Page 50 of Lorcan

“You okay?” he asked me without taking his eyes off Saverio.

“Yes, I think so.”

“Bridget, why don’t you go on upstairs and lock yourself in a room, yeah?”

I didn’t need to be asked twice. I ran from the room and up the stairs before I could slow down and look for Lorcan. I got to the room he’d shown me was his and I locked it, before I moved to the bathroom, stripped off and got in the shower to wash off his touch. I wanted to throw up, to bash my body against the tiles so my skin wasn’t crawling.

I heard a loud sound coming from outside, and my heart jumped in my throat as my body shook. Lorcan appeared in the doorframe and I felt my entire body ease. He took two strides, stripped off his shirt and pants and got in the shower with me. I could barely breathe as he towered over me, checking me over for injuries before he stilled when he realised I wasn’t hurt. The water hitting his skin and trailing down it as he looked at me with a mix of fear and lust. His hand moved to the side of my face as his lips crashed down on mine, his tongue tangling wildly with mine in my mouth as he pushed me against the tiles, the water hitting us hard in the sides. I moaned into his mouth, relishing the feel of his arms around me. His hand on the side of my face, trailing down to my neck where it squeezed slightly. I gasped in surprise as he broke from me, his hand tightening a little as his cock prodded at me below. I bit my lip as I waited for him to take me.

One moment I was looking up at him, and the next, he had lifted me in his arms and his cock was sliding into me with such force that I thought I had been split apart.

He fucked me, gently at first, but it increased as I dug my fingers into his skin, prompting him to fuck me like an animal, to claim me as his because damn it, I was.

His fingers moved from my neck to my clit and he rubbed me until I exploded around his cock. He didn’t wait for me to calm my breathing before he powered into me, slamming his way to his own release which came quickly after.

Shit.

I’d never cum so fast before, but it had been just as enjoyable as it had been when we’d been fucking mercilessly for hours.

What was it about this man?

“I have to go,” he said against my hair. He put me down in the shower and turned the taps off. I nodded up at him and he placed a kiss on my forehead before he left me in the bathroom, leaving me reeling.

I loved that man.

There was no denying it. I loved him and everything he stood for.

Lorcan

My body was still humming from my encounter in the shower with Bridget. I’d only gone to make sure she was okay but fuck, seeing her in that shower, shaking with fear. I’d needed to possess her, to make her forget that fucker.

I’d never felt so betrayed. Saverio had been there for everything my entire life, and yet, it was all just one cruel joke to him.

Conor and Killian had him in the basement, tied to a chair as he continued to smirk at them. He thought he could attack my family, my girl, and get away with it? That fucker was as good as dead.

“Lor,” I heard Conor say as he looked over at me. “He’s getting a video call from his brothers.”

“Let them see.”

Conor answered the call, but he buckled when he saw what I saw. Teeghan and Sloane were tied up, bloodied and passed out and then Mateo appeared on the screen.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I growled. “They aren’t to be harmed.”

“You’re not in control,” he said in his native tongue. I’d learned Italian over the years because I knew it would come in handy.

“I am now, fuck face,” I answered back in Italian. It stunned him a little before I heard a familiar voice on the call. Ronan’s sick and demented face came into view.

“Now, now,” he said. “We’re all adults here. English will suffice.”

“Amity told us you were in Italy,” I said. “Right before she blew her face off.”

Ronan’s smile faltered a little, but he pulled it back up quickly. “She always was weak, hellbent on getting a man who didn’t even love her. It’s a pity. I was going to hand her Sloane to pick off.” Killian’s face was contorting and turning red. Luckily Ronan couldn’t see. I don’t even know how he was handling this. I’d be a fucking nut if it were Bridget.

I turned the camera around to show them Saverio on the chair. “Looks like I may have a bargaining chip, after all.”

Mateo’s face fell and Ronan’s did a little too, but they didn’t say a word.

“Don’t worry, little brother, they can’t hurt me.”

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