Page 70 of Reclaim (Deadly Hearts 3)

The body slumps to the floor.

The rest of the crowd take a step back and then they kneel and pledge allegiance.

Cillian, a bit of a showman, it seems, opens his arms wide and throws his head back, soaking up the fear and acceptance of being their new alpha leader. There isn’t a man in here who would go against him now. If he had shown leniency, it would’ve left the gate wide open. Right off the bat, he has been vicious. Cillian lightly jumps off the bar and leans over to grab the open bottle of Whiskey, taking a big gulp before handing it off to the nearest fellow to do the same. Soon, it is all camaraderie, and their fallen brethren are forgotten. Well, removed and dumped out the back and then forgotten.

Cillian catches my eyes and raises his eyebrow at me. Making his way over to me, I push off from the wall I’m leaning against and give him a slow, seductive smile.

He grabs me and kisses me, shoving his tongue into my mouth before he presses his body to mine. We fall back against the wall, as his hand disappears up my dress.

He groans and nips my lips. “Still?”

“What can I say, I like to be available to you at any given time.”

“Fuck, love. Do you feel what you’re doing to me?” He digs his cock into me.

“Do you feel what you’re doing to me?” I whisper close to his ear.

He slips his finger over my clit with a soft pant. “Just for me?”

“Just for you. Quite the badass motherfucker, aren’t you?”

“Gets you off, doesn’t it?” He thrusts his finger inside me.

“You get me off.”

“Ruby,” he murmurs against my lips.

He finger-fucks me deeply, slowly, pressing down on my clit with his thumb until I cream all over his hand with a muffled cry against his chest.

“How did your business go?” he asks quietly, his other hand going to my throat and pressing down slightly.

“I’ve taken back what was mine. I still need to go over to Scott’s turf.”

“Do you want to go now?”

I shake my head. “It can wait until tomorrow."

He nods and removes his hands from my neck and my pussy, licking it clean, his deep blue eyes on mine. “I won’t be back tonight,” he whispers. “I need to stay and cement this takeover.”

I nod. “Don’t get too drunk. I don’t want to have to bail you out of jail in the morning.”

He chuckles. “Have you ever drunk with the Irish, love?”

I return his smile. “Not a big drinker. Can’t hold it.”

“You’re a lightweight? Nah, don’t believe it.”

I snicker. “Try me one night. I’ll get to two glasses max and pass out.”

His eyes soften and he leans down to kiss me again, this time with more affection than passion.

“Go now, I’ll see you in the morning.”

I nod and bend to pick up my bag, sneaking back out of the door and standing in the dark alley at a bit of a loose end. To add insult to injury, it starts to rain. I glare up at the sky and stride out to the street in the hopes of hailing a taxi. I take a step back as a basic black sedan pulls up in front of me and stops. The passenger door is flung open, and the driver leans over.

“Get in. We need to talk.”

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