thing for me; at least, it means no other men will be sniffing around what is, mine. I may not want another wife after Meredith’s death, but I have never been good at sharing and I'm not about to start now.

After hours of trying to stay focused, I finally give up and call it a day. I decide to go to my penthouse, seeking relief by my whore’s mouth.

Once I make it back to my penthouse, I pick up my phone and text Aine.

Cillian: Penthouse. Twenty minutes.

Aine: Anything for you.

Aine is the only whore I fuck. I refuse to fuck a brothel of women. Not knowing who they are or who they're in alliances with, I can't take any chances. Aine knows is just fucking and knows better than to betray me.

Twenty minutes later, a knock on the door lets me know that she has arrived. I open the door in just my black slacks.

“Cillian. It looks like you need me,” she says, staring down at my cock, which is tenting in my pants.

“Quit talking. You know exactly why you're here, so do what you’re here to do then leave. You're not here because I like to hear your voice.”

“But… Cillian.”

“Get on your fucking knees and suck my cock or get out and never come back. You think I can’t get another bitch to suck my cock?”

She does as I ordered her to do and drops to her knees. I pull my cock out and she wraps her lips loosely around it. I fist her hair in my hand and thrust it all the way to the back of her throat.

“I have no idea what you're playing at. Either do what you’re here to do or get the fuck out.” She mumbles something around my cock, I don't stop thrusting in and out of her mouth. It’s not like I actually care about what she has to say. She places her hands on my thighs as I continue to use her mouth as I chase my release because the sooner, I finish, the sooner she can leave.

I keep my mind blank, not thinking about everything that's about to change in the next few months. Even though my marriage to Bia is an arranged marriage I will honor my vows and remain faithful to her, so now I will fuck Aine until I can’t. I will not tarnish my family's name by having rumors of my marriage being a sham.

Aine digs her nails into my thighs as I keep up a brutal pace. She is gagging and choking around me, the head of my cock keeps hitting the back of her throat. Why does it seem like it is taking me longer to cum than usual? I don’t stop, I keep pushing on.

I start thinking about Bia. About her soft curves, how I can't wait to feel the weight of her breasts in my hand. About the color of her nipples, will they be a dusty pink? Will they be darker? Or will they be lighter? I imagine my hands traveling further down over her ribs and onto her hips. Sliding them down over her ass and grabbing her by the back of her thighs and lifting her off the ground. She would wrap her arms and legs around me with her back flush against the wall as my cock would bring her orgasm after orgasm until her legs shake and the only thing she can remember is my name.

I finally feel the pressure at the base of my cock, and I imagine how hot she would look with her head thrown back in ecstasy as her orgasms wrack through her body. She would tighten herself around me, choking my cock until I gave in and let myself cum. She will be my mine; I will paint her walls white. I want to fill her so much that it would be dripping down her thighs.

I grunt as I finally cum. A gagging sound breaks me from my sexual fantasy of Bia. I look down and see who is actually in my presence. I yank my cock out of her mouth, a bit lands on her face.

I tuck myself back in my pants and I watch the white trail drip down from her mouth over her chin and onto her chest.

“Cillian,” she starts, but I toss money at her chest, a few of the bills land where my cum has painted her skin.

“Go. I'd pay you to suck my cock, not talk to me. I can't stand the sound of your voice. I have no idea how anyone can.” She goes to open her mouth but sees the look on my face and decides to quickly leave.

The next morning, I decide to head back to my family's mansion to discuss with my father my concerns about my future bride.

When I get there, Molly greets me at the door. “Your father is in his office.”

“Thank you, Molly,” I tell her as I walk toward my father's office. I knock twice and wait for my father to tell me to enter.

“Come in.”

I open the door and see my father is writing something down. He has a bunch of papers in different piles all across his desl. I sit down across from him.

“Already busy I see.”

He looks up and smiles when he sees me sitting across from him.

“Don't worry soon this will be all on you. Now, to what do I owe the pleasure of seeing you so early this morning?”

“I was curious if you saw Bia’s reaction yesterday when Xander put his hand on her back? It is almost like she was expecting him to hit her.”

He nods his head slowly. “I saw that too. I hope that isn't the case, but we also know how Xander has no morals. I wouldn't put it past him that he has beaten her into submission. Look how quickly he was ready to sign the contract with us, even though you only buried Meredith only a month ago. Not asking a single question. We know all the families are spreading rumors that you are the one who killed Meredith.”

“I'm not shocked that the other families are saying about me. Did he even question how Meredith died when you talked on the phone?”

“No. All he was worried about was the alliance and how soon she could be married to you.”

“Wow. Makes sense why she's so timid. I'm assuming he was on his best behavior in front of us, I can only imagine what he is like when he isn't.”

“Yes, it makes me worry for her safety. Luckily, we did put in the contract about her being kept safe and unharmed while she is still in their care, I don't think it's going to do any good if I'm being honest.”

“Do we have anyone over there who can keep an eye on her?”

“No, not without making it look like we don't trust him.”

“We don't.”

“I know that and you know that but to make this alliance work, we have to fake and make it look like we do. You could check in with her periodically, that way you can make sure she is safe.”

“That's not a bad idea. Plus, it would show that I am trying to get to know her and to prove I want this marriage with her.”

“You better treat her right.”

“I will. I may not love her, but I will respect her and our wedding vows. Our family name will not be tarnished because of rumors of cheating in my marriage.”

“That's good. She may also have trauma from her childhood if she has been abused. How are you going to deal with that?”

“It honestly depends on her. I won't push her to do something she's uncomfortable with. She will also know that she is going to be my wife and, one day, the queen of our Mafia. That title comes with certain responsibilities, and she has to do her part.”

“She does, but even if you can't love her there is no reason why you can't be friends or at least cordial to each other.”

“I agree, and that's what I hope for.”

“Good, now get out of here I have a meeting to get ready for. Don't forget to be at dinner tonight.”

“I promise not to upset Mam.”

I walk out of his office and head out to go check on some of my properties, making sure that everything is running the way it’s supposed to be. I cannot slack off, I have to prove that I'm not only capable of running this Mafia but my legal business as well.

This is my birthright, and no one, not my brothers, my uncle, my cousins, or anyone else will take this away from me. I have been raised for this my whole life, and I will do whatever I need to do to be crowned king of the Northern Irish Mafia.