Page 64 of Líadan's Code

“I hate that I’m taking that from you,” Líadan says, to my horror I see actual tears.

“Princess,” I coo. “Why is there wet stuff in your eyes?”

Brendan turns so fast he almost upends the table. “Lía,” he breathes. “Talk to us, love.”

“It’s so silly,” she whispers. “I haven’t cried in too long to say, and this is what makes me sad. What if you hate us for this? God, I’m taking over for Daddy, giving you a whole other cage, aren’t I?”

She’s not speaking loudly, but Líadan is definitely losing her shit.

“You’re doing no such thing. Let’s move this conversation to another location, beautiful, okay?” I say, jerking my head toward the back exit as I pick up our trash.

Dropping it in the garbage as we walk out, I pull her into an empty alley with Brendan to talk.

“First of all, I have to say I’m incredibly touched that you’re this worried about me, Princess,” I say as I cup her face. My hands are cold despite the fact that I’ve had them tucked into my pockets for much of our walk.

There was some truth when Líadan teased me about not being used to this weather. I forgot my fucking gloves.

Brushing away the tears, I continue. “I typically won’t do anything that I don’t want to do,” I say. “Your father may have had me by the balls for a bit because he was threatening Layla, but when he gave me access to his networks, he also gave me the tools to destroy him. His accounts are all in your umbrella corporation now. You don’t need to go through any red tape at all. Anything you need as far as liquid assets are yours to control,” I tell her.

“Why are you telling me this?” she asks with a shuddering breath.

“I’ll call Layla and Lennon, continue to have a relationship with them, it just may look a little different than before,” I say. “Your kingdom isn’t very happy to have a woman in charge.”

“I think it’s because I’m the nightmare Daddy created,” Líadan says. “They don’t understand anything except a heavy hand.”

“Monsters tend to have that kind of thought process,” Brendan says, leaning against the wall next to her. “We’ll need to clean house, start over and see who is even worth keeping around. I have no problems with inviting them all to a meeting and blowing that fucker up. I don’t get to play with explosives enough, baby.”

Líadan and I snort in amusement, my lips curved in a smile.

“We’re a handful,” she reminds me.

“No you’re several, and just enough trouble,” I growl, my fingers grabbing her ass and hiking her up until her legs wrap around my waist.

Kissing her hard, I open her coat to expose her to the cooler air. Brendan is a true gentleman, pulling her wrap-around sweater open so I can suck on her lace-covered nipples.

“I think you promised our girl a show,” he growls. “I need a release or I won’t be able to play later. I think a trip to a sex and kink store should be part of our date, though. Fuck our girl, and fulfill one of her other kinks. Lía loves to be fucked outside, we just have never done it during the day.”

“Are you a greedy little whore for us?” I ask her, licking up her cheek as I taste the precious salt from her tears. I’m testing her boundaries just a little to see how she reacts. Thankfully, Lía shivers with need, moaning.

My eyes cut over to Brendan quickly and he nods carefully, releasing his cock from his pants. Stroking his shaft, his tongue licks his bottom lip, as if to tell me to keep going.

“I need your words, Princess,” I rumble, unbuttoning my coat, so I can rock my pants-covered cock over her core.

“Yes. Yes, I’m your greedy little whore. I need to be fucked right here. Please,” she whimpers.

Opening her pants, I drop her legs and pull them down. Tugging off a boot as I squat by her feet to catch a glimpse of her pierced clit, I free one of her legs as I rise, hiking it up on my hip to get the angle I want to fuck her in. I want to be able to watch her face when she comes around my cock.

“It’s going to be hard and fast,” I whisper, moving back to claim her lips and pull off her coat. Brendan takes it helpfully, his chest starting to heave with arousal.

“Good, I need your cock,” she whines, making my cock twitch hard.

“Fuck, why did I not think to bring a condom,” I complain, kissing her hard.

“I’m clean,” she gasps, pulling away. “I want you bare. I’ve only been with Brendan for years.”

“I’m clean too,” I grunt, opening my pants to release my cock. Rubbing myself over her wet core, my eyes roll back. “Princess, you’re dripping for me. So damn perfect. Usually I’d give a shit and remind you to be quiet. Fucking scream if you want to. I want to eat your pussy until you come, but it’s too fucking cold.”

“I’ll still think you’re a gentleman, Jordan. Fuck me,” she complains, gasping as I bark out a laugh and the tip of my cock magically finds her entrance. It’s as if we’ve done this a million times before as I thrust my hips to slide my shaft deep inside her pussy.

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