Page 9 of The Devil's Price

"Well, you just saved me, so I owe you something." Finn is a dangerous man, there's no doubt about that. But I feel safe with him here—much safer than on the street with those thugs. And any personal vendetta I have isn't against him as a man, but more so the lifestyle he lives, the organizations as a whole. I can separate that for one evening to thank a man who saved my honor.

"I have something else in mind," he murmurs, and it makes goosebumps rise on my arms. I kick off my heels and press a hand to the cool glass, leaning on it. I still feel the moisture between my thighs that he elicited just by undressing me with his eyes. His touch was electric too, and my body already feels it with him seemingly miles away.

"What's that?" I ask, expecting him to come right over and undress me, but he passes by me entirely. When he walks around the bar and the lights come on, I strain at the brightness. "What are you doing?"

Finn searches my cupboards and takes out a glass, fills it with water, and then returns to my side, taking me by the hand to the living room where we sit on my white leather sofa. "Here," he says, putting the water in my hands. He curls some hair around my ear and watches me, nodding in a gesture intended to tell me to drink.

I sip, unsure of what to even feel. I'm ready to spread my legs and sit on this man's face and he's acting like a gentleman. Because of those men, maybe? Why else would he not come atme again? We're alone here. He has no reason to hold back. We were both massively turned on and ready to go at it only twenty minutes ago, and now this?

"What are you doing?" My suspicion has to be answered. Even in my drunken state, I can see something is going on inside his head.

"You need to get a security team. After that, you have to see that you're not safe. You're a DPP, woman. The creatures are going to crawl out of the darkness to come after you now that you're trying this high-profile case."

I narrow my eyes at him and drink more, then set the glass to the side. "Is that what you've done, then?" He pauses a beat and shakes his head like he doesn't know what I'm insinuating. "You hired those men to come at me so you could rush in and play the hero? Get me to invite you up here and then what? You’ll kill me now?"

The words spill out of my mouth and I don't try to stop them. He's got his wheels turning now. I'm not stupid, just drunk. And for some strange reason, very calm now. No longer anxious at all. I suppose that is the alcohol.

"I'm not that sort of man, Siobhan." Finn rises as if to leave, and I snag his hand.

"Stay…" The words hang in the air as an open invitation, and I don't hide the meaning.

"Think what you want about men like me, but don't lump me into the rest of the group. I'd never do that to you or any other woman. O'Rourkes live by a code." He pulls his hand from my grasp and continues to walk toward the door, and I shoot to my feet and snip at him.

"Are you all gay or something? A beautiful woman, available and ready to be your sex pet, and you just walk away?" My chest is heaving as I spit out the words. "Don't think you'll get a lick of information from me at all. You're a monster, plain and simple. Just like them all. It's all you'll ever be."

Finn stops and turns back to me, but the anger or darkness I hope to see in his eyes isn't there. He's amused at my drunken railing and he chuckles.

"A woman with a mouth like that has got to be absolute raging fire in the sack, no?" He quirks up one eyebrow, and now I'm fuming mad at him. I pick up the glass of water and launch it at him, but it misses, smashing against the dining room wall and shattering. The water runs down the wall slowly, puddling by the broken glass.

"Wouldn't you like to know!" Turning, I stomp off toward my bedroom, and before I even get out of the living room, Finn is there, gripping my wrist so hard I think he'll break my arm. He twists it up behind my back and pushes me against the wall where his hot breath dances across my cheek from behind. I turn my head and let the cold plaster chill my hot cheek, and he bites my earlobe.

"Actually, I would." His growl makes a shiver of arousal crawl down my spine to my core. It pools there, furthering the warmth that’s already been pulsing through me. His attitude, the way he commands my attention is so attractive, I can’t help but melt in his presence.

"Screw you."

"Is that an invitation?" he asks me as he grabs a handful of my ass and grinds his hard dick into the back of my thigh. I’mshocked to feel how turned on he is by me. "Because I'll take it if it is."

Before I even know what’s happening, he has me turned around, still pinned to the wall, and my dress is folded down around my waist, bare chest exposed to his greedy eyes, which devour me. I’m shocked and embarrassed, but my body is on fire for him, pussy pulsing and aching to be touched.

“Finn, what are you doing?” I manage to ask as he kneels down, taking my dress and panties with him, and his hot breath fans across my wet center as his face closes in on my shaven mound. I’m not thinking straight, clearly. I’m making a mistake. This is completely out of character for me.

“I was thinking of collecting on that offer from the club minus the audience.” He growls before he roughly pushes his tongue between my folds, lapping at my arousal and causing me to moan loudly.

“Finn…” I warn, but it comes out as a moan as he adds a finger to the mix, thrusting it inside me as he devours me whole with his mouth. His stubble scrapes on my thighs as his tongue invades me. I am shuddering, bracing myself on this wall because I know I’m going to fall over if I don’t.

“You taste just as sweet as I knew you would, Siobhan.” His thumb strokes my clit as he speaks, and I tangle my fingers in his hair as the room spins around us. “You know, I’m absolutely a horrible monster just like you say I am. And men like me are really good at doing very bad things to women who taunt them. Maybe you’ll be more careful next time.” He adds a second finger, then a third, and I’m grunting, barely hanging on to the breath in my lungs. “Or are you going to keep running that pretty mouth of yours?”

“Oh, fuck me, Finn. Just fuck me already!” I’m lost in the pleasure he’s giving me, and I don’t care who he is or what he does when he’s not here with me. All I know is that Finn O’Rourke has the tongue of a god and I want him to use it all over me.

With a wicked grin, he adds a fourth finger, his pinky, twisting and pushing hard against my entrance. “Is that what you want, Siobhan? You sure? Because I can be very bad in ways you’ve never imagined.”

My God, he’s going to put his whole fucking fist into me, and I fucking want it. “Yes…” I gasp, and I use his shoulders for support as I lean forward over him. His mouth returns to suck my clit as he slides his thumb in and I feel like I’m being torn in two. My core is ready to burst, my coil poised to snap.

“Oh, shit… Oh, holy mother,” I grunt. Every twist of his hand pushes it deeper until his fist sinks into me. My body shudders and loses control. It’s thick and huge, stretching me, filling me. I gasp and grunt, barely able to put words into the atmosphere, but I’m going to break open.

“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna…”

“That’s right, baby. Come for me, Siobhan. Let me hear you scream.”

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