Page 111 of Twisted Hearts

I blink. “How the hell did you just do that?”

Gavan smirks, yanking the covers from both of us.

“That Monet in your office…” I chew on my lip, blushing as he rolls over between my legs and wraps them around his waist. “That’s a reproduction, right?”

His mouth lowers to my ear, making me gasp as he starts to nibble at the lobe.

“Right?”

“What do you think,” he murmurs, making me gasp as his swollen cock head slips between my lips.

“I think…” I gasp, moaning, as he slides into me. “I think you just invited my entire family to Paris.”

“I’m trying not to think about how many ways this might bite me in the ass later.”

I giggle, grinning as I shift my weight and roll us over, with me on top of him. I groan as I slowly sink all the way down onto his huge, gorgeous cock and lower my mouth to his.

“Thank you,” I whisper.

26

“Are you fuckingshittingme?!”

I’m not a Buddhist monk. I’m not devoid of pride. When Eilish’s friends and family pile out of the fleet of armored Range Rovers I sent to bring them to the airport, I allow myself a smug smile when Calliope gawks at the private plane sitting on the runaway.

Myplane.

Behind her, Ares, Neve, and Eilish herself step out of the same car, looking equally as shocked at the size of the jet. So do Hades, Elsa, Nora, and Galina when they get out of the next vehicle. Kratos and Dimitra Drakos, who are taking the slots I reserved for Cillian and Una, who it turns out aren’t able to make it, step out of the third car along with an extremely reluctantly impressed looking Castle.

There are private planes, and then there areprivate planes. I know for a fact that both the Drakos and Kildare families have private jets. But I’m certain their planes could fitinsidethe massive slate-black Boeing Business Jet 747-8i with “Ironclad Capital” written across the fuselage in elegant gold lettering.

It’s also not lost on me that this is the first time any of them are meeting me as Eilish’s…well, whatever-it-is she’s calling me.

In other words, it’s the first time they’re meeting me as notjustthe head of the Reznikov Bratva. The enemy. Just like it’s not lost on me that the last time I was face to face with Ares, Hades, Kratos, and Castle, my men were leveling guns at them.

Neve breaks the tension first, walking right over to where I’m standing with a polite but hard look on her face.

“Thanks for the invite.”

I nod. “Of course.” Then I frown in surprise when she steps right up to me, her eyes unflinchingly piercing straight into mine.

“Before Castle or Ares or anybody else comes over here and tries to scare you about not hurting Eilish, you should know one thing.”

“And that is?”

She smiles icily as she leans close, beckoning with her finger for me to lower my ear to her.

“I’ll be the scariest motherfucker in the room if you ever hurt my sister.”

I nod, my lips curling as she pulls away. “I havezerodoubts about that.”

Neve smiles a little less frostily and pats my arm. “Good. Then we’ll get along great.”

I chuckle as she slips back to the crowd of people staring at my plane. Ares immediately takes his wife’s place in front of me.

“I’d like to believe I can trust you, Gavan.”

I lift a shoulder. “Believe whatever you like. If I was going to come after your family or your empire, I probably would have done so already, don’t you think?”

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