Page 91 of No Promises, No Lies

“I killed him too quickly.” His voice is haunting as he stares at the marks—finding more.

I drag his chin up, tearing his eyes away from my skin. “It’s okay,” I reassure him. “It doesn’t hurt,” I lie. It hurts. But only if someone touches it and God, if I don’t want Aidan to stop touching me.

He shakes his head. “It’s not okay,” his jaw tightening, “No one will ever touch you like that again.” The dangerous edge to his voice ignites a spark deep inside me, only making me want him more. “If they do—they die.” Aidan’s pine green eyes are nearly black when they finally meet mine. I see nothing but unquestionable certainty in his dark gaze. And I…I believe him.

I showed up at the rink today, tail between my legs. Scared, alone, practically begging for his help. He could have laughed or sent me right back where I came from. But—he didn’t. Aidan could have hurt me, or worse. But I knew.Knew. He wouldn’t.

Weeks ago, he pressed his gun to my forehead, demanding I give him a reason not to do it. Not to kill me.Something passed between us at that moment. Something I can’t explain… I lookedinto his eyes and my tortured heart saw his, and I just knew he wouldn’t do it.

Aidan didn’t even ask a single question before pulling me onto the back of his bike. Bringing me here… to his home. Where he knew I would besafe.And then he left. He went back... And he eliminated the threat. The Irish Devil made Matteo Carroza pay.

“He will never touch me again because of you, Aidan.” I reach up, cupping his face in my palm. The Irish enforcer leans into my touch, his eyes closing at the sound of his name on my lips. “You—your brothers...” I hang my head, no longer able to meet his gaze. “I don’t know how I’ll ever repay you.”

He grips my chin, jerking it up. “You owe usnothing. Do you hear me?” His eyes blaze as they hold mine. “I don’t know when it happened or how, but—you’re one of us now. And we protect our own.”

“I can’t let you risk?—”

“You’remine, Rory. My complication, my problem, myangel, mineto protect.”

I think I stopped breathing. Hearing his words—the corner of my mouth twitches up. Aidan’s eyes drop to my mouth and he lets out a groan, “Do that more often.” And then his mouth is on mine again. His hand travels down, down until—I hike up a breath, shuddering when his fingers find my clit.

He pauses there—a single finger moving in slow, gentle circles—waiting. I bite my lip and dip my chin, knowing exactly where this is going and wanting it more than I’ve ever wanted anything. Aidan’s green eyes sparkle. His slow circles drive me mad, building up a delicious tension that runs deep, low, and wild.

I raise my hips, searching... no,needingmore.

Aidan’s other hand explores the rest of me. Fingertips trailing down my arm, leaving a tingling warmth in their wake.Jolts of electricity ripple through my body at each point of contact, sending little shivers down my spine and building to an impossible intensity deep within my core.

Hot water streams down my chest, further fanning the heat from the flames that Aidan continues to stoke. As he increases the pressure, a whimper escapes. He swallows the sound with his mouth, again running his tongue along my lip until I open for him.

He rewards me, shoving his finger inside me and curling it up against a spot I don’t know if I knew existed.

I see stars.

Arching my back against the glass, I beg him for more. When Aidan adds a second finger, my knees nearly buckle, but he holds me in place. His fingers slowly pumping in and out, fucking me nearly to climax. The fire in my core becomes inescapable, consuming every thought.

I squirm in his arms. Aidan’s hand closes around my throat to keep me in place. His hold is firm, but gentle. Reminding me of the first time we met, I feel the tension in his grip all the way through my core.

He withdraws his fingers, and I let out a whine of protest, “No?—”

“Don’t worry Angel,” he assures me with a devilish wink, “I’ve got something better.”

I swallow hard. He feels the movement under his palm. The hunger in his eyes sharpens into something more serious as he stares deep into mine. “Are you sure?”

Not breaking our gaze, I dip my chin. A little smile on my lips. Aidan leans forward, hot breath from his mouth right up against my ear, leading to a full body shudder.

“Not good enough—I need to hear you say it, baby.” The contrast between Aidan’s velvety voice in my ear and his firmgrip around my throat… the way his hardened body presses me against the shower wall, has me spiraling toward the edge

“Fuck me, Aidan O’Rourke. Fuck me, how you think I deserve.”

He drops to his knees.

Surprised, I try to follow, but his hand holds firm on my throat, holding me back, and that’s when I feel it... Aidan’s tongue trailing up against my clit. My entire body quivers while I twist and squirm. The feeling is too much… overwhelming me. I want to both run and submit to it all at the same time.

He increases the pressure, slipping two fingers in while he sucks my clit. Working me closer and closer to the edge. I throw my head back, my body going taut, so close to unraveling. When Aidan’s teeth graze the little bundle of nerves, I’m done for. Screaming as I come. Exploding like a rocket. He finger fucks me through my orgasm until I go limp in his arms.

Rising, he kisses me roughly as I come down, my knees shaking as he slips his tongue into my mouth.

“Don’t get weak on me now, angel.” He lifts me up into his arms and I wrap my arms around his neck. I still, when I feel the length of him push against my entrance.

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