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"Saoirse?" Eamon's voice carries shock and fury. "What are you doing?"
"What I should have done years ago." I reach for Conall's free hand, our fingers intertwining while his others remain intimately buried in my heat. "I'm choosing him."
"Father will destroy you both."
Conall's smile turns deadly. "He can try."
The promise of violence in his voice, combined with the way his fingers move inside me, makes me tremble with need.
"Get out, Eamon." My voice carries new authority even as pleasure builds. "Now."
My brother stares at us for another heartbeat, then shakes his head. "This is madness."
After he leaves, silence fills the gym except for my ragged breathing. Conall and I stare at each other, the weight of exposure settling between us.
"Everyone will know now," he says quietly, his fingers still working magic between my thighs.
"Good." I rock against his hand, chasing the climax he's building. "I'm tired of hiding how much I want you."
His free hand frames my face with surprising tenderness. "You know what this means? What choosing me will cost you?"
"Everything." I lean into his touch even as my body coils tighter. "My inheritance, my family, my safety. But I don't care anymore."
"They'll come for us."
"Let them." I smile against his mouth as the pressure builds. "I'd rather burn with you than freeze without you."
His answering smile is pure sin. "Then burn we will."
His thumb finds my clit and I shatter, crying out his name as pleasure crashes through me. He swallows my moans with his mouth, his fingers working me through the most intense orgasm of my life.
When I finally come down, trembling in his arms, he rests his forehead against mine.
"I love you," he whispers, the words shattering what's left of my world. "I've loved you for years, and I'll love you until they put me in the ground."
Tears spill down my cheeks because this beautiful, broken man just handed me his heart when it could destroy us both.
"I love you too," I whisper back. "More than family, more than duty, more than my own life."
The admission hangs between us like a sacred vow and a death sentence.
Because loving each other means war with everyone else.
CHAPTER
SIXTEEN
I leanagainst Saoirse's doorframe, watching her pack with jerky movements that make my cock throb. The scent of our fucking still hangs in the air, mixing with her perfume to create something that has me half-hard despite having her three times last night.
She's wearing my shirt—white cotton barely covering her ass—and nothing else. Every time she bends over that suitcase, I catch glimpses of her bare pussy, of the bite marks I left on her inner thighs. My mouth waters remembering how she tasted when I made her come on my tongue.
"Going somewhere?" My voice comes out rougher than intended.
Her hands still on a silk blouse. "Back to Oxford. Before father trades me to those Russian bastards for shipping routes."
The word 'trades' sends rage through my veins. Images flash of her bound and displayed, of other men thinking they can touch what belongs to me. My hands fist at my sides.
"He won't force the alliance."
