Page 15 of The Devil's Price

"Hey, I'm here… Shh." I pull her in again, and she relaxes into my arms. She's a fighter, body rigid with tension and ready to run if need be, but she lets me hold her. This is fucked up. I hate seeing her so terrified, and I'm supposed to be ready to slit her throat or something if she doesn't play by our rules. What the hell will I tell Ronan? That I'm falling in love with the prosecutor? I can't let this happen, but it's happening all the same and I don’t want to stop it.

"Please don't leave. Not tonight. Please stay with me," Siobhan begs, and I have no intention of leaving.

"I'll stay," I tell her, and I pull her head away and bring her lips to meet mine softly. Then I pull back so our eyes meet. She tastes like pasta sauce, sweet and tangy, and I want more of it.

"Thank you," she says, her voice so timid I wonder if she even approves of the words. This can't be good for Mick's case either—her being seen with a criminal associated with the man she's accusing of murder. If the judge throws the case because she's fucking me, I'll have to go back to the drawing board on how best to get Mick off the hook while still preserving the case so they can find Aiden's real killer.

Siobhan studies my eyes from only inches away, blinking rapidly. "Why do you care? Why are you here, Finn?" Her hands linger on my arms, sliding slowly up to my shoulders where her hands hook around my neck and play with the hair at the nape of my neck.

"Why does anyone do anything?" She's so close I can smell the lingering scent of her shampoo, something with coconut or shea butter. It's faint, but it's a good smell.

"No, I'm asking why you are." Her fingernails scrape the back of my neck, and even I question my motive. I'm supposed to be buttering her up, coaxing her into my web to force vulnerability and demand she do things my way. At this point, she could just recuse herself and be done with it and there would be no way for me to blackmail her. I'm not doing anything at all except getting my kicks.

"I'm here…" I start, but I have no words. This woman makes me want to be honest. "I'm here because you asked me to stay." It's all I can muster because the truth is, I'm here because she does something to me. She's got me by the balls.

"And?" she asks, licking her lower lip.

"And I want to bed you, maybe more than that. Maybe I'm a foolish man caught in the Black Widow's web, ready to be bled dry, but I want to be here because I want to be here." I pull her against my mouth in a crushing kiss she doesn't resist.

The kiss is searing, binding our lips together as our bodies begin to move toward the couch. Her hands are on my belt now, working to free me from the prison of my clothing while I shove her shorts down to mid-thigh and find her core dripping. My rock-hard cock is pulsing, skin so taut it feels like it will splitopen if I swell any more. I need to be inside her to ease the burning.

"Christ, woman. You're aching for it," I mutter against her ear before I peel her shirt off and reach around back to unclasp her bra. Her breasts spill free, full and heavy with small, dark nipples that peak under my scrutiny. She's breathing heavily now, biting her lip as if she's trying to keep quiet, and I can't help but smirk at the delicious paradox of it all.

"You want me to fuck you, Siobhan?" The look she gives me is pure fire and lust. I drink in and absorb the hooded gaze she gives me. This woman is intoxicating and she has my heart pounding.

"Yes," she breathes out on a shuddery exhale, and I smile as I push her back against the couch. She’s managed to get my pants undone, but I have to unsheathe myself. I tear off my shirt, tossing it, then yank my pants down and kick them off with my shoes. She watches me as she shimmies her shorts and panties the rest of the way down before I kneel between her knees.

"Say it again, louder this time," I grunt into her pussy as I lick hungrily at her folds. She tastes like heaven and damnation, salty and oh, so sweet.

"Finn!" She gasps my name as her head tilts back, and I grin. She claws at my shoulders, her nails tearing into my flesh under the force of it all.

"Finn, please," she begs.

"Please what? Do you want me to fuck you? Do you want me to fuck this tight little pussy until you scream my name, Sib?"

"Yes, please," she whimpers, lifting herself up toward my face as I grab her hips and pull her in harder against my mouth. She tastes even better than I imagined.

"Say it again," I growl, nipping her pussy in warning. "Say it."

"I want you to fuck me, Finn. Please!" Her eyes are glassy with arousal as I push two fingers into her core and stroke the bundle of nerves that makes her jolt and twitch. Her grip on my shoulders intensifies, and I suck her clit like a straw, drinking up her juices.

Siobhan shatters around my digits, screaming into the couch as her juices flood my face. Her face is flushed and her expression is one of pure pleasure mixed with a hint of pain. Her body is covered in a sheen of sweat, her hair clinging to her forehead. Her body is writhing and jerking, knuckles turning white with the force of her grip. Her pussy pulses and I love it, the way she loses control around me.

I lick up every drop of her moisture, watching her features contort in pleasure before I straighten on my knees and sheath myself in one startlingly long movement that draws a gasp from her lips.

"God, you feel wonderful," I growl, biting the column of her neck as I start to move, long, slow strokes at first that increase in fervor until we find a cadence that pleases us both. "You like being my fuck toy?" I manage to grunt out as her pussy tightens around me, but she doesn't answer me with words. Instead, she wraps her legs around my waist and pulls me close, forcing me to go deeper and harder until the couch creaks under our combined weight.

My hand comes down hard on her outer thigh and she gasps, clenching hard around me as she does. “Feck,” she grunts, and her nails dig into my ass to pull me deeper.

She's all slick heat and fire below me as her nails leave angry red marks on my back, but fuck if it doesn't feel good when she orgasms again. It’s all I can do not to lose my mind along with her as white-hot pleasure courses through me like lightning when she clenches around my cock hard enough to push me right to the edge.

She convulses and jerks, falling backward to the sofa, and I feel every twitch of her pussy wrapped around my shaft. Her tits bounce, arms limp at her sides, and her eyes roll back as guttural grunts of ecstasy escape her lips. My mouth waters at the sight of her writhing and convulsing. Her hips buck against mine, and I can taste the anticipation and arousal on my tongue.

When she stills, I unsheathe myself and grab her by the arm, turning her over. She’s limp and pliable, yielding to my movements. So I help her stand, forcing her to kneel on the sofa cushion and bend over the back of it. I spread her, peering down at her ass while I stroke myself. I’m close.

My thumb presses against her tight entrance, watching the muscles contract against my pressure. She’s slick enough that I don’t need lube as I line my cock up to her thick ring of muscles and push in, causing her to gasp out in pain mingled with pleasure.

“Shite, it’s hot,” I grunt as I push into her ass.

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