My Irish Kings: A Mafia Reverse-Harem Romance (Quick & Dirty Book 2)

by Sienna Blake

  I hear the echo of Killian’s rich, deep voice in my ear, sliding down my spine. I imagine him standing close enough to talk in my ear this way for real, making me shiver.

  Until I realize what the hell this means.

  “Killian, why are you answering this call?”

  Kilian flinches, then stares at me. “Why the feck are you calling my number?”

  Oh. No.

  “What did you say your last name is?” I ask, a panic rising in me.

  “O’Callaghan.”

  O’Callaghan…

  Oh. Shit.

  It couldn’t be.

  “The O’Callaghans that live on Nore Valley Farm?”

  “Yeah…” Killian says slowly, “how the hell do ye know that?”

  I try to swallow but fail. I can’t decide whether the knot in my throat is from dread or excitement. Or both.

  The O’Callaghans were the ones who just accepted my volunteer application.

  I am supposed to be staying with the three of them at their farm.

  The O’Callaghan brothers are my new bosses.

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  Roman

  There she was.

  Julianna. Leaning against the bar on the other side of the room. For a moment, I wondered if I had dreamed her out of thin air.

  Sweet mother of God, she looked incredible. The sight of her hit me like a fist in my gut. The music seemed to go funny in my ears. The body that her outfit earlier only hinted at was now on display: taut legs in a black dress that clung to her curves and fell several inches above her knee. Her hair was loose and fell in soft waves over her shoulders, down the sides of her breasts.

  She was stunning. More stunning than I’d imagined her, and trust me, I’d imagined her in all sorts of ways all evening. I stepped out of the VIP section, ignoring my friends calling out for me. I pushed my way through the crowd. It seemed like every motherfucker wanted to get between her and me.

  She broke eye contact with me and turned to the guy who had sidled up to her, trying to speak to her. My blood simmered. Now he was touching her, playing with the ends of her hair close to her breasts. Too fucking close to her breasts. He grabbed her wrist, yanking her closer to him. Instant fury like a torrent of fire rose in me. Nobody fucking touched her. Nobody hurt her. She was mine.

  “Get your fucking hands off her,” I yelled, rage booming though my voice, startling the club-goers around me, not that I gave a shit. I shoved the people in my way aside. I would kill the fucking son of a bitch who dared lay a hand on her.

  Julianna twisted her arm, rolling it aside so that the asshole was forced to let go. She stabbed her heel into his toe causing him to hop before he tilted off balance. She shoved him down over the bar, pinning him by twisting his arm around his back. He let out a yelp.

  Holy. Shit.

  I skidded to a halt beside them, my anger turning to red-hot lust. I had never seen a woman handle herself like that before. I could do nothing but stare open-mouthed and mute at this powerful, gorgeous creature, respect building in my gut.

  “Don’t you dare touch me again, asshole,” she said to him, her voice hard and fierce. The sound of her cursing made my dick harden.

  Julianna looked up to me as the guy she had in an armlock made whining noises against the bar. She gave me a smile like nothing was the matter. Unbelievable.

  “Oh. Hi,” she said, almost shyly. “Again.”

  I gave her my best charming grin. “I was just coming over to save you…”

  She raised an eyebrow. That tiny movement was a challenge. “Why?” she said sweetly. She applied the slightest pressure to the unfortunate guy’s wrist and he let out a low pained cry. She jutted her chin out and a defiance flared in her feline eyes. “Because I’m a girl and all I need is a big strong man to come save me?”

  “No, because you’re a human being. I don’t like it when I see other human beings being treated without respect. Not when I can do something about it.”

  She shifted, seemingly surprised by my honest comment, embarrassed even. “Well…I don’t need saving.”

  “I can see that.” I indicated her unfortunate victim. I spotted a bouncer heading towards us. I held my hand up to signal to him that I had it under control. He nodded and kept his distance. The bouncer was a low-level street thug who’d been trying to climb my family’s ranks for years. Part of the reason why I could score the VIP treatment here at the last minute.

  Julianna spotted this exchange. “Do you own this place or something?” she asked.

  I shrugged. “I know some of the guys who work here.” Here and pretty much every hot spot of Verona. I didn’t want to explain to her how I knew them. Tonight, I wasn’t Roman Tyrell. Tonight, I was just a guy and she was a girl…

  “Can you let go of me now?” the man whose face was squashed up against the bar interrupted in a whining tone.

  I shot Julianna a grin and leaned in close to him. “Tell the lady, you’re sorry and maybe she’ll let you go.”

  The man’s eyes widened when he saw me, recognition flaring in his eyes. “Y-y-you.”

  That’s right, stupid fucker. You just pissed off a Tyrell. “Tell her you’re sorry,” I repeated.

  “I’m sorry,” he cried out.

  I stared up at Julianna and was struck again by how stunning she was. She raised an eyebrow at me as if she knew what I was thinking. I gave her one of my trademark half-smirks. “Are you satisfied with his apology, milady?”

  “Only if you don’t try and touch up a girl without her permission again,” she said to him.

  The idiot was silent.

  I leaned in closer and growled. “When the lady speaks to you, you answer her.”

  He let out a whine. “Okay, okay. I’ll never do it again.”

  Julianna applied some more pressure to the guy’s arm and he let out a louder cry. She was staring at me, a half angry, half lustful look in her dark eyes. “Tell Roman,” she said, her voice coming out low and heated, “that I don’t need him to fight my battles for me.”

  “What?” the guy cried.

  “Tell Julianna,” I said, matching her stare, “that she should learn that it’s okay for a man to help her. It doesn’t make her weak.”

  “Tell Roman, that he’s an arrogant ass who has no idea what it’s like to be a woman in a man’s world.”

  “Tell Julianna, that I can’t tell if she wants to fight me or fuck me tonight.”

  Julianna’s red lips pulled up into a smirk. “Why can’t it be both?”

  Jesus, fuck. I felt my cock surge with blood and I swallowed back a groan. I wasn’t finished. “Tell Julianna that she’s the most stunning creature I have ever seen.”

  “What the fuck?” the guy stuttered against the bar.

  “Ever?” Julianna asked, an amused eyebrow raised.

  “Ever.” And I fucking meant it. She was captivating. Intoxicating. A lioness among sheep. This wasn’t a woman who’d fall at my feet and gaze adoringly up at me. She’d demand to stand beside me. She’d demand to be pleased. She’d deserve to be pleased.

  I had to have her. Here. Now. Anywhere. I’d take her here on the fucking bar if she’d let me.

  I nodded down at the single annoying thing standing between her and me; the asshole she’d thoroughly put in his place. “Maybe you should let him go. Before you break something. We both know it’s really me you want to get your hands on.”

  Julianna snatched her hands off him. He stumbled back off the bar, rubbing his shoulder and his wrist.

  “Get out of here,” she told him, her eyes still pinned on me.

  “You two are fucked up,” he muttered before he hurried into the crowd.

  We both eased closer as if out of instinct, our eyes eating each other up. My cock was hard as a stone, painful against my jeans, and I didn’t give a shit who noticed.

  “You’re very sure of yourself,” she said.

  “Do
esn’t mean I’m not right.” I took the final step towards her, filling up the space between us. In heels, she came up to my eye-line. I could smell her perfume of pears and musk, an intoxicating combination. Sweet yet fierce. Like she was.

  “Do you think we made our point?” she asked. “To him, I mean.

  “I think you put the fear of God into him.”

  “Are you kidding? I just disarmed him. He was pissing his pants when he saw your face up close.”

  “Well,” I folded my arms, knowing that it showed off my biceps. Look at me, like a fucking peacock preening myself in front of her. “I am pretty scary.”

  She smirked and copied my stance, folding her arms over her chest, making her breasts push in and up. Jesus, I could fall into those fucking breasts.

  Eyes up, Roman. She’s a fucking lady. It took all my willpower not to follow those curves down farther. I tore my eyes away and looked up. Even under the dim light, I could see her cheeks were flushed.

  “Maybe you’re scary to some people,” she said, her voice low and teasing.

  I grinned. The lioness wasn’t scared of me. Interesting. I leaned in closer like I was about to tell her a secret. “Maybe, I should scare you.”

  She stepped right up to me and lifted her chin as if to make a point. “If you want me to run away in fear, you’re going to have to do a better job than that.”

  I lowered my face so close we were breathing in the same air. She had peppermint on her breath, and I noticed the gold flecks in her amber-colored eyes before they dilated into large black holes I was falling into. Everything about her was drawing me in, closer, closer. “Maybe, I want to watch you run.”

  “Maybe, I want you to chase me.”

  My hands found her tiny waist. I pulled her against me, our bodies pressing together, her breasts so wonderfully soft against my chest I could have cried, my hard erection nestled against her belly. My body vibrated with need. Her. I needed her. I knew she could feel what she was doing to me. Her mouth parted as she sucked in a breath. Those fucking lips, so plump and inviting, so pink and juicy. I needed those lips.

  I closed my mouth on hers before I knew what I was doing. She was soft, so fucking soft, as I sucked on her bottom lip. She tasted like strawberries, her lip balm perhaps, and mint. I licked at the seam of her lips, desperately trying to get inside her. More. I wanted more of her. All of her. Give me what I want.

  She parted her mouth for me. My tongue found hers and suddenly we were all groans and hands, exploring, wild. I think I may have lost my mind right then and there. My hands roamed over the curve of her back, demanding, tugging her closer. I couldn’t get her close enough. She arched into me, melding to me, her arms around my neck, her breasts pressing against my chest, making my body burn like she was on fire.

  My hotel was only a few blocks from here. It housed a very comfortable, very large bed that she would look incredible in. Naked. So very fucking naked. Not that we’d make it much past the door, or the wall or the floor. I grinned against her mouth.

  She tugged back. With regret, I released her lips from mine, but I kept my hands flattened around her back, keeping her flush with my body. The world rushed back into my head. Suddenly I missed the emptiness she’d closed around me when I had my mouth on hers. It’d been the closest thing I’d felt to peace in…years. Maybe ever.

  She better have a good reason for stopping this kiss.

  “Let’s get out of here,” she whispered, her words vibrating against my lips, her arms still around my neck.

  Damn good reason.

  I groaned into her mouth as a response. “Isn’t that my line?”

  “If you want, I can take it back so you get to say it.”

  “No, no. It’s fine. I’m an equal opportunities man.”

  She bit her bottom lip with her teeth and the sight of it shot a flare of lust straight to my cock. “So?”

  I swallowed. Fuck. I was leaving tomorrow…

  What the fuck is wrong with you Roman? Just say yes!

  “Roman?” Her tongue flicked out and licked the center of my top lip. It sent a direct line of electricity to my cock, making the aching almost unbearable. There were all sorts of ways she could put that tongue to use.

  Focus, Roman, focus.

  I gently pushed her out of reach of my mouth. “You’re going to have to stop that if I’m going to think clearly.”

  “Oh.” She frowned. “You have a girlfriend?”

  “No.”

  “Wife?”

  “Fuck, no.”

  She let out a sigh. “Then you really shouldn’t have to think this hard. You either want to or not.” She tried to pull away.

  I pinned her to the bar with my body to stop her from leaving.

  Why was I being such a limp dick? Why was I hesitating on taking this gorgeous woman home and doing all the dirty things I wanted to with her. I never fucking hesitated.

  Because I was leaving tomorrow. Usually, I wouldn’t care about setting expectations, but I wanted to be straight up with her. I was hesitating because it already felt like more than just a night club hookup. Because we shared something earlier today. Fuck, we were sharing something now, even if it was as simple as lust at first sight. It already felt like more. I already knew I would think of her on the plane on the way to London. I’d remember her name—I never remembered names. I’d recall the way she smelled, and the taste of her and all those little details. She needed to know this.

  “I think…that maybe there’s something I need to tell you before we continue.”

  She raised an eyebrow. “Sounds serious. Should I sit down?” she asked with a light note in her voice.

  “I don’t live here. I live in London. I came home for a funeral. I’m flying out tomorrow night, so…”

  Her shoulders sank a little. Her disappointment tasted almost as strong as mine. “We would only have tonight,” she finished for me.

  I let out a breath. “And now you have all the facts …” Well, not all the facts.

  I studied her face for a reaction, feeling like my heart was on a knife’s edge. Why did I care so much how she would react? She tilted her head, watching me as she chewed on her lip.

  “What are you thinking?” I blurted out. “You can tell me.”

  She released her lip along with a breath. “I’m not sure, with you, if a night would be enough…”

  I groaned and tucked her into my arms. Her hair smelled like the vanilla cookies my mother used to bake. “I know what you mean.”

  “What time do you leave Verona?” Her voice vibrated against my chest.

  “Ten p.m. tomorrow night.”

  “Which gives us less than twenty-four hours to try to make it…enough.”

  I pulled back and looked at her. Her eyes were shiny with fear and exhilaration. “Really?” I asked. “Would one night be enough?”

  She swallowed. “I don’t know. I just know I want…you.”

  She wanted me. Not my surname. Not my money. Not my reputation, or my family’s power. Not for a walk on the wild side, or a chance to brag that she’d fucked a Tyrell.

  Just…me.

  I slid my fingers into hers. Electricity ran up my arm and into my body, kicking my heart into a racing pace. “Let’s get out of here.”

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  Books by Sienna Blake

  Irish Kiss Standalone Series

  Irish Kiss

  Professor’s Kiss

  Fighter’s Kiss ~ coming soon

  Quick & Dirty Standalone Series

  Three Irish Brothers

  Royally Screwed

  My Irish Kings

  Dark Romeo Trilogy

  Love Sprung From Hate (#1)

  The Scent of Roses (#2)

  Hanging in the Stars (#3)

  Bound Duet

  Bound by Lies (#1)

  Bound Forever (#2)

  A Good Wife
Standalone Series

  Beautiful Revenge

  Mr. Blackwell’s Bride

  Paper Dolls

  Acknowledgements

  Firstly, to my Irish mates who answer all my Irish-based questions with grace and patience.

  Thank you, Emma & Lisa, for your early feedback and for helping me nut out the ending.

  For Mike, Z, Sinead, Lisa, Mounia and Paul… for your friendship and support while I was unwell, for driving me to and from hospital and for sitting with me at my bedside. You are my Irish family.

  To R, for taking me to beautiful Bray and for inspiring parts of sweet, kind Jace.

  To Bobby King of Indie Author Academy. You have literally changed my entire writing career with your mentoring. Thank you so much!

  To Leanore, editor extraordinaire! I’m so glad to have found you! We’re going to make wonderful stories together.

  Thank you to Anita from Proof Positive. You polished this novel until it shone.

  To Charli from Cosmic Letterz. The cover you did for My Irish Kings is crazy sexy. Love your work!

  To Terrie of Just Let Me Read. Thank you for running the show when I was unwell. I can’t do this without you, lady. Legit, can’t!

  To my Facebook Reader Group. Love you all. Thanks for your support, your comments and well wishes during his difficult time.

  To my fabulous early reviewers and book bloggers. Thank you for reading and reviewing the novels I write. Even when I diverge from my usual tombs with Quick & Dirties ;)

  If I’ve forgotten anyone, it’s because of my sieve-memory not because I don’t care. I do. Writing a book is seriously a team effort. So thank you for your involvement!

  Finally, to you, my dearest readers. Thank you for reading this book, for your messages of support and for every time you recommend me to a friend. Thank you, a thousand times!

  About Sienna

  Sienna Blake is a dirty girl, a wordspinner of smexy love stories and an Amazon Top 20 & USA Today Bestselling Author.