Page 37 of Brutal Obsession

Hopefully, it won’t come to that.

All I need to do is outsmart him, and the good news is that I’ve inadvertently set the stage already.

Cian is a slave to his sex drive, plus he obviously gets off on driving me crazy.

I hate to say it, but all those years of getting men killed while acting as hit bait are about to come in handy. I just need to convince Cian I want him, need him,crave him…

His ego will be his downfall. Works like a charm every time.

And then, once I snare him in my trap, I’ll ditch him. I still have enough money to buy tons of plane tickets. If need be, I can flee from country to country.

He may be counting his win already, but he’s wrong. I refuse to let him defeat me.

I’ll escape him if it’s the last thing I do.

So, while he carries me up a staircase, I take stock of our surroundings.

The first level expands into an open and spacious floor plan, with brown tile instead of carpet and tasteful artwork decorating the cream walls. The entry leads into a living area with a set of rattan couches and a stone coffee table.

Past the couches, to the right, glass sliding doors lead to a veranda with outdoor seating lit by soft fairy lights in bougainvillea bushes.

On the left, a bright and modern kitchen gleams with white countertops and cabinets, and if I’m not mistaken, a back door opens on the far side. The room disappears from mysightas we reach the upstairs landing, which is more of a balcony attached to the bedroom that overlooks the space below.

Across from the bedroom, I spy what appears to be a study, but I don’t get a good look before Cian dumps me on the mattress. Before I can recover from the surprise of the drop, he’s on the bed and crawling over me on all fours.

He drags his nose along my body starting from my inner thighs, then my waist, up through the valley of my breasts, and all the way to my hairline, where he nuzzles his face into my waves.

“You smell so good. The whole time you were gone, I couldn’t get that smell out of my head.”

With my heart flying in my chest, I struggle to remind myself of the plan I just came up with sixty seconds ago. Operation Lure Cian into a False Sense of Security via Seduction.

That means I need to make him think I…like him like this.

Throwing myself at Irish King enforcers is so not me.

I’ll never make it through this facade unless I pretend Cian’s a regular guy. Just a simple, average, everyday sex machine on assignment from my father to drag me back to hell.

I bite back a groan. Yeah, right. Who do I think I’m kidding?

I’m so incredibly screwed.

And not in the fun way.

Cian kisses me again, and every thought in my mind dissolves into a sea of renewed lust. I lose myself for a few minutes in the perfect sexual harmony that is kissing this one terrible man.

Honestly, I should count my blessings. At least we share an intense physical chemistry. Distracting him with my body would be a lot less palatable if, like many of the mafia guys I know, he resembled an extra from the set of Shrek.

Instead, the man I need to outsmart could pass for a supermodel.

Though his hotness does present other unique challenges. Such as, if he kisses me for too long, I might just forget the entire plan.

Cian’s hard cock digs into me while his body blankets me on the bed. It’s a little uncomfortable, having a steel pipe smashedbetween us, but there are much scarier places where he could shove that beast, so I won’t complain.

He traps my bottom lip between his teeth, and,ugh. He needs to stop, because I’m this close to moaning again.

That will land us back at square one faster than I can say, “Fuck me, Cian Mahoney.”

And man, his ego would love that.

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