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I’m leaving now.

“Layla is still at my place,” I inform Tristan as I rise from my chair. “And Rorywill be watchingover them until we get there.”

Tristan and I head to my Suburban, leaving Liam, Finn and Conor behind at the club. They will follow us to my place after sending the cleaning staff home and ensuringthings are securely lockedup. The last thing we need is the Bratva infiltrating our club, putting our livelihoods at risk—in addition toour family.

Reaching my apartment building, I am relieved to find everything appears to be normal. My relief doesn’t waiver until I walk through the front door and am met with Quinn’s anxious eyes. After crossing the room, I place a reassuring kiss on her forehead as Fiona excitedly shows me the picture she’s drawing. “That’s beautiful,a stóirín!I want you to tell me all about it after I talk with Rory, okay?”

“Okay,daidi.” She returns to her drawing, oblivious to the surrounding tension. Turning my attention back toQuinn,I whisper, “I need to talk to Rory, and then I’ll explain everything. You, Fiona, Layla… All of you are perfectly safe here.”

The anxiety in her eyes subsides slightly, but when I place a kiss against her tremblinglips,it’s clear that she is still afraid. The last thing she needed was more to worry about. She doesn’t need more fuel to add to her nightmares. Tristan and I spend about an hour getting Rory up to speed and devising a plan for increased security for the girls. By the time we finish, Conor, Liam and Finn have all arrived. The three of them graciously occupy Fiona while Tristan and I fill Quinn and Layla in.

“You promise they won’t get to me?” Quinn asks, the nervous tremble still present in her voice.

“I promise,mochéadsearc,” I cup her face and stare down at her. “That is a promise I willneverbreak to you again. I will die protecting you.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

DECLAN

It’s been nearly two weeks since the Bratva left their threat on the front door of the club, and not a thing has happened.Quite literally, not a thing—except the continued disruption to our more questionable business practices, mainly the unlicensed gambling, that have been nearly constant since this war started. There’s been no more threats. No attacks on any of our men.At this point, Ithink we’re allstarting to thinkthat it was nothing more than an idle threat.

Even me.

Of course, I’ve still kept Quinn and Fiona locked up in this apartment for their safety.

“She’s finally back to bed. I didn’t think I’d ever get her back to sleep!” I exclaim, wrapping my arms around Quinn from behind as she sits on the couch. I place a soft, wet kiss against the side of her neck, and my breath blows over her skin as I whisper, “What are the chances I can getyouto come to bed?”

“Not too good,” she brats, giggling as my tongue teasingly licks around the rim of her ear. I tighten my arms around her, and shesqueals as I quickly climb over the couch and pin her to it face-down beneath me.

“Only not too good?” I huff, nipping along her neck. “I guess I’ll just have to play with you here, then.”

Firmly gripping her wrists with one hand and holding them above her head, I grasp the waist of her leggings. With one swift tug, I pull them and her panties down to her thighs. My hand rubs over the swell of her ass, and I growl, “If you want to come tonight, you’re going to roll over and do exactly as I say. When I say.”

She rolls onto her back, and I help to rid her of her pants, tossing them to the floor, and demanding, “Take off your top.” After she pulls my shirt over her head, she tosses it to the floor beside the couch and lays down to await my next instructions.

“Good girl,” I praise, sliding to the far end of the couch. “You look so fucking beautiful,mochéadsearc. Place your hands on your tits and grab them.”

She does as I instructed, kneading at her breasts. “Harder,” I grunt. “Imagine they’re my hands and howIwould touch you.”

She squeezes harder and her nipples become firm tight peaks. I groan in delight as I unzip my pants. “That’s better. Do my hands feel good on you?”

“Yes, Sir,” she pants, pinching and tugging at both of her nipples.

“Show me. Use your hands to spread your thighs.” She slides her hands down her stomach, approaching her always needycunt,and I warn, “Don’t you dare touch your pussy.”

I languidly stroke my growing length as I watch her hands run along her inner thighs as she spreads herself wide for me. Mygaze hungrily rakes over her body and down to her glistening cunt. “Wider. Show me how fucking wet you are.” Ipause to takein her sweet, pink perfection. “Such a good girl. A perfect little slut. I want you to show me what a good little slut you can be. Will youdo that for me?”

“Yes, Sir.” Her response is full of trepidatious excitement.

“Wrap your hand around yourthroat and place the other on your clit.” She follows my commands without delay, and I croon, “What an obedient little slut you are. Listening so well and waiting for permission.“

She lays still, her fingers resting on her clit, and her hand squeezing lightly around her throat. Sliding my fist along my cock, I instruct, “Don’t move your hand. Roll your hips for me. Around and around. Grind your clit against your fingers. Now, stop!”

I firmly grip her wrist when she hesitates to obey my command, pulling it from her clit. “When I say ‘stop,’ you stop. Your pleasure is at my will. You don’t come until you’re told.”

Releasing her hand, I place it back on her clit and give her permission to grind her hips again. “Can you feel yourself fucking dripping? Rub your fingers through it. Let me hear how fucking wet you are for me.”

Her fingers rub over her pussy and audiblyslidethrough her wetness. Watching her tease herself is fucking mesmerizing. “Rubmyfucking pussy. Feel it fucking dripping as you rub your clit for me like the little slut you are. You look so fucking good, rubbing over clit for me. Keep rubbing your wet fucking pussy. Spread yourself and show me just how naughty you can be.”

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