Chapter 2

CHAPTER 2

FIONN

Damn, she’s pretty.

Can’t help staring at her as we make it inside the hotel.

Gorgeous, thick raven hair, eyes filled with warm honey twined with specs of gold.

I noticed her earlier while I was out on the patio having a drink with my brother-in-law Devlin and my two brothers, Tynan and Cillian.

But she was with that asshole. He’s lucky all I did was kick him out of our hotel. Really wanted to do far worse. Maybe carve him up and throw him in the ocean.

That does sound tempting…

But it’s Tynan’s wedding day, and getting all bloody hours before would definitely piss off his fiancée, Elara.

Next time, he won’t be so lucky.

As soon as I saw him grabbing her, something in me snapped. The girl looked like she was crying from where I sat, and that only enraged me further.

When I got close, when I saw how fucking sad she looked, how beautiful she was, I wanted to kill him.

Gazing over at her, those hips swaying beside me, I attempt to control the damn need to throw her up against the nearest wall, cup her face, and kiss her.

The more I try not to think about it, the more I start to wonder what she looks like without that dress on. What she tastes like. What she feels like when she comes.

Shit. I’ve gotta stop. She’s clearly too young. Small little thing that I’d enjoy tossing around in my bed. On the floor. In the shower…

Tie her up, dangling from the ceiling.

Groaning, I dig two fingers into the bridge of my nose.

Her attention flashes up to me and concern fills her features. “You okay?”

“Yeah. Headache,” I mutter.

“I’m sorry.” Her voice grows with worry. “Do you have meds?”

You’re the only medicine I need right now, baby girl.

“Just gotta eat a little something.” I force a tight grin, and those pink lips of hers wind into a shy smile, making my dick swell.

Great. Can’t even control myself when she does something as simple as smile at me. I’m in fucking trouble.

She’s maybe five feet, curvy frame, a small kissable nose, and hair that’s begging me to fist it. But it’s her eyes I’ve most enjoyed looking at. That beautiful hazel hue seemed dull when she was with him. It made me want to tear the bastard’s heart out and feed it to him for hurting her.

She gives me a nervous glance, and my jaw twitches as I try my damndest not to act on what I’m feeling.

Slide my fingers into her hair. Tease her mouth with mine while my fingers climb up beneath her dress…

Fuck.

I can’t.

Even if her age wasn’t a factor, this is not the time or the place. I’d only be taking advantage of her.

We trek toward check-in and I secure her a room, ordering the staff to move her things from the one she shared with that prick.

Once that’s done, I lead her toward the elevator and we ride up in thick silence, heading to her new room. When I scan the card and let her walk in first, her mouth pops open.

“Oh my God… It’s so huge.”

It is. And it wants inside you.

Turning away, I grunt internally, rearranging my slacks and trying to tame my raging erection, while she struts further into the two-bedroom suite with her back to me.

“I would’ve been fine in a regular room.” Her voice drifts as she stares in awe at the large living space with two cream leather sofas and a shaggy gray rug between.

This unexplainable desire to do more for her, to give her everything, overtakes me. My palms land on her shoulders, and she jolts, though remains rooted, like she enjoys my touch as much as I enjoy touching her.

I let my hands ride up and down her velvety skin, my mouth sinking across her ear. “I wanted you to have one of the best rooms in the resort. You deserve it.”

“Thank you,” she whispers, goose bumps prickling where I touch her.

That has a smirk tipping up my face. She either likes me just as much or is terrified. I prefer to think it’s the former.

A knock on the door startles her, and I reluctantly go to open it, finding a bellhop with her luggage.

“Here you are, sir.”

He rolls it inside, and I hand him a one-hundred-dollar bill.

His attention snaps between me and the money. “Thank you, sir.”

I nod and shut the door behind him.

“You’re generous.” She kneels, unzipping her luggage to remove a few shirts and pants, plus a white one-piece swimsuit.

“Try to be. They work hard.”

That has her smiling as she places all the items in the dresser, though my mind is on her in that hot little swimsuit. My cock pulses as I lean against the wall beside her, picturing her wearing it for me. Straddling me while my hands sink into that round ass.

I should convince her to take a swim with me tomorrow.

“What’s your name?” I ask, needing to know the name of the woman who’s currently occupying every dirty thought in my head.

“Um…” Her eyes dart between me and the luggage, like she has to think about whether she wants to trust me with it.

“I’m Fionn. It’s nice to meet you.”

“I’m…I’m Emily.” A grin gradually flashes over her soft mouth.

“That’s a pretty name.”

“Thank you. Yours too.” Her cheeks turn slightly pink as she shyly looks up at me. “Never heard that one before.”

“Yeah, it’s Irish. My parents liked the rare ones.”

“That’s nice.” I catch it as her face falls for a moment, but she erases it in an instant. “Are you close to them?”

I gnash my teeth. “My mother passed away a long time ago, but yeah, I’m close to my father and the rest of my family.”

Her brows furrow. “Oh, I’m sorry. About your mom, I mean.”

“Thanks.”

I don’t like thinking about my mother. The shit she went through. How she was burned alive by Sergey, Pakhan of the Bratva at the time and Konstantin Marinov’s father.

I fight the thoughts and concentrate on the beautiful woman before me, my gaze leisurely sliding down her body, not doing a damn thing to hide my desire. Her arms come around her, like she’s trying to hide from me.

Too bad she can’t.

“I’ve gotta know, why the hell were you with an asshole like that?” The thought of him has my blood boiling. “I hope you’re not thinking about going back to him.”

No fucking way will I let that happen.

Just say the word, and he’s already dead.

“No, I think this is it.”

“Better be.”

Her lips thin with a sad smile while my features grow tenser at the thought of how he must’ve treated her all this time.

“I don’t know why I was still with him.” She settles on the edge of the bed, while my pulse beats louder in my temples, wanting to kiss that emptiness out of her eyes.

Wanting to do far worse than that.

These damn thoughts are going to ruin us both.

She’s too young. Too innocent. Too utterly tempting.

And I know right now this woman will be my downfall.

“Shit,” I mutter, running a frustrated hand down my face.

“What?” Her brows furrow.

She’s going to start thinking I’m talking to myself, which I guess isn’t that far off.

“You’re too good for him.”

Her body sags. “You sound like my friend.”

“Maybe you should listen to her.”

She releases a heavy sigh, staring up at me. “I know I do. Deserve better. But I’d spent so much time watching everyone else date that I started to feel…I don’t know, like no one would ever want me, you know? Then he came along.” She shrugs, her face growing crimson like she’s embarrassed. “I probably sound pathetic. Because of course you wouldn’t know what it’s like to feel lonely. I’m sure you have a hoard of women chasing after you.”

I almost chuckle. This woman thinks she has me all figured out. But she has no fucking clue who I am. What I want. She knows absolutely nothing, and that’s probably for the best.

A girl like this doesn’t belong in my world. Yet I find myself moving toward her, somehow needing to be in her aura.

Her breath hitches when I stalk another step forward, a smirk tilting my mouth.

“Well, babe, it looks like right now you’re the only woman who has my attention.”

Her cheeks turn pink.

Is she that unused to a man flirting with her?

“You’re beautiful. You know that, right?”

She lets out a dismissive laugh, fingers fumbling to push a long strand of hair behind her ear. Something I very much want to do myself.

“You’re sweet, but I know you’re just trying to be nice, which I appreciate. You don’t have to say anything. I know a man like you would never even consider a girl who looks like me.”

“A girl like you?” My tone turns rough. “What the hell does that mean?”

“You know…” She stares at me like I’m supposed to understand. “I’m not razor-thin. My stomach rolls when I sit.” She gives her midsection a glance. “And my thighs touch when I walk, so I definitely don’t look like a fashion model, which—let’s not kid ourselves—is probably the kind of women you date. Which is fine.” She raises both hands in the air, unable to stop rambling in the most adorable way. “I’m not judging. Those types of women are beautiful. Me? Well…I’m just me. And a man like you wouldn’t be caught dead with someone who looks like this.” She gestures at herself with a sway of her hand.

I chuckle dryly. “Wow. You have me figured out, huh, baby girl?”

How wrong you are, little rabbit. One night with me, and I’d show you just how gorgeous I think you are.

“Deny it, then.” The words fall out of her lips in a hurry, and her eyes widen for a moment like she’s surprised she even said it.

When I let out a small chuckle, her brow arches and she curls her arms over her chest, causing my attention to fall to her tits, just the right size at more than a handful.

Wanna do more than that. Wanna bend you over and fuck away all your bullshit insecurities.

The shock on her features expands the closer I get.

If she wants me to deny it, I’ll do just that.

The space between us evaporates when I force her legs apart, fingers tracing up her knee until her skin prickles and her breathing comes in gasps.

“Is that what you think?” I draw her dress higher until the thick strip of her white panties peeks through. “That I care what size you wear? Or what kind of clothes you own?” A slow, dark chuckle emanates from my throat. “I’d tear your goddamn panties with my teeth right now if I thought it was the right thing to do.”

“Oh God,” she whispers, squeezing her knees around my legs.

My fingertips slowly slink up her arm, thumb brushing over her pretty lips, ones I want wrapped around my cock desperately. “The things I could do to this mouth.”

She shivers, inhaling deeply, gaping with equal part shock and lust.

“I’m not what you want,” she murmurs, and I hiss when I feel her tongue slipping between her lips, accidentally swiping across the pad of my finger. “Stop toying with me, Fionn.”

A growl rumbles in my chest. “Who are you trying to convince, little rabbit? Hmm?”

She bites her bottom lip, and I’m ready to just say fuck it all and take what I want.

When the hell have I ever denied myself a goddamn thing?

“If you knew how attracted I am to you, how badly I wanna fuck you, you’d run.”

Her eyes round, body shifting, like she’s trying to satiate the arousal building between those thick thighs.

Would be easy to slip her panties to the side and feel just how wet I’ve made her. I squeeze my other hand at my side, trying like hell to behave. But it’s never been in my nature.

She was right about one thing: I don’t know how it feels not to constantly have the attention of women.

But that doesn’t mean I haven’t felt loneliness before.

Being an enforcer for the Mob means women are always throwing themselves at me or running the other way. But what I truly want is someone to come home to.

Sex is sometimes the loneliest thing when there’s nothing tangible to hold on to after it’s over.

Fuck, if I admitted that to my brothers, I think they’d have me examined. But being thirty-one now, I’ve realized I’m sick of the games and the clubs. I crave stability.

I want what Tynan and Elara have. What my sisters, Eriu and Iseult, have too.

And this little rabbit may be just what I need.

She’d probably bolt if she knew what I do. Enforcer for the Mob may sound a bit better than killer, but it’s what I’ve always done. It’s what I’m good at. And I’ll never stop for anyone, not that I could. Once you’re in, you’re never getting out.

Unless you’re dead.

I stare down at the stunning woman before me. Her doe-eyed expression has me clamping my teeth, desperately needing to prove to her how wrong she truly is about what I want in a woman.

“The only thing stopping me from ripping off this flimsy dress and filling your pussy with my cock is…” I hook a finger under the strap of her dress. “…knowing that it’s the last thing you need right now.” I drag the strap lower, barely clinging to my sanity.

Her inhales are harsh as she lets out a sinful moan.

Fuck me. She sounds even better when she moans.

“Tha seo ceàrr,” I groan, reluctantly letting her go before I do something she may regret tomorrow.

Her face grows flushed and her expression is so damn innocent, I’d corrupt her and enjoy every damn minute of it.

Moving back, I grip the back of my neck, attempting to control my untamable desire. “We should probably get the hell out of here before I do something I can’t take back.”

She nods feverishly, tongue slipping out to run over her bottom lip.

Fuck me. This is getting harder by the second. And I don’t just mean my dick.

“How about we go get some food?” I suggest. “My brother’s reception doesn’t start for four hours, and I can’t wait that long.”

She clears her throat, fingertips feathering over her lips—exactly where I touched her, like she’s committing it to memory.

“Okay, uh, yeah…” As she tries to rise, her stomach growls. “Guess my body agrees with you.” She giggles, and that shit is infectious as hell.

“When did you last eat?”

I give her my hand and help her up. She tries to slip it from my grasp, but I hold on to it tighter. Really like the way her tiny hand fits in my large one. I rub circles on her skin as she gazes up at me.

“Um, breakfast?”

“Shit, babe, it’s three. Why the hell haven’t you eaten yet?”

She shrugs, her cheeks growing crimson.

Damn. When she said she didn’t have money, she meant it, didn’t she? I swear I’m gonna find that fucking asshole and cut off his balls for not taking care of her the way he should’ve.

The thought is really enticing. No one has to know…

Before I can stop myself, I’m tilting her chin with the back of my free hand. “Hey, it’s okay. You don’t have to be embarrassed with me. I’m not like him. I’ll take care of you.”

The suddenness of her tears filling her eyes guts me. Wonder what her life is like back home.

“Should we go?” She slips her hand out of mine, and this time, I let her.

Don’t want to push this skittish little thing any more than I already have.