Page 20 of Líadan's Code

“My demons want to fuck you while you come around my cock, milseán. I want to cut you, watch the blood run over your skin, and then make you come with the hilt of my knife. You game, baby?”

When we play together, I need express consent. I crave the way she submits to me, knowing she’s choosing whatever fucked up thing it is that I’m asking for. After everything she’s been through, it’s the very least my queen deserves from me.

“Yes,” she gasps as she places her hands on the window and wiggles her ass at me. “I need it, Brendan.”

Bringing down my hand, I groan at the sound her ass makes as my palm strikes it. It bounces perfectly, so I drop to my knees to worship between her legs. Snapping off the scrap of panties she’s wearing, I pull her hips roughly toward me, dragging my tongue up her core.

My appearance doesn’t matter to my boss outside that I look scary, so to celebrate my girl moving in with me, I pierced my tongue.

Now, I put that piercing to good use as I push my fingers into her wet entrance.

“Oh God,” she whimpers, but shows her enthusiasm for my efforts by pushing her cunt against my face.

Growling, I lose myself in her perfection, curling my fingers inside of her as I suck hard on her clit until she’s coming all over my face.

“Attagirl,” I growl, standing to unbuckle my pants. I learned a long time ago that Lía hated to be called a good girl, but loves to be praised. I trained myself out of the reflex, because Lía responds beautifully to everything I do and I don’t want her to relive her nightmares when she’s with me.

Releasing my cock from my pants, I stroke it a few times, noticing my pre-cum is already dripping off the crown of my shaft. Adjusting Lía so her cheek is against the cold glass, I ghost my fingers down her naked back.

“My gorgeous girl,” I murmur, loving her mewling sounds as I rock my cock through her arousal. “You take me so well. There’s no one else but you.”

Thrusting inside her pussy, my eyes roll back as I fuck her until my thighs slam against her ass. Plastering myself up her back, I torture her breasts as I knead and pinch her nipples. I’ll never get tired of every moment I get to make her mine over and over again.

Pulling my knife from my back pocket, I’m glad I thought to sanitize it earlier. Slowly opening it, I run the edge of the knife over her skin, catching drops of blood with my tongue as I lazily rock my hips.

“Oh fuck, I love how that feels,” she moans, making me grin wildly.

“My knife fucking loves you too,” I murmur.

Languidly, I make tiny cuts over her skin, enjoying how the red droplets look against the paleness of it. My balls begin to tingle a bit, alerting me that I’m close, but my girl has to come on my knife before I can.

Reaching underneath her after closing the blade up, I begin to rub her clit with the handle of my knife.

“You’re my filthy little blood whore, aren’t you baby?” I rumble in her ear as I fuck her harder. Lía is fully splayed against the glass, her nipples harder than diamonds between her arousal and the cold.

“Yes,” she wails as she begins to tighten around my cock.

“That’s it, baby,” I praise her as my fingers fist her long, dark locks. My blade continues its pace as I fuck her against the glass, and I pull her head back to kiss her.

It’s a hot, filthy kiss, the kind that’s sloppy and full of passion. “Goddamnit, milseán. Come apart for me. Just let go.”

The permission makes her eyes roll back as she mewls, strangling my cock as I drive her insane. Holding her tightly, I roar as I find my release, my eyesight blackening. Tossing aside the knife, I wrap my arm around her waist as I shudder.

“I can’t fucking live without you,” I confess in a whisper. I’m balls deep inside of her, my heart shredding and being pulled back together. Lía tried to kill herself once after she found out how badly her father fucked her over, after an infection wracked her body. I don’t think she even remembers it, but I do. I’m reminded every time I watch her smirk at me, tease me, or do anything at all. Líadan O’Brien is my living, breathing reason to exist.

“You’re my everything,” she whispers back, as she usually does when I say this. I don’t even think she knows why I cling to her in the darkest times of the night, but she never asks, and I’ll never tell her.

I already want to burn the world down. If she left me, the leash she holds would slip from my neck, and nothing would be left.

Chapter Five

Brendan

“Boyo, good of you to come see me,” Seán O’Brien booms out from his office. It’s been two weeks since I’ve been out to the house. It doesn’t mean I haven’t been busy doing things for the boss, I just haven’t needed to be in the mafia boss’ presence.

There is a nerdy man in the chair in front of his desk, and he looks nervous as he glances up at me. The guy has a computer on his lap and keeps shifting his weight in his seat. Does he need to take a shit?

“Yes, Sir,” I murmur as I move closer to him. “How can I help?”

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