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When he's fully seated, we both pause, overwhelmed by the connection. Then he begins to move, and I lose all coherent thought.
"Mine," he growls, thrusting deeper. "You're mine now."
"Yours," I agree, wrapping my legs around his waist. "Only yours."
He pounds into me with desperate urgency, years of longing exploding into raw need. His mouth devours mine between broken words of possession and promise.
"I love you," he confesses against my lips. "I've always fucking loved you."
"I love you too," I gasp as he hits that spot inside me that makes me see stars. "God, Conall, I'm going to?—"
"Come for me again," he demands, his thumb finding my clit. "Come on my cock."
The command pushes me over the edge. I clench around him, crying his name as another climax rips through me. He follows immediately, spilling inside me with a groan that sounds like a prayer.
We cling to each other afterward, breathing hard against sweat-dampened skin. The empire Mother built surrounds us in scattered papers, but all I care about is the man in my arms.
"What happens now?" I whisper.
Conall cups my face, thumb tracing my lips. "Now we claim what's ours. Together."
The lock clicks again, and Mother's voice calls through the door. "Time to face Petrov, darling. Are you ready to reject his offer?"
I look at Conall, seeing my future in his eyes. "More than ready."
Because with him beside me, I can inherit Mother's empire and transform this family into something worthy of the power we wield. The Queen and her King, ruling together.
The way it was always meant to be.
CHAPTER
EIGHTEEN
I can't think straightwith Conall in this room.
He's standing behind Dad's wheelchair, arms crossed, and every time I look up from these charts, his eyes are on me. All I can think about is two nights ago—his mouth on my neck, his hands everywhere, the way he made me come so hard I saw stars.
Focus. The family's waiting.
"So here's what I'm thinking," I start, trying to keep my voice steady. "Five years to go completely legitimate. Shipping, construction, real estate—all clean money. No more looking over our shoulders."
Conall shifts and Christ, the way he moves reminds me of how he felt on top of me, inside me, making me beg for more.
I flip to the next slide before I completely lose it.
"These numbers work," Cillian says, leaning forward. "What do we need upfront?"
"Forty million from existing accounts. We start with the shipping company since it's mostly legal already." I move away from the projector, needing distance from Conall's stare. It's like he's undressing me with his eyes.
"So we just throw away everything Dad built?" Eamon's not buying it.
"We're not throwing anything away. We're making it better." I turn to face him, grateful for something else to focus on besides thoughts of Conall's tongue between my legs. "The old way brings too much heat. We can't keep living like this."
Mum nods. "What about the money side of things?"
"We phase it out slowly. Use the legitimate businesses to clean what's left, then we're done with all that."
Dad makes a sound from his chair—might be approval. Hard to tell since the stroke.
