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With one hand, he rips off his coveralls, then yanks his black t-shirt over his head.

I groan as my hands connect with smooth, inked flesh that’s damp with sweat. I can’t get enough of the feel of his skin under my fingertips or the taste of its saltiness under my tongue.

His skin is hot, like the raging inferno that burns inside us both can no longer be contained and has finally reached the surface.

I now know that I’m ready to burn in hell with him.

There’s no waiting as he rips open the crotch of my pants before lifting me with ease so my legs are secured over his arms. I’m fully exposed to him, and I can’t move.

With one hand, he unzips himself, then we both watch as he strokes his huge cock once, twice, before lining up and thrusting deep.

I can’t breathe. I can’t speak. I can’t do anything as he fucks me.

Fast. Furious. Frenzied.

His mouth connects with my neck, and he bites down. I hiss my appreciation, and in return, he fucks me harder.

This isn’t about me. This is about the monster within finding his release. Whether I find mine or not is irrelevant. It’s his turn to be selfish.

My back scrapes against the container as he pounds into me harder, deeper, each thrust alternating pain and pleasure.

One final thrust. Too deep. Too hard. I grimace in pain as he reaches his crescendo with a roar. His liquid darkness fills me, the sensation pulling me over the edge with him.

Hot. Sweaty. Slippery flesh.

Panting, I rest my forehead against his as I look deep into eyes of aquamarine.

Realization.

Finally.

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WearingEoin’s jacket tied around my hips to hide my torn pants, I’m chauffeur driven home by Dec while Eoin coordinates the clean-up.

I know what’s been holding me back all this time. Subconsciously or otherwise, I think I’ve always known.

I need his blessing.

My love. My loyalty. It doesn’t matter which. Neither would have allowed me to move forward without him being accepting of the situation.

I pull my phone from my pocket.

Jaine:I need Padraig’s blessing. I need him to tell me he’s okay with me being with his brother. That he’s accepting of that relationship.

Roisin:Leave it with me.

My future now lies in Irish’s hands. If he refuses to accept Eoin and I, then I will respect his decision and end things with his big brother once and for all.

CHAPTERFIFTY-TWO

EOIN

The Hudson Dusters’ HQ, Manhattan, New York

It’s beentwo days since I hacked Malky McGrath into pieces before submerging his remains in acid and turning him into human soup.

Two days since I fucked Jaine hard against the wall of the container while standing in a sea of blood. I hurt her, bruised her, used her for my own self-gratifying purposes.

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