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"Look at me," I growl.
Her eyes lock with mine as I push inside. She's tight as a fist, wet heat gripping my cock like she was made for me. Her back arches, a moan spilling from her lips.
"So fucking tight," I grit out, fighting the urge to slam into her. "Like you've been waiting for my cock."
"I have," she gasps. "God, you're so big?—"
I start to move, slow thrusts that make her whimper. She wraps her legs around my waist, pulls me deeper.
"Harder," she demands. "I'm not made of glass."
I give her what she wants, driving into her with enough force to make her tits bounce. She cries out, nails digging into my shoulders.
"That's it," I snarl in her ear. "Take my cock. Show me how much you want it."
"More," she begs. "Fuck me harder?—"
I flip her over, pull her up on her hands and knees. This angle lets me go deeper, hit spots that make her scream. I grab her hips, pound into her wet pussy like I'm claiming her.
"Who do you belong to?" I growl, one hand tangling in her hair.
"You," she gasps. "I belong to you?—"
I reach around, find her clit with my fingers. She convulses around my cock, her orgasm ripping through her. The sight ofher coming undone pushes me over the edge. I thrust deep and empty myself inside her, marking her as mine.
We collapse together, sweaty and satisfied. I pull her against my chest, feel her heart racing against mine.
"What happens now?" she asks.
"Now we deal with the fallout." I press my lips to her temple. "Your father, the family, our enemies."
"Together?"
"Try to stop me." I tilt her chin up. "You're mine now, princess. Real father or not, family approval or not. Mine."
She smiles, wicked and satisfied. "Good. Because I'm keeping you."
Outside, Boston sleeps. But I know this peace won't last. When Tiernan finds out about us, when our enemies make their next move, when the truth about her parentage spreads?—
The real war starts tomorrow.
Tonight, she's mine. And I'll burn the world down before I let anyone take her from me.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-FOUR
The bastards thinkthey're untouchable.
I watch Senator Morrison adjust his tie through the two-way glass, his smugness radiating across the conference room. Twenty years of corruption, and he sits there like he owns the world. Maybe he did—until today.
"Ready to burn it all down?" Conall asks, his breath warm against my ear.
Heat spreads through me. Even now, with everything on the line, his voice makes my thighs clench. I turn to face him, noting how his shirt pulls across his chest, how his eyes burn with the same hunger I feel.
"I've been ready my whole life," I say, letting my fingers trail down his arm. "The question is whether you can handle watching me destroy them."
His eyes darken. "Try me."
