Page 109 of Líadan's Code

“Do you hear how greedy your cunt is?” he asks breathlessly. “Drench my dick with your release, baby. Show me how badly you want my cum.”

Lifting my leg over his shoulder, he leaves the other pinned to the casket as he rubs my clit with his thumb. I keen as he gives me what I want, my eyes rolling because it feels so fucking good. My body is overwhelmed with stimulation in the best ways, and I can feel his cock getting thicker inside of me.

“Attagirl,” he rumbles as he fucks into me. “Your pussy is strangling my cock. You’re close, aren’t you?”

“Yes, oh God,” I gasp, clamping down around him as I shudder, coming hard.

Brendan’s eyes roll as he roars, following after me as he explodes inside of me. Rope after rope of cum fills me up, vaguely making me wish he could make me pregnant.

It’s impossible though, right? That’s what the doctors said. My vagina is scarred, my ovaries lazy.

It can never happen.

Those thoughts don’t stop my body from feeling floaty and happy as Brendan leans over me to capture my lips. The platform the casket is on groans angrily as it takes his weight and mine.

I think it’ll be able to handle it, and then it’s leaning dangerously to the side, making me tear my lips from his and squeal as the casket starts to slide with me on it.

Brendan picks me up while still connected to me, holding me tightly with his hard cock still inside of me. Taking a shuddering breath, I wrap my arms around his neck, burying my face in his shoulder.

“Oops,” Brendan says irreverently, making me burst out giggling. “Thank God for the locking mechanism on these. We’ll mention it to Fiddler if we run into him. You good?”

I can feel him twitching inside of my pussy, making me whine in complaint.

“I don’t want to move yet,” I sigh. “I’m also worried about how much cum is going to gush out. This is a messy situation.”

“I’ll make you feel good however I feel like,” he says, striding to a tissue box while holding me in this arms. My lips still twitch in amusement that this little box is being used for something other than tears.

Grunting as he pulls his dick free, he sits me on a side table to clean me up. As I thought, it’s messy, and Brendan is a smug son of a bitch as he does the best he can with the tissues.

“That’s the best I’m going to be able to do,” he says, grinning. “I’ll make it up to you with a pizza?”

“You always know the way to my heart,” I say, sliding off the table to pull down my dress as he throws out the tissues. Deft fingers have him putting his gorgeous dick away and fixing his pants, and then he’s helping me into my coat.

“It’s easy when I’ve loved you as long as I have,” he says simply, putting on his own coat. “We paid our respects, now the rest of the night is ours. Soon, you’ll never have to think of him again if you don’t want to.”

As we leave behind the viewing room, I hope he’s right. When the shadow of a man is as long as Daddy’s was, it’s hard not to think of him.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Brendan

Líadan appears a bit more well rested today, but I am watching her closely. She never has dizzy spells, is rarely sick, and has a relatively strong disposition. The fact that she practically swooned just standing at her father’s viewing made me want to take her to the doctor immediately.

She wouldn’t appreciate that though, so I reined in my possessive caveman bullshit just for her.

We’re leaving the reading of Seán O’Brien’s last will and testament, and it was overwhelming to say the least. The bastard left everything to her, along with a key to the family tomb where he supposedly left something for her.

“Why can’t he do things like a normal person?” she mumbles as I help her into the car. I was tired of taking public transportation, so I picked up my car after scanning and checking it for explosive devices.

Paranoia keeps us both alive.

It also gave me a chance to check on our home, and I have to say it’s a total loss outside of the basement. That floor is absolutely pristine, with only a slight scent of smoke. It’s amazing what good construction can do.

I have a feeling Lía knows how bad it is, because she hasn’t asked about the house, and I’m not bringing it up.

Today is going to be a lot emotionally, so I’m going to let it go. Lía is beginning to allow herself to feel more, which means she’s healing, but she also has to work harder to hide it all, because she’s supposed to be the impenetrable mafia boss. Reaching over to her in the car, I lay my hand on her thigh as I drive.

Turning to look at me, she smiles weakly at me. “I’m okay,” she murmurs.

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