Page 30 of The Devil's Price

"Oh, my God, I'm so scared." I'm whimpering like a fucking baby, but after learning Judge Callahan is as dirty as Finn says he is, I don't even know which way is up. Two months ago, I'd have told anyone Judge Callahan was the good guy and Finn O'Rourke was the bad guy, but today those tables have turned. I trust Finn with my life.

"Shh, hey, I'm here," Finn says as his arms envelop me. He walks me backward through my dark kitchen to the living room. I can't let go of him. I've been shaking all day since testimony was over. I had no rebuttals, no objections to Quinn's questioning or witnesses. Callahan seemed to know I felt off. He recessed for the day an hour early, and I swear someone was following thecab I took home. I should've had Liam bring me, but after the way he put the moves on me, I don’t know where to turn now.

Which leaves me with Finn.

"He didn't just turn a blind eye to the new witness, Finn. He ordered me to continue trying the case against Mick O'Connor. He told me he would declare the man guilty." I think I may throw up just remembering the interaction this morning. "It means he's probably tampered with the jury too."

I told McVeigh everything, but I don't know how anyone can stop this now. If they go against Callahan, they'll be going against the men controlling him. It will get messy fast, and I don’t want any part of that.

"Hold the fort," Finn says, looking back at his men. They stand by the door stoically, arms crossed over their chests, guns in hand. If I didn't know better, I'd think they were a bit worked up too, like something happened to scare them. But my focus right now is on keeping my head on straight and making sure Finn knows how bad this all just got.

He takes my hand and leads me into my bedroom where he shuts the door and turns to me, cupping both cheeks. "Are you okay? Did he threaten you?"

I shake my head and blink back tears. "No threats, just what I said. He told me to continue the case as is because Mick O'Connor would be found guilty. Finn, he didn’t do it, did he?"

My eyes search his and I can see the truth in them. I cling to him again, gripping his hands and bringing them to my lips. Tears come and I can't stop them this time.

"Sib, baby, I've got this." He frees himself from my grip and hugs me so I'm tucked into his chest. I feel safe here where I never thought I would. Liam wasn't wrong with his original warnings that O'Rourke men are dangerous. I should never have taken this case on. I'm not ready for this level of evil.

"Hey, it's okay…" Finn kisses my cheek, then kisses away some tears. "My men are the best in this business. They're not going to let anything happen to you. Okay?"

"He's dirty…" I sob and tuck my head into the crook of his neck. He smells musky and raw. I can tell my earlier assumption of something having happened is correct, but I can’t fathom asking what more could have gone wrong.

Instead I raise my lips and kiss him, a desperate, hungry kiss. The kind that screams for someone to reciprocate. I need to feel safer, closer to him. I need to be one with him and feel the raw power of his arms around me. Everything is spinning out of control—the case, the baby, my life. I need to feel anchored and grounded, and I can't think of a better way than to shock my nervous system into reality.

"Right now?" he asks, and a storm brews behind his eyes.

"Shut up and kiss me," I whimper, claiming his lips again.

Finn turns us toward the bed and walks me in that direction. His hands make quick work of my clothing, pulling it off one piece at a time as I undo his belt and pants. I can't get enough. His hands are all over me, everywhere at once, and the feeling of him against me, the safety he provides is what my shaking body needs.

"Damn it, Siobhan," he growls into my neck as I feel his teeth sink into my skin. I have his pants undone, his shirt untucked,and he pushes my hands away, tearing his shirt off by himself. I help him inch my panties down my thighs and over my hips, then pull back just far enough to let him peel his own pants and boxers off, and then we topple to the bed.

Muscles ripple where I touch, the heat from his skin like a drug. My body thirsts for this, for him, and right now, I have no cares about what will happen after. I can't think beyond the next touch, the next moan. His lips are back on mine, feverish and desperate as he settles between my thighs and buries his length in me.

"God, Sib," he groans against my neck, "I need you."

I arch my hips upward, begging for more. Finn delivers, thrusting further until every inch of him is seated inside me. He's long and thick, and I bite my lip to not scream. After the hiatus we’ve both had the past week, it hurts so good. My body remembers this sensation, remembers him, and instantly melts around him like butter as I wrap my legs around his waist.

"That's it," he pants into my ear.

"Your grip on me, baby." His hand moves down to cup my ass and his other hand tangles in my hair, pulling me into a deep kiss I never want to end.

Finn's hips grind into mine in a rhythm that lights every nerve ending on fire. Heat pools between my thighs and my body tenses up as the orgasm builds. I can feel it, taunting me from afar. Heat drills through me like I’ve been electrocuted as he buries himself even further inside me, all the way to the hilt, and that's all it takes for me to break apart under him. "God," Finn groans, and then sucking a path of kisses down my neck, he whispers in my ear, "I love you.”

I clutch at him, my heart in my throat. Did he just say what I think he did?

"Finn…" I start, but his lips hush my protests.

Finn quickens his pace, rocking into me with a ferocity I desperately need. I thought he'd be tender, gentle, but no, there's something wild in his eyes tonight. He’s possessing me, and I am allowing myself to be consumed by him—fully and completely.

"Finn!" I grunt his name, clawing at his back and arching my hips.

"God, yeah," he mutters into the space between us. "Come for me, Siobhan."

My entire body shudders beneath him. Heat floods me, and stars dance behind my eyes. I writhe and gasp. Air fills my lungs, but my head spins as I twitch and jolt. I don't know how long it takes to catch my breath, or for him to slow down, but when my vision clears, Finn's still inside me, panting just as hard as I am. His eyes are locked with mine, and I can see the same wild thing in them that's racing through me.

"I love you too," I breathe, my heart pounding in my chest. His thrusts are slower now but with purpose. I can’t look away from his gaze, and he doesn’t try to either.

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