Page 33 of Shattered Union

"So now you know. I do not love her. I fucking hate her. I have six children. All of whom I love and will raise. The only reason I'm still married to her fucking arse is because she's got evidence against my boy. Evidence that'll put him away for a long fucking time." His blue eyes are wild with emotion. Love, rage, worry, and lust all swirling around, making those amazing eyes brighter.

"Who are you?" It's something I've always wanted to know. Who he truly is? He's lied to me, hidden so much from me. I want the truth.

He presses tighter against me. "My name is Denis Gallagher. I'm the Boss. The Boss of the Clann."

Oh shit. He's the head of the Irish mafia.

"I'm also the man that loves you. I'm not letting you go, Callie. Not at fucking all. I waited forty fucking years to find a woman I loved, that I needed more than I need to breathe. You think, you can walk into my life and I'd let you walk away? No. That's not what's happening."

I suck in a deep breath as I look into his eyes.

God, I love him.

My hands move from his chest up to his neck, and I tug his head down. Meeting him halfway, our lips collide.

Yes. God. I've missed this.

He growls low in his throat, his hands tighten on my hips. He takes over the kiss. It's hard, passionate, and punishing. His tongue sweeps into my mouth and I moan, pressing my tits against his chest.

Yes. This is better. So much better.

I've dreamt about this. Needing this. Craved it.

I sink further into him, giving into the lust and love.

10

Denis

Inever thought I'd hear that little moan again. It's been a long fucking month. Thirty days of thinking I'd lost her without being able to do anything about it. She wasn't answering her bloody phone, and I had to stay in Spain. I had to be there for my son and his woman. To make sure there were no more comebacks on them. I had to ensure they were safe.

Having her in my arms, I finally feel relaxed. I'm able to fucking breathe again.

Witnessing her with that prick outside had my blood boiling. The only saving grace is he dropped her home and didn't follow her into the house. Seeing her dressed in a tight silver dress and strappy sandals had my dick standing to attention. God, no matter what she wears, she looks amazing.

"Mo ghrá," I growl into her mouth. "I need you."

"Yes," she breathes, her magnificent eyes wide and bright.

I lift her into my arms. I'm not fucking her for the first time in weeks against the wall. I need to take my time with her. In a bed.

Our mouths are fused together as I carry her upstairs, her legs wrapped around my waist, her dress up around her hips. My hand splayed against her bare arse. She's got on a tiny thong. I'm dying to rip it from her body and sink my dick into her tight pussy.

As soon as I reach her bedroom, I pull my mouth away from hers and glance around her room. I realise nothing has changed since the last time I was here. The bed sheets haven't been changed, there's the coffee cup from the morning before I left still on the bedside table. And my shirt still where I threw it on the floor.

The tightness that has been on my chest for the past month intensifies at seeing that. Has she not been home? If not, where the fuck has she been?

I lay her down on the bed, her legs tight around my waist, her hands clinging to my neck. "Denny," she whispers.

"I've got you, baby," I tell her as I push her legs from my waist, my hands skimming down her body. Goosebumps break out over her skin.

She kicks off her sandals, her movements frantic.

I move down her body. She shifts slightly as she spreads her legs open for me. Her body tenses as my finger runs along her hips until I reach the band of her underwear. "Baby," I groan as she whimpers when my finger runs along her pussy, over the material of her thong.

I pull her panties off her body. A shy smile hits her face. Her cheeks flushed pink, as they always do when I go down on her. The need to taste her hits me. God, I've fucking missed her. Running my finger through her folds. God, she's fucking soaked.

I kneel on the floor, inhaling her scent. Damn. It feels like forever since I've had her. I take my time, alternating between fucking her deep with my tongue and playing with her clit. She arches off the bed, her fingers clenching around the bed sheets.

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