Page 28 of Lorcan

Lorcan

Icoughedasmyeyes shot open. Blinding pain forced them closed again as I tried to swallow. My mouth was drier than the Sahara. I heard something squeak and the brightness faded. I opened my eyes again and saw a familiar face.

A familiar betrayer of a face. A new wave of anger blasted through me as I tried to sit up. I heard the telltale sound of chains before I realised I was tied to a bed. My legs tied together at the end, and both arms reached up to either side of the headboard.

“Keeva,” I said, my voice croaky.

“You’re thirsty,” she said, grabbing a bottle of water from her pocket. She opened the top and held it over my mouth. I drank, washing the dryness from my mouth and throat. She pulled the bottle away and put it on a table by the bed. Sitting down beside me, she sighed heavily, as if she had the world on her shoulders.

“It was never meant to go this way, Lor,” she said. “You have to understand…I never wanted you to get hurt.”

“Why?” I managed to get out through the million curse words filtering through my mind.

“That’s a hard question, Lor,” she said, smiling through her nervousness. “It’s been so hard looking after you, after Clem died, and through all the bullshit. Watching you with so many of those women who you just use and abuse. I wished so many times you would use me. Use my body. Slam that glorious cock into me and make me scream your name. Then you go and sleep with her…with Ava. I was mad. Can’t you see what’s in front of you? I’ve been the one mopping up the mess of your life and you always choose other skanks. I could be your everything.”

Every word out of her mouth was poison to my ears. I had never felt that way for her…ever. She was like a sister…or she had been. I had thought she looked after me because she was a friend but now…she’d seen me naked, when I was at my worst, and she’d been there, dressing me, making me see how important I was.

I felt dirty knowing she’d probably gotten off on that…when I was weak.

“You’ll never be anything to me.”

My voice was dripping with poison as I aimed it at her, disgust in every word. Her smile disappeared and she looked at me like I’d slapped her across the face. Keeva looked down at my chest, her hand travelling under my shirt. I tried to wriggle away from her but it was no use, these binds were tight.

I was at her mother fucking mercy.

Her fingers gripped my nipple and tweaked it. I winced at the sharp shoot of pain and grunted. She smirked at that, her fingers tracing over my chest, softly, making my nipples stay erect as she moved softly over the top of me, her leg extending so she could straddle me. I felt the weight of her on my crotch, thanking whatever god there was that I was still clothed. She bent down, her fingers gripping my chin and forcing me to keep my face front on. Her lips crushed against mine, her tongue poking its way into my mouth. I felt sick as she tried to make me succumb to her, but I felt nothing but revulsion as she tried to kiss me. She moaned into my mouth, her tongue tangling in my mouth as she ground her pussy over my pants. She was getting off on this and all I wanted to do was throw up.

“Enough,” I heard someone say from the side of the room. Thankful for the interruption, I turned my head to see Adrian Moriarty standing there with Ronan.

They both looked disturbed.

Good.

Keeva got off me and sulked as she stood next to Ronan. Adrian moved into the room and looked down at me.

“Ah how the mighty have fallen,” he said. “I never thought I’d best Lorcan O’Farrell, the spiting image of his fearless father.”

“Don’t underestimate me,” I said. “I have a way of rising up when you least expect it.”

“Consider the warning heeded,” he said. “I am glad you’re here. I’ve been told you’ve been having fun with my little girl.”

Bridget.

“Wherever you’ve hidden her, O’Farrell, we will find her. She’s not yours, you see. She belongs to her husband, Ethan, and he’s very eager to get her home.”

The rage building inside of me was almost enough to break these chains, I was sure of it. They wouldn’t fucking touch her, even if I died in the process, she would be safe.

That was for damn sure.

“We’ll find out, either way, we have people everywhere,” he said, moving back to the door. “Relax, Keeva, dear, he’ll be all yours once we’re done with him.”

The look of excitement on her face was enough to make me shudder. I could only imagine what she wanted to do with me.

My greater fear was my brothers and Bridget. They’d never get me to crack.

Nothing would make me crack.

I was Lorcan fucking O’Farrell. If it was war they wanted, consider it war.

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