Page 79 of Forbidden Bond
“Peanut,” came the warning from husband to wife.
“Why are we expending energy protecting the ungrateful slut?”
“Oh, Doherty, you are totally—”
The office door flew open. Before she’d even whirled around, a gunshot blasted the air. Her mouth opened but produced no sound.
The towering man just inside the door, arm straight, held a gun with just a trickle of smoke at the barrel. She jumped when his eyes cut her way, not to her, course not, they landed on the man against her.
“We’ll take care of it,” Conn said, ever calm.
Without a word, the giant of a man turned and walked out like nothing happened. Was it nothing? The shot, shit, who was—she’d heard someone hit the floor, had she? The—Nicole.
Conn cradled the back of her skull, not forcing her still, but keeping her close. On their rug, right in the middle, Nicole’s still body, eyes fixed, stained the red of their already red stag head.
“All business, no pleasure,” Whisper said on a sigh. “The things someone should do to that man. Only Fans was designed for guys like him. One picture and half the planet would be pregnant overnight.”
“Contract’s satisfied,” Play said.
Whisper spoke next. “So you can toddle off back to Daddy, Madison and—oh, wait. Can she toddle back to Daddy, men?”
“Not a fucking chance,” Play said.
With a single shouted foreign word, Niall commanded a half dozen guys to enter and encircle Madison.
Conn’s other arm came around her, holding her close as Madison was forced to move with the current of the moving men.
“What is this?” Madison demanded. “Ire—”
“You just became a bargaining chip,” Whisper said, heading the parade of others, traipsing back through the curtain. “A pawn. Score likes pawns.”
Where were they going? Not downstairs. Where would they be—
Conn’s embrace tightened, clamping her body to his. He wasn’t going anywhere. Everyone else left the room, but he stayed right there, with her, holding her, staring into her.
“You’re a fucking wonder, Cushla Machree.”
She flattened a hand on his chest. “You are my kingdom.”
He scooped a hand around the side of her head. “Act like it.”
Their kiss carried them to the desk, she bumped against it, coming up hard against wood behind and in front. His was welcome against her core, desired, needed. Even before settling on the desk her hips were rising, writhing.
“Conn…” Her head fell back granting passage for his lips to trail down her throat. The pad of his thumb traced along her collarbone, stimulating each inch with the digit before his lips followed. “Yes…”
He unclipped her dress at the back of her neck and the two sections fell, though his hands did their part in sliding forward over her shoulders, pushing the fabric from her breasts to her hips.
The people who’d been in there had gone through the curtain. Would they come back? Would they be interrupted by—screw it. Shaking her feet to get rid of her shoes, the soles ran up his legs before her limbs coiled around him.
“Right here,” he growled, dragging his teeth across her clavicle.
“Yes.” The permission came from her mouth and her fingers battling with his fly. “Here.”
Grabbing him out, she pushed away from his kiss to align their bodies and quaked when he slid into her. Them, together, the whole world existed for them to feel like this. The slow advance and quick retreat wasn’t his usual rhythm, but the admiration in his eyes did almost as much to rouse her hormones as his stimulating body.
“Baby…” Letting her head fall back, she planted her palms on the desk and levered her hips up. “Mmm…”
God, he felt good. Without missing a beat, he sped his thrusts until he pounded into her. Their lives depended on hitting climax, right then, right there. Grabbing her hip tight, his other hand slid through her cleavage and over her breast, curling his fingers into it, bruising force sent a barb of pleasureful pain to her clit.
