Page 52 of My Irish Mafia King

“I still want to work for a living,” she says. “I still want to take pride in what I do.”

A smile touches my lips, pride swelling within me. “I wouldn’t have expected anything less from you.”

“Do you think you’ll find them?” I ask.

“Yes,” I growl. “Eventually, they’ll slip up. Because of you, because of your bravery, the entire Family knows them for the scum they really are. They’ve got a few men loyal to them… but not enough. You saved the Family, Lucy. You saved the city from a war.”

“Ifit goes to plan.”

“Remember Oisín and Niamh?” I whisper, touching her cheek, kissing her lips softly. “Whatever happens, Lucy, we owe it to each other to take what time we have. We never know what tomorrow will bring. A fire, a storm, a war… but here, now, we have each other.”

I kiss her again. She makes that beautiful, shocked, hungry noise that inflames my entire body with aching passion. My manhood bulges against my pants, the zipper pressing against my tip, making me feel like I’m going to erupt.

“But,” I continue, “that doesn’t mean I think this is going to end. Ever. What would I do without my lucky charm, hmm?”

She sits up, her eyes flooded with meaning, with intent. “If tonight was our last night, there’s only one thing I’d want to do, Killian. I’ve thought about this a lot when you were away. I…” A shiver moves through her body, her nipples poking through her shirt. “I need you. I need us. I need a connection.”

Clover whines, looking up at me, then sniffs toward the hallway.

“I think she’s trying to warn you,” I say with a smirk. “Once we start, I won’t be able to stop. When I see your gorgeous, perfect naked body, I’ll turn into a goddamn animal.”

Lucy shakes her head, pouting her kissable lips. “That’s the noise she makes when she wants to be with Anna. She’s trying to give us some alone time.”

My cock turns rock solid. “Then we better give her what she wants…”

Twenty-One

LUCY

As I carry Clover toward the guestroom where Anna has been sleeping, I take a moment to identify the feeling fluttering through me. Is it happiness? Killian held me during the ride to this apartment the night of the ball, but then he became distant, as if he knew he had to make himself cold for what he had to do.

Now he’s home, and it’s like he’s melted all the agony away. When I knock on the door, Anna calls for me to come in. She’s lying in bed, a book in her hand.

“Hey,” she says, sitting up. “It’s nice to see you smiling. Is he home?”

I nod. “Clover was whining to come in here… and I was wondering, maybe, if you could take care of her for a while?”

“Wait, is it headphone time?” Anna says with a raised eyebrow.

When I laugh, it feels like a relief. ‘Headphone time’ is what Anna has been referring to me and Killian being together as… because she’s promised to wear headphones.

“I think it might be,” I murmur.

Anna walks over and scoops Clover up, then puts her hand on my arm. “Remember, you want this. You’ve wanted it for a long time. I’ll be listening to heavy metal, by the way.”

Meaning… we can make all the noise we want.

When I leave the room and walk down the hallway of Killian’s minimalist apartment, he’s waiting for me at the bedroom door. He’s wearing a pale green shirt, the top two buttons undone, his muscles heaving, the light glimmering in his light blonde hair.

I love how he looks at me, his gaze moving to my thighs, my breasts, then my face. He stares longingly as he approaches, his hands shaking.

“I’m so proud of you,” he says fiercely. “What you did…”

“I was scared,” I admit. “But I won’t let that stop me. With anything.”

“You don’t need to be scared now,” he groans, leaning down for another kiss.

I lose myself in it, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the feeling of him picking me up, how weightless I become, how effortless he makes it. He carries me into the bedroom, kicking the door closed.

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