“We shouldn’t do this.”
She frowned. “You said—”
He put a finger to her lips. “I meant right now. You’ve been shot and lost some blood. Last thing you need is rough sex.”
Her lips twitched. “Rough, huh?”
Cormac looked a bit sheepish. “I’ve waited too long to have you, Siobhan. I can’t be gentle, at least not yet.”
Slanting a seductive look through her lashes, she pressed her palms to his chest and rubbed her pelvis against his upper thigh. “I need you. I know you won’t hurt me.”
“Fuck.” With a low moan that sounded like surrender and satisfaction mingled together, his hands moved from the door to her hips. He shifted her angle so her softness cradled his erection, and he thrust it firmly against her.
Her spandex tights were barely a deterrent for his denim-clad cock, and she gave voice to an eager moan. “Please, Cormac.”
Impatiently, he pulled her from the door and guided her toward the bed, pausing at the edge without pushing her down. She looked up at him as he broke the hungry kiss they had shared during the transition, deliberately licking her lips to savor the taste of him on her.
“Take this off.” He jerked at the hem of her oversized sweatshirt as he made the demand, not waiting for her to take it off. Instead, he stripped it over her head before tossing it away. “And this.” He tugged at her leotard, cursing when it didn’t yield easily.
Biting back a giggle, she slipped the garment down her shoulders and wriggled out of it by pushing it down her body. When she stood before him in tights, panties, and legwarmers, she held it aloft with a saucy grin.
He growled, taking the pink Lycra from her and throwing it across the room. “Damned complicated thing. Next time, I want you to wear something easy to take off.”
“Yes, Cormac,” she said with mock-submissiveness. Her teasing tone fled when he palmed one of her small breasts, gently tugging on her firm nipple. “I like that.”
He cupped the other one and pulled the nipples in concert, bringing just a hint of pain with each pull of pleasure that somehow made it feel even better. “Me too. I’ve been dreaming about touching and tasting your breasts.”
She arched her back, offering him more in an unspoken invitation. His head dipped to take advantage of it, and Siobhan moaned when he took rough possession of one, his mouth encompassing almost all her nipple and areola. He sucked and licked as though she was his last meal, and she pressed closer, cradling his head with the back of her hand. Small gasps escaped her, and her folds were slick with need when he trailed his tongue across the valley of her cleavage to taste her other breast. Showing it similar forceful loving, he sucked hard on her nipple as he pushed her down onto the bed.
She fell back with a small moan, disappointed by the loss of his mouth. Cormac soon compensated for it, his large hand cupping her mound. He pushed the heel of his hand against her clitoris, making her hips arch off the bed. A single thick finger probed her slit through the thin tights and satin panties, which provided very little impediment.
With a groan, he released her, standing over her with one knee on the bed for a long second as he stared down at her, as though memorizing the sight of her against the navy-blue bedding. There was a visible tremble in his hands when he removed her legwarmers one at a time. His voice was harsh with his own suppressed need when he said, “Strip off the rest.”
Siobhan thought about refusing, or asking him to do it for her, but decided to comply. It was fun giving in to his alpha display, especially when he was affording her the same courtesy by stripping off his trousers and bloodstained button-down shirt he’d worn earlier at the ballet. She had no idea what had happened to his jacket, which was a completely random thought for the moment.
Giggling at the way her mind was jumping, probably from nervous anticipation, she slipped her hands into the waistband of her tights and panties, lifted her hips, and shimmied out of them all while remaining lying down. It was only when she was completely bared to him, and he was staring at her with the same intensity that he’d shown moments ago, that she had even a moment of hesitation.
Was she doing the right thing? Until now, she’d been naïve and sheltered, focusing on her dream of dancing even knowing she would never have the career she’d want, due to rheumatoid arthritis impairing her ability to give full dedication and physical commitment required of the principle dancers.
She had lived in her own little world, content to let Shane take care of her without probing too deeply into how he did that. Being with Cormac was akin to accepting their lifestyle. Embracing it even. Was she cut out to be a mobster’s girlfriend? Sibohan O’Mara, moll. She almost giggled at the thought of handing out those business cards, but any amusement fled when he nudged her thighs apart so he could sprawl atop her.
As Cormac took a handful of her dark hair to drag her closer for a deep kiss, she realized it was too late to back out now. He’d offered that option before she entered his apartment, and while she didn’t think he would force her to stay, or refuse her the ability to leave if she requested it, she couldn’t go. She didn’t want to. Her need for Cormac far outweighed her desire to remain locked in her ivory tower and protected from the harsher realities of life. Specifically, his life.
His hand slipped between them to stroke her waxed flesh, and she wet his fingers with a rush of arousal. “You’re so wet, Siobhan.” A finger wriggled inside her sheath, testing her tautness, and he hissed. “Tight too. You’re going to be way better than my most vivid fantasies, aren’t you, princess?”
She nodded, eager to please him. It was almost embarrassing how wet she was as she arched against his exploring fingers, but it was all for him. Only Cormac could turn her on like this, making her focused solely on pleasure, and she managed to confess that as he stroked her clitoris with his thumb while two of his fingers slipped into her channel to pump her.
“It’s the same for me. My dick is so hard I could pound nails.” As proof of his assertion, he seemed compelled to press the hard length of his arousal against her thigh.
The force he used was almost painful, but she rubbed her thigh against him as he wept liquid onto her skin. Impossibly, she produced even more moisture at the thought of his large cock pushing inside her tight opening. She wasn’t a virgin, but there had been only a couple before him, and she could tell he was larger than either of them, though she hadn’t had a chance for an up-close examination yet.
The hazy thought was the last she had as he brought her to the edge of orgasm before forcing her over with a confident press of his thumb under her hood. She cried out as she arched against him frantically, her sheath contracting around his fingers to draw more inside her. She needed all of him.
As coherent thought returned in the wake of her orgasm, she sought to show him how much he had pleased her. As he slid up her body, clearly intent on possessing her, she slithered downward, evading his hold until she could easily reach his cock. He groaned, but stopped trying to prevent her descent when she took him in-hand to squeeze and stroke his velvet length.
“Fuck, princess.” He pumped against her fist, clenched snugly around his cock.
With a naughty smile, she moved a bit lower, bringing her mouth even with him. The head protruded from her cupped hand, and she moved her fingers lower as she slipped the enticing treat between her lips.
A rush of pre-cum coated her tongue before she even closed her lips, and she swallowed, which made him groan and produce more fluid. She would have grinned with satisfaction if her mouth hadn’t been overly full with his generous girth. Siobhan twisted her hand around the base of his cock while sucking all that she could fit of the tip into her mouth.
He cursed and stiffened when she swirled her tongue around the corona before sucking again. Suddenly, he tore himself away from her. She was dizzy with the speed of his withdrawal.
Anything but gentle, Cormac pulled her up, almost throwing her down on the bed in his haste. Her body bounced on the
firm mattress, and only a pillow at the headboard prevented her from banging against the brass. She could barely bite back the urge to laugh at his controlled violence. It was amazing to know she had worked him into such a state.
Not that she wasn’t worked up too, despite her previous orgasm. When he cupped her buttocks and lifted her pelvis to his, she whimpered with need. That turned to a full on cry of mingled pleasure and pain when he drove into her with one deep, rapid thrust.
He didn’t seem to repeating the motion again. “Siobhan, fuck…”
His words were headier than the floweriest phrases, and her body quickly adapted to his rough, deep possession. Each time he surged into her, she rose to meet him, pushing against him with all her strength. The crown of his cock stroked her in just the right way, hitting the most pleasurable places inside her, as though he was perfectly molded to her inner anatomy.
Cormac was made to pleasure her. It was a fanciful thought, but she couldn’t find a reason to refute it as he kept thrusting. She’d never had an orgasm this way before, but she wasn’t at all surprised to feel one approaching as he increased his already punishing pace, his movements becoming jerky and less coordinated the closer he got to coming.
That she could make such a strong man lose all control was exhilarating, and it increased her own arousal. He dragged deep inside her in just the right way to send her into another climax. Her sheath tightening around him must have been more stimulation than he could withstand, because his erection grew almost painfully large and hard inside her a scant second before he twitched and came.
His warm jets of release made her moan with satisfaction not entirely physical. It was almost a smug emotional gratification, knowing she had reduced him to a mindless fucking machine that needed her more than anything else right then. Since he had done the same to her, it was only fair.
As he twisted sideways and pulled her close to him, she closed her eyes and contemplated the abrupt change in her circumstances. Cormac would give her everything and be devoted to her completely, but she knew he would also be insufferably overbearing at times, just like her brother.
He was always going to think he was in charge, and his way was best. Her lips twitched with amusement. Whenever he was acting that way, she would know his secret—she could bring him to his knees, literally and figuratively, with passion. Let him have his illusions of control, because she knew how much power she wielded over the hard mafia man.
It was a power she would never abuse, and a trust she would never betray. With a small purr of satisfaction, she molded her body to his, pressing a light kiss to his chest. “Cormac?”
“Yes, love?”
“Do you think Shane will lose his mind when he finds out we’re together?” Not that she was too concerned. She adored her big brother, but she wouldn’t accept his dictates if they conflicted with her happiness.
“No, I don’t think so. I think your brother knows a little something about love and obsession.”
She tilted her chin against his pec to look up at him. “And are you?”
“Obsessed? Completely.”
Siobhan giggled. “Me too, but I was actually asking about the “L” word. Do you love me, Cormac?”
“Always.” He didn’t hesitate and didn’t seem bothered about admitting it or worried it would weaken him.
“I love you too, Cormac.” She kissed his chest again, the blond hairs tickling her nose and lips.
“You belong to me now.”
She snuggled closer. “Yep.”
He sounded unsure. “You aren’t going to get offended by that and tell me I can’t own you?”
She shook her head. “Nope.”
“Why not? It’s not P-C.”
“I don’t care about P-C, babe, and there’s no denying it’s the truth.” Stretching slightly, she traced her tongue around his nipple before speaking again. “Besides, it works both ways, doesn’t it? You own my heart, and I own yours.”
“Fuck yeah, and you can have any other part of me you want too.” He groaned when she raked her teeth across the taut bud. Another guttural sound of pleasure escaped him when she cupped his hardening cock in her hand. “Whenever and wherever.” It seemed to take all his concentration to speak those words.
“Good, because I have a list of demands, and I’d like to get started on fulfilling them.” Siobhan got on all fours so she could climb atop her lover. “I want to mark my property, you know.”
With an unexpected twist, he flipped their positions so she was lying underneath him. Siobhan grunted with surprise when he turned her again, so she was on her stomach. Her hips were angled upward, and she sighed with pleasure when he claimed her from behind.
“Tell me those demands, princess.” He began pumping into her with the vigor of a teenager, as though he hadn’t just come a few moments before. “Tell me what you want while I take everything that belongs to me.”
She managed only a deep moan, making a mental note to tell him later that he couldn’t take what was freely given. Siobhan surrendered herself to Cormac’s mastery and enjoyed every second of her submission.
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Bonus Excerpt
Enjoy an excerpt of “Shane,” a dark erotic romance by R.E:
Swallowing thickly, Mia examined the man who had sent for her. He was a handsome devil, with thick black hair, a light tan, and green eyes the shade of sea foam. Those eyes were regarding her intently, and she abruptly recognized him. He was an occasional visitor to Lovelle’s, always with a beautiful woman in tow. Usually tall, blonde, and leggy. Everything petite Mia wasn’t. She couldn’t fathom why he had sent for her.
He pushed back from his desk to stand, and she caught her breath at his broad-shouldered build. As he stalked closer to her with the air of a hunting panther, she finally exhaled raggedly, her spine stiffening of its own accord in reaction to the look in his eyes.
His gaze skipped briefly to Bruno, and he frowned. “What happened to you?” His voice was smooth and deep, like polished onyx, but with a note that disconcerted her.
“She maced me.”
O’Mara laughed. “Did you really?”
She lifted a shoulder. “He was chasing me. I don’t like being kidnapped.” To her dismay, he didn’t deny the allegation.
Pointing toward the door, he told his goons, “Leave.”
“You sure, boss?” asked Wallace.
With a roll of his strange green eyes, he gestured them to leave again. “I think I can handle her.”
Mia should have felt better to have the numbers more even, back to one-on-one, once the other two had departed, but she found herself even more on-edge. “Why am I here?”
“Have a seat?” He made the offer, but there was a hint of command underneath it.
She squared her shoulders. “No, thank you.”
He arched a dark brow. “I’d think your feet would hurt after a night at the restaurant.”
Mia pursed her lips. “My feet aren’t your concern. Tell me why your goons dragged me here.”
“I’m Shane O’Mara.” He extended her hand, seeming amused when she didn’t take it. With a small shrug, he dropped it back to his side. “Very well. We’ll skip the niceties.”
“There isn’t room for niceties when you kidnap someone.” She shifted slightly, suddenly aware of the acute ache from her overworked feet. Damn him for drawing it to her attention.
He laughed again. “Fine.” Shane walked back to his desk, propping his hip on the corner.
After a moment of him staring at her in challenge, she finally walked over to the desk, but still refused to sit. “What do you want from me?”
“You’re aware of your father’s…profession?”
Mia sighed deeply. “I know he’s number-three under the head boss of the Varnakov family, but I don’t know specifics. If you’ve
brought me here to gain some kind of advantage, or obtain information, you’re out of luck. I want nothing to do with him or his lifestyle.”
“Hmm.” Shane gestured to a wet bar. “Drink?”
She shook her head. As the silence lengthened, she asked, “What is your profession, Mr. O’Mara?”
“Shane will do.” He made her wait as he walked to the wet bar to pour a glass of something amber. “Your father and I are in the same line of work, but for different companies, I guess you could say.”
She didn’t bother to hide her disdain. “So, you’re a violent thug too?”
He took a sip of his drink, seeming unbothered by her appraisal. “I wouldn’t call myself a thug, honey. That denotes a different lifestyle from mine.”
She rolled her eyes. “Do you really think you’re any different from the typical gun-toting, drug-selling pimp in the gutter?”
His lips tightened. “I have something most of them would kill for.”
“What?” When would this posturing end, so she could go home? Her cat needed to be fed, and she was losing the precious opportunity to have the apartment all to herself.
“Power. I can have anything I want.”
“Good for you.” She gritted her teeth. “Now, tell me why the hell I’m here.”
He finished his drink, but didn’t pour another one as he returned to his perch against the desk, though nearer to her this time. “That requires a bit of background explanation. Are you sure you wouldn’t like to sit?”
She shook her head, aware of strands of dark hair spilling from her knot and falling around her shoulders in an irritating fashion. “Just get this over with so I can go home.”
“Indeed.” His expression sharpened. “What do you know of the mafia, Mia?”
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