Page 39 of Líadan's Code

“Occasionally, I don’t like the way they rub against my clit piercing,” she reveals, turning to crawl up onto the bed. Taking this as an invitation, I move over to sit by her.

“Do you want to take over your father’s legacy?” I ask, brow raised.

“Not really, but I think anyone else would let the family run wild,” Líadan says. “They truly believe they are the superior members of humanity. The world should bow at their feet, and Daddy just throws them a bone whenever they complain.”

“What would you do differently?” I ask.

“No more of these sex training warehouses for one,” she says. “Daddy doesn’t think I know how many people are kidnapped a year at his nod. Gorgeous men and women of all ages, whose only crime is that they’re beautiful. Often, they’re also talented in some way as well. Those who are in charge of finding new people to sell find them and a reason to rope them in. An interview that’s bogus or an audition.”

“Holy fuck,” I mutter.

“I would change things to only being allowed to take those who want to be sold,” she says. “You’d be surprised how many people find being someone’s pet is better than the life they had before. I don’t understand it, and doing away with it all would cause huge issues, but I can change how things are done.”

“Alright, what else would you do?” I ask.

“I’d allow younger daughters and sons to go to school, find out what they want to do, and encourage them to follow those dreams,” she says. “It doesn’t mean they’ll be free of the family, but they’ll have a taste of freedom and normalcy. They’d return with occupations that can help the organization without having to work lower positions. I’m not a hero, I just know things can’t continue like this.”

“Maybe so, but what about your happiness?” I ask. I can tell she’s getting tired of the questions, and this will need to be the last one.

“I don’t get any,” Líadan whispers. “No, that’s a lie. I get to keep Brendan for as long as I can. I get glimpses of happiness with him. I often feel nothing at all.”

Getting ready to leave her to unwind from whatever she did today, I take a deep breath. I know I said I wouldn’t ask another question, but I need to.

“What did you feel the night in the warehouse?” I ask her. It’s a burning question now, and I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep across the hall from her and not know.

“I felt… excited to see something, surprised, aroused, and as if a small piece of my destroyed heart was put back together, even if just for a moment,” she says, plucking at a loose thread on her bedspread.

“I don’t think I’ve ever felt you feel so electrified,” Brendan says from the doorway. I left it open when I came in, and I stiffen since I’m sitting here in just a towel. His gaze simply passes over me appreciatively before settling on Líadan. The use of the word ‘electrified’ also sends shivers up my spine.

“Are you hungry, Lía?”

I notice he never calls her by her full name. I’m not about to commandeer his special name for her, but I’ll be more cognizant not to use her full name. As much as she complains about it, she likes my names for her.

“Not right now, but if you are, I’ll keep you company,” she says.

The connection between them is one born of some sort of trauma, a deep love trying to survive her father’s underworld.

“I would love that,” Brendan says with a smirk. “I want to know all about your adventures and why my brat was too busy not to call me today.”

My lips twitch in amusement. It's nice to know it’s not just me that she’s like this with.

“Jordan, go put your monster cock away before I have to suck the soul out of your body,” Brendan growls. “I need to eat something, whether it’s your cum or actual food makes no difference to me. Your Prince Albert piercing is also on display from where I’m standing.”

Oops. When I started to get up, I spread my legs wide. He’s getting quite the show at the moment.

“With the way your dirty mouth talks, it’s no wonder I’m hard,” I say, standing. “I have no control over where the blood travels in my body, Brendan,”

“Maybe so,” he rumbles. “Either way, go get dressed and come eat with us. Líadan has been avoiding you.”

“I’ve noticed,” I say, loving the way her cheeks warm. I think she feels a lot more than she gives herself credit for. “I’ll meet you downstairs.”

Attempting to brush past him, I gasp as his large hand palms my cock as he slips past my towel.

“For the record, it’s a pretty spectacular cock,” he says. “I should probably have my dinner before dessert first, though.”

“Fuck me,” I growl. “Thank you for the compliment, but there’s no goddamn chance my cock is going to go down after this.”

“Good. I love a nice edging, don’t you,” he rumbles.

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