Page 152 of Merciless Desires

“How does that feel?” Darragh whispers.

“God, so good.” I haven’t come in months.

“Can I?” He pulls at my waistband. “Are you wet?”

My hips curl with anticipation to feel him touch me. “Maybe.”

“Fuck, you’re soaked. Poor baby. I know what you need.”

“Please.”

Darragh rubs my clit, and the back of my head melts into his shoulder. “I want to make you feel so good.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. I can’t explain this.”

“I know what you mean.” I turn my head, and he lowers his lips to kiss me. It’s soft and sweet.

Biting my lip, I say, “You can do better than that.”

“You have no idea.”

Two hours later, we’re making out in his car, Darragh’s thick cock straining his pants. The rest of the class was brutal, waiting for this moment, even though he gave me three orgasms.

“Sophie…” I mutter. “Her meeting.”

“We have twenty minutes.” He kisses me and pulls me onto his lap after shoving his driver’s seat all the way back. How I fit is a miracle. “I have to fuck you.”

“These tight yoga pants say otherwise.” I grind against him like a lap dance.

“God, yeah.” He unbuckles his pants and takes out his dick. “Just touch me. Please.”

I reach in between my legs and groan, feeling how big and hard he is. “Wow.”

“Christ, yes. Stroke me, baby.”

His head tips back, and I watch his throat pulse. With his dick in one of my hands, I squeeze the column with my other hand. “How can you be so damn handsome?”

With their golden hair, sharp jaws, clean cut, and cocky attitudes, I found Darragh and Cormac to be the most handsome of the O’Rourkes.

“Me?” He pulls his eyes forward and kisses me. “You… You’re truly the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I thought it the first time I saw you.”

“Like prison jumpsuits, do you?”

“No. I saw you at a fundraiser years ago. But you were… God, seventeen maybe?” He takes a breath and groans, “God, that’s so good. Fuck, I’m close. Christ, I wish I could feel your mouth around me.”

There’s no possible way I can scoot down. “I can do that later if you want.”

“Aw, fuck.” His eyes flash open, and he throbs in my hand. I suck on his tongue when he shoves it into my mouth to deepen the kiss.

Warm, stickiness spills on my hand. “That’s so hot, Darragh.”

“Yeah, don’t confuse me with my brother.” He holds my face. “I’ll take care of you. Treat you right. Like you deserve.”

This all happened so quickly, him finding me pregnant and going all alpha to claim what he believes is his family’s heir. But I come with that deal, something he didn’t like at first.

The mess in my hand means something changed his mind…

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