Page 41 of Forbidden Bond

The only phone, other than his, that had access to the camera in their loft bedroom.

“Mine now,” he said and sat up to put his dick away. “We have to get the doctor back in here.”

“I don’t want the doctor back in here.” When he tried to move one of her legs, she clamped it tight again. “I want you…” Raising her hips, shifting a thigh, she presented a prime pussy shot. “Back in here.”

“Again?”

“Oh, Conn…” Sitting up, she wrapped her arms around one of his, resting her face on his shoulder, rubbing herself against him. “I was so scared. I can live with anything, anything at all, providing it’s with you.” She propped her chin on his shoulder. “I love you. And I was grateful I’d said my goodbyes but—”

“What did I tell you? You won’t leave this life before me. I won’t let it happen.”

Another promise he’d kept.

“Did you really think we were over? That I blamed you or—I was desperate for you. The only thing I blame you for is putting up with me.”

“Giving you too much latitude,” he said, guiding her forehead to his lips. “That will change now we’re back in it…” He raised his brows in question. “Hmm?”

“No.” Her head shake quickly gave way to a smile. “We’re notbackin anything, I never left.” She squeezed his arm in her embrace. Pleasure was still on her mind, but she took a deep breath and straightened her spine. “You want to tell me what’s going on? No one’s seen you, Play’s at the club—”

“Not here,” he said and kissed her again.

“Complete the circle.”

“Aye, after you complete your side.” He got up and she tried to follow, except he put a firm hand on her to push her down. “Stay here, Macushla.”

Sometimes manipulation felt good, even on the receiving end.

“For how long?”

“Until I say.” Checking his phone, he swiped something and frowned at something else. “Get some rest, then you need to eat. When was the last time you ate anything?” When she didn’t answer, his attention rose from the screen. “Macushla?”

“I swallowed a bunch of pills, does that count?”

“No, and that’s the last time you’ll make a joke of your stupidity. Mention it again, you’ll wear chains the rest of your life. You have no fucking idea…”

“Yes, I do. It’s what I’ve been going through since that bullet left my father’s gun. He’s at my old place, by the way, I don’t know if Daly told you.”

“Daly told Niall, old information.”

“Old—”

“Your information was old. Your father is not at the apartment.”

“Where is he?”

He crooked a brow. “You trust me?”

“I trust you, though I’m getting the drift it’s not mutual.”

Another scowl. “Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?”

“You don’t trust me to know anything, wouldn’t let me see you. The guys thought I was with you. Daly said—”

“More than he should have, and there will be repercussions for that.”

“No,” she said, leaping off the bed. “Daly is my friend and he’s loyal, so loyal, to us. That kind of commitment is something we should nurture and appreciate, not punish. He cares about us.”

“Any of my men ever cross the line with you—”

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