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Grabbing my hands, he pulls them both over my head, leans overme,and presses me to the couch beneath the weight of his body. His hot, panting breath blows against my neck as he buries his face in the crook of my neck. “Bite that fucking pillow because I haven’t evenbegun to fuckyou hard yet.”

He thrusts into me at an ungodly speed, his thick cock hittingevery lastspot that I need him to. The orgasm he’s building swells at my core, and I bury my face into the couch, using it to muffle my screams as I violently come undone beneath him. Withdrawing nearly from me, he slams into me again and moans through the pleasure of his release against my shoulder.

Pulling himself from me, he groans as he runs his finger along my pussy, collecting his cum. “That sweet little pussy of yours is so fucking full that I’m dripping from you.”

He rubs it along my entrance to press it back into me and pulls my pants back over my ass as I struggle to catch my breath. “Thank you, Sir,” I pant. “Because fucking a baby into me is the other promise I’m expecting you to keep.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

DECLAN

Quinn is about to open the door when I stop her and pull her back against my chest. Sliding my hand up her body, I lightly wrap my fingers around her throat and angle her face toward mine. “Plan our wedding,mochéadsearc.I don’t care what is happening; what the threats are. I’m not going to letthe Bratva keep us apart.”

We’ve already lost over a decade of a life we could have had together. Losing more time seems frivolous. I want to finally do right by her and give her the life that she’s always wanted. The one she’s always deserved. The one I threw away trying to protect her when, ironically, not being mine nearly costher life.

“Good.” She leans back into my chest and smirks. “The Catholic girl in me would really like to be married before you knock me up.”

From the tone of her voice, I can tell that she is only partially joking.

“Is that the same good little Catholic girl that just thanked me for filling her tight little cunt as I fucked her from behind sohard that she had to muffle her screams?” I tease. “Or are you referring to the good little Catholic girl that had her hands tied to the headboard with her bound ankles on my shoulders this morning?”

“You know what I mean!” she huffs exasperatedly.

I continue to toy withher,“You’re right. You screamed God’s name so much this morning; he probably counted it as your penance and already forgave you for your sins.”

“You are absolutely fucking incorrigible.” She shakes her head and pulls the door open.

“You love it,” I quip. “There is one thing that I am deadly serious about, though. I am marrying you by this weekend.”

“Wewill never be able tosecure the church on such short notice,” Quinn argues as we make our way back downstairs.

“You let me worry about that,” I request as we rejoin everyone, finding them all gathered around the large kitchen island. “I’ll send Finn to talk to FatherO’Flahertyand make it happen.”

“That man hates me,” Finn interjects himself into our conversation.

“He’s a priest!” Liam exclaims. “His entire life is builton the premise of helping people atone for their sins and fucking forgiveness. He doesn’thateanyone.”

“Well, I think then he maybe holds a grudge over the number of times I’ve caused him to drop his bible in the confessional.” Finn shrugs.

“Sure.” Tristan condescendingly pats him on the back. “I’m sure that’s what it is. It probably has nothing to do with when youwere fifteen, and you fingered MissyO’Harrahto completion in the middle of Sunday mass.”

“Maybe don’t send Finn.” Quinn rolls her eyes at Finn as she laughs.

“You make a few girls comeinchurch, and this is the…” Finn sighs.

“Afew?” I scoff. “This is like the strippers all over again. I want to know. But I also don’t want to.”

“It’s the tartan skirts,” Finn shares without waiting for me to ask. “And after Missy, I didn’t exactly have a shortage of options.”

I merely shake my head.

I knew I didn’t want to know.

“I’ll go,” Liam volunteers, then points at Tristan and Conor. “And I’ll take whichever one of you two FatherO’Flahertyhasn’t caught with your fingers or cock inside of a member of his congregation.”

“Take Tristan,” Conor flatly insists.

“For fuck’s sake!” I exclaim. “You too?”

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