Page 34 of His Temptation

Heat pulsed low in her belly, liquid fire melting through her veins.

Siobhan hissed, arching against him, her body desperate for friction she refused to beg for.

Daragh dragged his knuckles up the inside of her thigh, so soft, so deliberate, the anticipation burning hotter than the touch itself. “You want me.” It wasn’t a question.

Siobhan clenched her jaw, shaking her head. “You’re a bastard.”

He chuckled darkly. “I think we established that last night.”

Then his fingers slipped lower, teasing, stroking, but never giving her what she needed. Her breath caught, her thighs trembling. She tried to twist away, but he pinned her down easily, spreading her wide as he hovered over her, his gaze dark and unrelenting.

“You don’t get to run from this,” he murmured, dragging his mouth along her jaw, his fingers never stopping their wickedtorment. “Not when you were dripping for me last night. Not when you came screaming my name.”

Siobhan shuddered, fighting the pleasure threatening to undo her. “You’re insufferable.”

Daragh’s grip tightened on her hips. “I am, and you love it.”

Before she could deny it, his fingers curled inside her, pressing against that spot that made her vision go white. She gasped, her back bowing, but Daragh held her down, refusing to let her move away from the pleasure he was forcing upon her.

“Say it,” he demanded again, thrusting his fingers deeper.

Siobhan whimpered, her nails clawing at the sheets. “No.”

Daragh’s fingers traced the nape of her neck, right over his claiming mark. “Then I’ll just have to ruin you until you do.”

Her world shattered as his mouth descended, hot and ruthless against her most sensitive flesh. His tongue flicked, licked, devoured, and Siobhan’s protests died in a strangled moan.

Her hips bucked, but he held her down, forcing her to take everything he gave her. She writhed, teetering on the edge, her thighs trembling, her body coiling tighter and tighter…

“Admit it, kitten,” Daragh rasped against her, his voice vibrating against her soaked skin. “Say you belong to me, or I’ll keep you like this all day.”

Siobhan bit her lip, her pride a flickering ember beneath the raging fire of her pleasure. “Damn you,” she breathed.

Daragh’s teeth sank lightly into her thigh in warning.

She snapped. “Fine,” she gasped, trembling. “I—I belong to you.”

The second the words left her lips, Daragh’s grip tightened, and he wrecked her. His tongue, his fingers, the brutal precision of his movements sent her spiraling over the edge, pleasure slamming into her so violently she sobbed through it. Herrelease tore through her like a storm, leaving her gasping, shattered, and entirely at his mercy.

Daragh growled in satisfaction, licking his lips as he finally—finally—relented. He pulled her boneless body into his arms, cradling her possessively. “Good girl,” he murmured against her temple.

Siobhan hated how much those words satisfied her.

She drifted in the afterglow, Daragh’s arms wrapped tightly around her, anchoring her against him. His heartbeat was a steady drum beneath her ear, his scent a mixture of musk, sex, and the lingering traces of whiskey from the night before.

And yet, beneath it all, there was still something else—something dangerous.

The quiet between them wasn’t just silence. It was waiting.

Daragh’s phone buzzed on the bedside table. Siobhan barely stirred as he reached for it, his grip on her never loosening as he answered.

“What?” His voice was calm, but she could feel the energy in his body shift—not the kind she wanted.

A pause. Then Con’s voice, clipped and deadly, filtered through the speaker. “It’s Sebastian.”

Siobhan’s gut twisted.

Daragh’s hand flexed against her hip. “What about him?”

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