by Henry, Jane
Why is that hot? That shouldn’t be hot. I should be afraid. Maybe I am, though. A little.
I swallow hard just before he grabs my hair and yanks my head back. My mouth parts, and I know what’s coming next. His cock fills my mouth and my eyes water as I gag.
“Suck. Show me how sorry you are.”
I bob my head as he yanks my hair, pain lighting up my scalp as I obey. Fuck, my body responds to him so readily, it’s like I was made to be used like this, for exactly this. Heat pulses low in my core as I suck his thick, hot cock. My sensations are numbed, my only focus the sound of his guttural grunts and my own muffled moans, muted with his cock in my mouth.
My breasts feel heavy, and my pussy aches when he grabs my breasts and brushes my nipples.
“Good girl,” he grates. “Yeah, baby, just like that. Show me how sorry you are, McKenna. Take your punishment.”
He tugs and rolls my nipple, my core contracting, my pussy already wet and throbbing for him.
I take him fully in, welcoming the feel of him hitting the back of my throat. I gag, my eyes tear beneath the blindfold and he groans, pumping in and out as he yanks my hair and bruises my nipples, and it feels so fucking good I might come without him touching me at all.
I moan around his cock, whimpering and sucking, licking and lapping, until I feel him tighten, he yanks my hair, and he comes so hard I have to focus on my job. I suck him down and swallow, relishing the sound of his groans, his body shuddering in release.
I should feel humiliated and used, but I feel like a fucking goddess. I made this strong, powerful, ruthless man come. I brought him pleasure. Me, little ol’ me.
He lifts me off the floor and cradles me on his lap. My body’s thrumming with need, pulsing like the stars in the night sky, radiant with light and eager for pleasure, when he thrusts his fingers straight to my core.
“Fucking beautiful,” he says in my ear. “Jesus, you’re beautiful.”
I tingle with nerves and anticipation, eating up his words like nectar from the gods. I still have the hot, musky, salty taste of him on my lips, as I nuzzle against his chest.
“I’m sorry I did that,” I whisper. “I really am. I meant it to tease you.”
He chuckles, the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever heard, all deep and throaty and rugged. How could I ever pull myself away from this man?
“You love riling me up, baby, don’t you?”
I nod.
“I do,” I say with a sigh. “Even when my arse regrets it and I might die because of this ache inside me.”
He chuckles. “I love it when you get all colloquial and dramatic. Fucking adorable.” He kisses my forehead and skates his hands down my back. Off comes the shirt, and now he’s looking at me as if I mean something to him, like he’s happy I’m his and we’re back together.
“What does a girl have to do to get hers around here?” I ask with a teasing smile.
“You’ve earned yours, baby,” he says, rolling back on the bed. He slaps my arse. “Get up on my face.”
I scramble to obey, my body all kinds of heated and aroused that I don’t even think twice to do what he says. I straddle his face, my knees on either side of him and he wastes no time tonguing me. He grasps my hips and yanks me to him, suckles my clit and drags the tip of his tongue to my core, pulsing, lapping, licking until I think I’m going to lose my mind.
He slaps my arse again, shooting red hot arousal through me once again, until I’m whimpering and on the edge of coming.
“Come, baby,” he grates, his hot breath on the tender inside of my thigh. “Come on my mouth.”
I let myself go as ecstasy rips through me. I scream his name, my hips gyrating, but he holds me tight as his tongue lashes at my pussy. I come so hard I can’t breathe, my body tight in the throes of bliss. I whimper, holding myself over him, the duvet clutched in my grip as I come so hard I feel fucking dizzy, so long I feel I’ll pass out.
Finally I collapse against him and he rolls me to his side, tucking me against his chest. I’m shivering and trembling, still riding the aftershocks. I roll over to him and shake my head. I give him a teasing grin.
“Am I forgiven, then?”
He chuckles and wipes his hand lazily across his mouth. “Yeah, baby.” He sighs. “Can’t stay here though. Gotta get back up to the compound.”
I frown. “So soon?”
He pulls me to his chest and holds me there, running his fingers through my hair as if it somehow soothes him.
“Keenan told me to get back as soon as I was done.” He quirks a brow at me. “And I wouldn’t say I’m done…” His voice takes on that gravelly, growly tone I love so well. He sighs. “But I do have to get back.”
My heart sinks. I feel like we’ve finally gotten back together, and I’ve missed him so much, I don’t want the night to end. He holds me tightly, his grip so tight it’s hard to catch a breath.
“Tully!” I manage to squeak. “I can’t breathe.”
He releases me on a chuckle and gives me a playful slap to the arse.
“Come with me.”
I blink. It’s the first time he’s ever asked me to go with him anywhere, to his home or to McCarthy mansion.
“Where will I go when you do your… business and things?”
He grins. “It’s a huge place, babe. There’s a sitting room, library, and some of the girls will probably still be up. Come stay and wait and when the meeting’s over, I’ll take you back to my place.”
My heart thumps madly in my chest when he leans over, his whiskery kiss on my cheek making me shiver with delight. “I want to fuck you again,” he says in his deep, husky voice. “I’m nowhere near done with you tonight.”
I swallow hard. “Tomorrow’s an off day for school, so… I accept! Oh my God I am so excited.”
His laugh fills the small interior of the room. “She fucking accepts,” he drawls.
I’m not only elated that he’s taking me with him, but that I get to see the mansion up close. It’s like a celebrity sighting or something. I’m told they have gold-painted doorknobs, diamonds in the chandeliers, those pretty handmade Persian rugs, and security so high-tech it’s like something you’d see in a movie.
He shakes his head. “So fucking cute.” He sighs and pulls me in for a hug. “Missed you, McKenna.”
* * *
Chapter 3
Tully
I hate that I let her get away. I hate that she got under my skin and I let a gorgeous, brilliant woman like McKenna motherfucking get away.
One thing I can say, though. I do learn from my mistakes. Eventually.
I blindfold her as we leave the bunker, and this time it isn’t for play but because no one’s allowed to see its location. She dutifully takes my hand and I swing her up into my arms to carry her to the car. It isn’t until we’re well into Ballyhock centre that I let her take her blindfold off.
“Wow. So we weren’t far from the city centre, then,” she says, her eyes keen as she takes in the details around us.
“McKenna.” My voice is laced with warning. She can’t be allowed to suss out our location. As it is, Keenan would have my head if he knew I took her there tonight.
“It’s like it’s underground or something,” she says, still trying to piece things together.
“Drop it, woman.”
She sighs. “Alright then. I’ll drop it.” She pulls an imaginary zipper across her lips. “I shall zip the lip.”
I can’t help but smile. She’s feisty as fuck but adorably nerdy.
“So what exactly will you do at the meeting?” she asks, resting her hand on my knee. “Like… mafia things?”
I blow out a breath. “McKenna.”
“Is this the way it is with all the women of the clan?”
“It is.”
“So Aileen isn’t allowed to even know what Cormac does?”
“Of course not.”
She frowns. “Well, that’s disturbing.”
I shake my head. “
It’s for their own good.”
“Sounds like something a mum would say while she made her kids eat their greens or something.”
I only grunt in reply.
My focus is on the road ahead, and something isn’t right. McKenna starts chattering on about Maeve’s famous garden, when I hold up my hand to stop her.
“What?” she whispers.
“Shh.”
No one would know who we are, since I’m still driving the cab. To my left I see someone driving a motorcycle who looks vaguely familiar. Dirty blond hair pulled back in a ponytail, he wears a leather cut and a heavy, thick beard. It wouldn’t be out of the ordinary except there’s another motorcycle six cars up who signals to him and another to the far right. And they’re heading toward the mansion.
I casually flick my directional and follow them, trying to stay as far back as I can so I don’t draw suspicion.
“It’s the bikers?” she whispers.
“Aye.”
And then I remember. Cormac said there was trouble with the Scots tonight. Could this be it? The Scots reside in the mountains of Scotland, the most sparsely populated area in all of Europe. Their anonymity is vital to them, so they stay hidden and guarded. The fact that there’s a band of them here now means trouble.
McKenna doesn’t say a word as I slowly tag them, making sure I keep a few cars between us as we drive. I reach for my phone, and it lights up.
“Christ.”
“What?”
“Dead zone in the bunker, looks like. Missed seven calls and six texts.” Jesus. Keenan’ll have my fucking head. I toss her the phone. “Do me a favor. Read them for me.”
Her cheeks flush pink, as her nerves rise. She nods, gulps, then taps the screen.
“Keenan,” she says. She cringes. “Um, a few times. Says ‘I need you here sooner than I said.’”
“Fuck.”
“Cormac. ‘Where are you? Are you alright? Where’s the girl?’”
She frowns. “Am I ‘the girl?’”
“Of course. Go on.”
She raises her brows and shakes her head, then continues.
“Lachlan. ‘Shite about to go down, need you back at base.’”
Motherfucker. Jesus, I need my arse kicked for this, and I’m sure Keenan will agree.
“Then there’s one from a guy called…” she snickers. “Douchebag?”
I roll my eyes. “Boner.”
“Ah, right. Says ‘Where the fuck are you, no one can find you, tracking’s putting you somewhere in the centre.’”
“Tracking’s blocked in the bunker, on purpose.” We have it set up that way so if anyone under attack has a tracking advice, they disappear.
I groan. “Dial Keenan.”
She obeys, but the call goes straight to voicemail.
“Call all of them. Every one of them.”
She does. My pulse races as no one picks up.
I look over to her when I hear a gasp. “My God.” She covers her mouth and points ahead. “Look, Tully.”
I look to where she points, cold creeping over me, when I see billows of smoke in the air, in the direction of the mansion.
I gun the engine, but fucking cabs aren’t meant to go a hundred fucking kilometers an hour. We’re nearing the centre now, could fucking walk to the mansion if we had to.
“I see six of them,” McKenna says. “Six men on bikes I’ve never seen before that don’t look like they came from around here.”
It’s a fucking attack, I know it. Out of the corner of my eye, I see an unattended motorbike parked outside the pub. I yank the car over, throw it in park, and open the door.
“Get out, and come with me.”
She scrambles to do what I say. Seconds later, we’re riding the bike twice as fast as the car took us. She knows I stole it and she doesn’t say a fucking word. I’ll deal with the aftermath of my decisions tomorrow. Tonight, I fight for my brothers.
We go as fast as we can up the hill that takes us to the iron gates, the acrid smell of smoke filling my nose and mouth. Sirens sound in the distance. I look around us. The men on bikes are either gone or in hiding. Relief floods through me when I see the mansion, looming on the hill in front of us. Smoke comes from around the house, but the house itself looks unharmed.
What about the occupants?
Guards are running, fire engines on our heels as I ride up the drive to the garage.
“Be careful!” McKenna screams as a tree crashes to the ground and smoke and fire flares up beside us. I park the bike and swing her off and into my arms as another large branch falls so close it knocks the bike over. I run with her to the greenhouse as the doors to the mansion open and people come swarming out.
I look to see my brothers but can’t find them. I see staff and some of the wives and children, but none of the brothers of the Clan. Maeve comes out, wrapped in a robe, her hair pinned in curlers. She sees me and runs to me.
“Tully! Where are my boys? Where are they?”
I shake my head, ashamed I don’t know.
“Are they in the rooms below?” she wonders.
Christ, of course they are. The interrogation room’s soundproof. I shove McKenna toward Maeve.
“Keep her safe, Maeve. I’m going to go find them.”
Maeve throws an arm around McKenna and drags her toward the other women and children, as fire engines enter through the gate. McKenna looks at me, wide-eyed.
“I’ll find you,” I tell her, then I take off at a run.
Smoke creeps up the side of the house, and there’s an explosion right behind me. I run to the first floor entrance, but it’s locked tight. I pound on the door, but I can’t get in. I peer through the door to the window to the library, below ground level. If I can get in there, I can get into the interrogation room.
I smash the window. There are other safety measures in place and I hope to fuck I can get by them. I can’t fit in here. Fuck. The window’s too narrow. I couldn’t even fit one of my thighs in here.
I look over my shoulder, back to where the women are.
“McKenna!” She looks over to me. “I need you!”
She races to me. I show her what I need her to do.
“You need to get in there and open the door for me. I can’t knock it down, it’s reinforced.”
“Do you want me to go straight to the room where the men are?”
“No.”
They could be held hostage. I don’t want her getting into the crosshairs, and I don’t want her freaking out. Christ, I have to get in there myself.
“Just open the door, lass. That’s all you need to do.”
Her wide eyes meet mine, and she nods. “I’ll do it.”
I whip off my jacket and throw it over the broken glass. “Be careful. I don’t want you cut.”
“I’ve got this,” she says. She sticks her legs in through the window, eases herself over the jacket, and slips right through. I hear her feet pounding as she races to open the door. A second later, I yank it open and enter with her. I hold a finger up to her so she’s quiet. We need to make sure no one hears us.
Too late. Voices right around the corner from us come nearer. I grab her, and duck down the hall that leads to the library, flattening ourselves against it.
“Did you fucking hear something?” A thick accent. Is it the Scots?
“Fire is all it is,” says another, deeper voice. “Broke the window. It’s reached the house as we planned.”
“Fucking fire engines coming.”
“Leave them.”
I lift my fingers to McKenna. Two?
She shakes her head and holds up three. I nod. I can take three.
I point wordlessly to the ground. She’s safer here. Her eyes on me, she falls to the floor. I bend down and whisper in her ear. We have to move quickly, and we have to move as one. “I’ll distract them. They’ve barricaded the men in the interrogation room. We’ll have to catch them off guard. After I’ve got them immobilized you come when I call you and help
me get my brothers out. Aye?”
She nods. I hate that she’s in danger, but I’ll do everything I fucking can to make sure she’s okay.
I’ll have to use the element of surprise.
I step into the hall, gun raised, and shoot on sight. One down, the other two draw their guns, but they’re too slow. I pull the trigger, again and again, two down, when I hear McKenna scream. The motherfucker on the ground has her by the ankles. I throw myself bodily at him, yank him off, and use his own fucking knife to slice his throat. She screams and screams but I don’t stop until he’s lifeless on the ground before me.
The third assailant shoots but misses, and McKenna grabs a gun from a holster of the dead man in front of us. With another scream, she shoots as I do, and we both hit him at the same time.
We’re panting, covered in blood, and we aren’t fucking safe yet. I pull her to her feet. The poor girl’s shaking. The smell of smoke permeates the air as the fire draws nearer. We hear screams and shouts from outside, but have to stay focused.
“Let me get my brothers.” I hold her hand as I slide my thumb along the identification key and the door clicks unlocked.
“It’s Tully!” I shout, so they don’t attack when I open the door. “Tully!”
I open the door and my brothers swarm out, weapons raised. Keenan blinks in surprise to see me and McKenna surrounded by dead bodies and blood.
“Bloody hell,” he mutters. “Jesus Christ, Tully.”
“Get out there!” I shout, waving my gun behind me. “The grounds are on fire and the women and children are at risk. I’ve no idea if there are any more of them here or not.”
Lachlan leaps over the bodies and runs for the exit, Cormac on his heels. Boner stares at me in disbelief, shaking his head, and Keenan follows Lachlan.
“Is this house on fire?” Keenan asks.
“I don’t think so, not yet, but soon.”
“You two,” Keenan says, waving his gun at me and Boner. “Sweep the house and after you’ve done so, get outside with the rest of us.”
I nod. “Yessir.”
He scowls at McKenna. I know what he’s thinking. He doesn’t like that she’s here, vulnerable and at risk, a witness to everything. “Take her with you,” he says through gritted teeth. I take her by the hand.