Page 56 of My Irish Mafia King

“Come inside me,” she moans.

“Lu-Lucy,” I gasp.

“Do it,” she goes on. “I want to feel it. I want to feel yuh-you…”

“Ahhhhhh.”

I collapse against her, my torso flat against her back, reaching around so I can massage her breasts as I empty myself inside of her. Wave after wave of hot seed explodes out of me, every inch of me burning, my length sizzling most of all as pleasure bursts from me.

I bite onto her shoulder as my release fades, then stay like that as my manhood finally wilts. She falls onto the bed, rolling over. I pull her to me so we lie face to face.

She smiles, lighting up the room. My life, my heart. “That was freaking… everything,” she whispers.

“I know what you mean. It was everything I dreamed it’d be, too. Hell, I’m getting hard again already.”

She laughs, sounding intoxicated by what we just did. “Easy, tiger. I think I need some time. You felt so big… but I couldn’t believe how good it felt after a minute.”

“I was worried I was going too hard at first, but then I felt your hips twitching and your body pulsing for me.”

“Pulsing?” she whispers.

“I could feel how close you were getting to a release,” I tell her.

“That’s hot… that you can read me through my body.”

“And we’re only just beginning,” I say, kissing her on the cheek. “We’ve got a long, long time for me to learn even more ways to make you shiver all over.”

“What happened to only living in the here and now?” she whispers.

“I want you, lucky charm, not just for tonight, not just for the moment. I want you forever. Ever since entering the bakery, I’ve desired that, despite my attempts to resist. I need you,a stór.”

I almost sayI love you. But I can’t go that far, not yet, not until I take care of Owen and Uncle Frank. Not until I know for a fact, I’m going to make her my queen.

“I need you too,” she murmurs. “I’ve been alone for so long, I thought I preferred it… But that changed the second you walked into the bakery.”

“I need to give you one last chance to back out,” I say.

“What the heck are you even saying?”

“Something I don’t want to say,” I tell her. “But something I have to. I wouldn’t forgive myself if I didn’t give you the choice.”

“What choice?” she snaps.

“Being my mafia queen will mean there’s always a chance our lives could get violent again. There’s a chance there will be more fires, more gunshots, more terror… I’ll do my best, every single day, to keep you safe. I’ll take bullets for you. I’ll let nothing happen to you. But… but it’s the reality of the life.” I let out a trembling sigh. “I could lie to you, angel, but I refuse to do that.”

“If I told you yeah, it’s too scary – if I told you I can’t handle it – would you be able to handle that? Living your life without me?”

I smooth my hand down her arm to her Claddagh ring, gently caressing it. “It would tear me up,” I snarl. “I’d never be happy. I’d live my life on autopilot, doing what was necessary to keep this city safe and sane, to keep the traffickers out, to keep us on the right track…”

“You need your lucky charm,” she whispers, bringing her lips to mine. “I’m ready to be your queen. I’ll even bake us some pastry crowns to celebrate.”

When she laughs, I feel my ice walls melting, my resolve draining. I laugh with her, stunned by how easy it feels, stunned by the closeness and the love.

But I can’t get carried away, not yet.

This could still blow up in our faces.

“Have you eaten?” she asks.

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