Page 67 of Dublin Brute

Suddenly, I’m not sure I know anything anymore.

It’ll be fine. I’m sure it’s fine.

I shake off my anxiety and turn the handle of the door to VIP Suite Five.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Brendan

The Legend VIP room I’m in is one of the small, private suites. I dimmed the lights and am waiting in the shadowed corner beyond the plush leather couch. It’s important that no one connects the two of us or Nora will be in danger. And so, I wait for my girl in the shadows, but it’s a genuine test of my strength.

The moment I see her, my breath is sucked from my lungs. Wow—she’s changed. She’s dyed three inches of purple at the ends of her hair, her makeup is smokey and dramatic, and the way her tight black skirt hugs her thighs and her full breasts challenge the open neckline of her uniform blouse, I’m practically a snarling caveman.

She’s embraced her inner fucking hotness.

And men are seeing her like this every night?

Men admiring what they want—what they willneverhave.

The possessive rage that hits me is unfortunately timed because when Nora steps into the room and sees my face, her nervous tension redlines.

“Brendan?”

“Inside, angel. Close the door and lock it.”

My voice is warped with desire and thankfully she does exactly what she’s told. The metallicclickof the latch sliding into place has me striding across the ebony carpet. The moment I reach her, I lift her by the rounds of her ass cheeks and her arms wrap around my neck. “Who does this body belong to?”

“You, big guy. Only you.”

“Damn fucking right.” My lips meet hers in an explosion of lust, and her legs wrap around my hips. Reaching under the hem of her skirt, I cup the heat of her core. “I think you need a reminder of that.”

“I do.”

Her breathless invitation is such a sweet sound—and a relief because my cock is trapped and aching in my jeans. I didn’t anticipate being driven by my need for her so completely, but there you have it.

Nora is my drug of choice, and I’m an absolute addict.

I run my knuckle down the center of her core, the cotton growing damp and warm to my touch. “That’s my girl. So wet and ready for my cock.”

Her head falls back, her full breasts rising and falling with every breath.

“I hope you’re not overly attached to these.”

“Not at all.”

The snap of cotton clears the way for me to get where I need to be.

“Tell me you have a condom in your pocket,” she gasps. “My biggest regret the past three weeks is that I never had you inside me.”

“Is that what you want, angel?”

“More than anything.”

I reach between us and open my pants, shoving denim and cotton far enough out of the way to spring my erection free. With her pinned against the door, it’s the work of a moment to pull one of the foil packs from my pocket. Gripping it between my teeth, I tear the package open and then I’m rolling on the glove of love.

A couple of rough strokes get things really primed and then I slide my sheathed head through the wet heat pooling at her core. “Such an eager little cunny, so warm and wet.”

“Only for you,” she breathes, wriggling against me. “Aching for you.”

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