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I reach between us, pinching her swollen clit between my fingers. She detonates around me, cunt clamping down so hard I see stars. Her scream bounces off the walls as she soaks my cock with her release.
The sight of her coming undone on my dick pushes me over the edge. I bury myself to the hilt and empty my balls deep inside her, filling her with my seed.
We stay connected, both breathing hard. My come leaks out around my cock, marking her thighs.
"Still planning to run back to Oxford?" I ask, voice wrecked from groaning her name.
She looks at her forgotten suitcase, then back at me with a satisfied smile that makes my cock twitch inside her.
"Try to make me leave now."
I laugh, carrying her to the bed as I start to harden again. Her luggage hits the floor with a crash.
"Challenge accepted, princess." I lay her down, spreading her legs to watch my come drip from her well-fucked pussy. "Hopeyou cleared your schedule. We're not leaving this room until I've had you in every position I've dreamed about."
She pulls my mouth down to hers, tongue sliding against mine. "How long have you been dreaming?"
"Twenty years, love. We've got a lot of lost time to make up for."
I do exactly that.
CHAPTER
SEVENTEEN
I findConall in the garden after fleeing my father's study, my body shaking from rage and hurt. The cool night air does nothing to calm the fire burning through me. When he sees my face, he moves toward me with that same intensity that makes my knees weak.
"What happened?" His voice carries an edge that promises violence against whoever upset me.
"My father." The words come out broken. "He rejected everything. Called me naive. Said I should marry Petrov and stop playing at leadership."
Conall's jaw hardens. Without a word, he pulls me against his chest, and I melt into his strength. His arms wrap around me like a fortress, one hand threading through my hair while the other spans my back.
"He's wrong," Conall murmurs against my ear, his breath sending shivers down my spine. "You're the strongest person I know."
I pull back to look at him, seeing desire war with restraint in his eyes. "Am I? Because right now I feel like giving up."
"Never." His thumb traces my cheek, the gentle touch making me ache for more. "You were born to lead this family."
The way he looks at me—like I'm everything he wants but can't have—breaks something loose inside me. "Conall, I?—"
"Saoirse." Mother's voice cuts through the night from the terrace. "Both of you. My office. Now."
Conall steps back, distance snapping into place, but his eyes burn with unfinished promises. We walk to the house together, my body humming with awareness of him beside me.
Mother's private office feels different tonight. Intimate. She's lit candles instead of using the harsh overhead lights, and the warm glow makes everything seem more personal, more dangerous.
"Sit," Mother says, gesturing to the sofa instead of the formal chairs. "Both of you."
Conall hesitates, but I pat the cushion beside me. When he sits, the heat from his thigh against mine makes concentration difficult. Mother notices everything, a knowing smile playing at her lips.
"Your father's rejection was expected," she begins, settling across from us with whiskey instead of tea. "But it changes nothing about what's coming."
She opens a hidden safe, withdrawing documents that make my breath catch. Financial records showing massive legitimate holdings. Investment portfolios worth millions. Corporate structures I never knew existed.
"I don't understand," I say, leaning forward. Conall's hand finds the small of my back, steadying me, and the touch sends heat racing through my blood.
"Every important decision your father made, I influenced," Mother explains with satisfaction. "The dock acquisitions. The connections with Judge Palmer. Even hiring Conall twenty years ago."
