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“Devlin!” I cry, as he coaxes me into the most powerful release.

I quiver and moan, and instead of kissing the sounds away, he gazes down with a fierce possessiveness. Like he wants the world to hear me.

“Beautiful,” he whispers, his tempo unrelenting. “So beautiful and all mine. And the only thing I regret is this condom.”

“Wha— Oh, God!”

He grabs a fistful of my hair and fucks me roughly. That sensation overtakes me again, growing until I’m whimpering his name.

“Devlin! Wha-what’s happening?”

He chuckles under his breath. “Making you come one more time, mo stoirín.”

“What does that mean? Mo stoirín? You…you always call me that.”

He works my clit, using two fingers, rubbing me faster. And this time I’m more sensitive, needing the release badly.

“Yes, keep going!” I cry, forgetting my question already.

He groans, our eyes aligned, my heartbeats pounding right before I let go, screaming his name as he throws me over the edge.

Moments later, he’s joining me.

Then reality sets in.

Crap.

CHAPTER 24

DEVLIN

Once we’re done, I can’t stop staring at her. Can’t believe I did that. Here of all places. But it was either that or Konstantin would kill us. There was no choice.

I slip out of her, hating that I can’t stay inside her warmth. I reach over and toss the condom into the trash can they left us, then zip up before lowering her see-through dress.

Her arms are curled around her body as she sits there while I pull off my jacket.

“Put your arms through it. We don’t have time to get your dress now.”

She nods, her face tight like it’s all just hit her. She nervously slides in one arm after another and tugs the lapels around herself. This jacket should be long enough to cover her entire body.

“Well, that was quite the show,” Konstantin says, and she recoils instantly.

Of course Konstantin’s voice ruins everything.

“May I say, that performance was even worth the death of my good friend.”

He looks bloody pleased with himself. Now I have to pay this arsehole three million. Sure, I have the money, but I don’t wanna give it to him. Don’t have a choice, though, unless I want to wage war with the Marinovs.

I give Konstantin a hard stare.

His smile widens as he rises, glancing around to the audience before he begins to clap, and the people all hesitantly follow suit.

“Can we go now?” I grab Eriu’s hand, and it trembles.

I hate that she’s scared. That I couldn’t protect her from this. Failed her again.

“Sure. You’re more than welcome to go, but I expect the payment in full tomorrow.” Konstantin says that so calmly, you’d almost think he doesn’t care. “And you will get your portion, Ms. Quinn.” He inclines his head toward her.

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