Page 31 of The Devil's Price

"I will have you every single day for the rest of my life." His voice is hoarse, his hand cupping the back of my head as he kisses me deeply, his lips melding with mine. "Let me take care of you."

"Yes," I pant. "Please," I beg.

He smiles against my lips and continues the torturous pace until he catches me by surprise and flips us over. Now I’m on top, mybody pressing his into the mattress as he plunges deeper inside me.

"God, I love you so much," I moan, clutching at his biceps as he thrusts into me again and again.

Finn's hands are everywhere, his fingers splayed across my backside as he whispers dirty things in my ear.

"Scream for me, baby. Scream my name," he demands, and I do.

"Finn! Oh, feck, Finn!" I cry out as another orgasm grips me, my body tense like a bowstring before it snaps. I can’t stop the convulsions that double me over, and I bite his shoulder to muffle more cries. My name slips from his lips in a grunt a moment later as his own climax overtakes him. His heat floods me deliciously and moistens the friction between us.

We both breathe heavily, chests heaving as we lay entangled in each other's arms. I still don't know what I'm going to tell him about the baby or how I'll manage to handle this relationship and keep my reputation. But I do know that he's what I want. When it felt like my world was caving in, he was the one I called.

I just have to survive this court case and we can work out the details later.

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FINN

Court is in session again, and though Siobhan hasn't moved a muscle other than to scribble some notes on her notepad now and then, my attention is focused on her. After a long discussion in the middle of the night, we both decided it's safer for now if I have men completely not associated with any crime syndicate to watch over her. I don't want to risk seeming impropriety in this case any more than she does, especially knowing Callahan is crooked.

If he gets another prosecutor in here, it will be a death sentence for Mick's freedom. So I've hired a few men I know are the best in the business, two army ranger wings with top marks. It wasn't hard to convince them to watch over a DPP, and my offer of three thousand pounds a day each helped out, I'm sure.

"Mr. O'Hare, what I'm asking is…" Mr. Quinn is on a rabbit trail and Siobhan isn't stopping him. The witness owns the restaurant down the street where Mick was supposedly seen that night before shooting Aiden. We all know Mick was banging his whore in an upstairs apartment a block to the east, and Quinn is trying to prove that he never went to the restaurant. It's a shame in thisold part of town, there aren't many cameras or we'd have put these charges to bed a long time ago.

A juror coughs and Siobhan looks up. I notice the way she's sitting is different from normal. Ever since I told her Callahan is dirty, she's withdrawn, like she's not even fighting the case anymore. I know she's scared of what will happen to her, but I need her to fight harder, to prove Mick's innocence. We spoke about this the other night when I was at her apartment, but when she sits in this room, she becomes a timid mouse afraid to charge the elephant.

"And do you think it's possible that you've just mistaken him for someone else?" Quinn stands in front of the witness box, staring the man down. The witness seems collected, practiced. I wonder who paid him to say these things. It's probably the same men who paid Sarah Duncan to say what she said.

We've been putting out fires since the start of it all. She won't cough up the names or descriptions of the men who paid her off, and Ronan demanded that we hide her away now—probably at his wife's behest. I told him to let Duncan sit and wait and when the Doyles come looking, we'd have them. But that didn't exactly work when we went for Sean McCarty. They came out fighting and we nearly lost him.

"Your Honor, objection." Siobhan, frustrated now, stands and objects to the line of questioning. "We're tired of this. He's badgering the witness. Can we move on?" She plants a hand on her hip and sighs. I watch the curve of her ass and smirk as I remember the things I've done to her in secret. The court case isn't ever going to go the way I want it to—I've given up on that idea and moved on to a new way.

"Sustained. Mr. Quinn, please move along." Callahan raises his eyebrows at the solicitor and the man throws his hands up.

"No further questions for this witness, Your Honor." Quinn glares at Siobhan briefly, then his eyes meet mine before he sits down. The objection wasn't without merit. He was beating a dead horse with a stick.

"Your Honor, I move for a ten-minute recess." Siobhan, still standing, presses her fingertips into the wood grain of the table in front of her and Callahan taps his gavel.

"Ten minutes recess. Court will adjourn at the top of the hour." We wait for him to rise and walk out, and then a flurry of sounds and movement erupts around me as folks take to the restroom and hallway.

I wait a second, hoping to have a quick conversation with Siobhan, but she dashes into the hall right away, leaving her things on her table. With the court officials out of the room, the judge in his chambers, and Siobhan out in the hall, I approach Mick instead.

He sits next to Quinn with his head hanging. Things have been harder on him since the news of his true alibi came out. Not only have Rebecca and Brennan not returned to view one single day, but it's given the prosecution a stronger case. He had a much greater opportunity to commit the crime given the fact that he was actually in the vicinity. I wonder if that's why the Doyles chose him. They knew where he was that night…

"Mick," I say, standing behind the half wall dividing me from him. My hands rest on the wall gripping it, and Mick turns around to take one. He grabs it with both of his and presses it to his forehead as if I'm his savior.

"Finn, I'm desperate." His eyes are sunken in, deep wrinkles in his forehead and crow’s feet that weren't there a few weeks ago. "Where's my family? How is Isla?"

"Isla is good. The baby is good too, Mick. I haven't seen Brennan. My job is to get you out, not coddle your wife." I'm firmly on his side, but I also understand how she feels. Finding out your husband is whoring around the way she did couldn't have been easy on her.

"You have to go to her. Please, tell her I love her. Please tell her?—"

"You can tell her yourself," I interrupt. Lowering myself into the chair behind me, I let him keep holding my hand. Quinn turns to face me too as I begin speaking again. "I have new evidence. The man who watched the actual murder is alive. He's at Ro's house. He's willing to testify that a Doyle was the one with the weapon that killed Aiden."

Tears come to Mick's eyes but he shakes his head. "It's too late. The judge will never allow us to add another witness to the list."

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