Chapter 23

A soft tunefrom a live piano filled the lavish Manhattan penthouse, which was already overflowing with men I was familiar with from rumors but had never met. Their faces were burned into my memory as they would've been with any Company man. They were the generals, the higher-ups who ran the mob with a cruel grip, and only those who were worthy could be anywhere near their presence.

I wasn't one of those men and never had been.

I was only here as Oisín's beast, an example of what he could achieve with a former traitor. But it was also more than that, we were more than that, and it scared the shit out of me.

Glittering chandeliers that reminded me of icicles hung from the high ceiling, casting dancing light across the polished wooden floor. Large windows looked onto a pool, then several more revealed the city, and the nighttime rush glimmered beyond the barriers, the skyline like a thousand stars embedded in New York City. The penthouse wasn't far from Times Square, so there was even more activity than I was used to seeing down below.

Oisín's hand gripped mine, fingers curled and clutching with possessiveness that had my cock twitching. Some days it still took a lot to get hard, but my Master knew exactly what I needed to get there. Other days, or nights like now, all it took was his touch and I was ignited with a need that sent me careening off a very high mountain without a parachute. No, fuck that. This crazy bastard beside me was my parachute. He kept me safe, and as weird as it was for me to think of him that way, it was true. If Mr. Killough wanted to come at me, Oisín was my armor, and with him, I was bulletproof.

I hobbled forward, my knee in its protective brace after I'd woken up this morning with more pain. The healing was a long process, with some days being worse than others, but I was getting there. Slowly. We'd relaxed as much as we could since the bullshit at that farmhouse, like Oisín had promised we would.

My gaze fell on Grady Maher and his family. Well, nearly all of them. I recognized his father and his older brother Padraig, too. They were legends in the Company because they were one of the few families who'd been loyal to the Killoughs from the beginning.

"Look at that kiss ass," Oisín murmured, nodding in the direction of Grady. While the words came out as envious, Oisín's tone gave away his amusement. "His nose is so close to Sloan's ass I wouldn't be surprised if he had a schedule of when Sloan farts."

"Does the almighty Mr. Killough actually let one rip or is he too much of a god for human bodily functions?" I shot Oisín a grin when he barked out a laugh.

A man I thought was one of the higher-ups from the Bronx, where we used to live when Dad was alive, sent us a curious look as he strode past us with a flute of champagne clutched daintily in his hand. Oisín wriggled his fingers in a wave toward him and the dude grunted and kept walking. We both laughed again.

"You are trouble, Beastie." He rested a hand on my lower back and guided me farther into the wide-open space of the penthouse.

Mr. Killough was over in the corner with his pet, and they were talking to Jamie Shannon, who managed what the Company called Illegal Operations. I'd seen Jamie out and about in the past and he didn't act stuck up. I caught the moment Mr. Killough noticed us. He turned his head, went to look away again before doubling back. Almost immediately, he wrapped an arm around his pet and finished his conversation before he guided Mr. Morrissey toward us.

Oisín nudged me with an elbow. "Let me do the talking."

I made a sound of agreement. The last thing I wanted was to piss Mr. Killough off again. I had enough scars and injuries as it was.

Mr. Killough came to a stop in front of us and raised his dark eyebrows toward me. "I don't remember your animal being on the invite, Oisín."

Mr. Morrissey eyed me carefully, tilting his head to the side, and in doing so displayed the bite marks that dotted the length of his neck and jaw. The black mesh shirt he wore was transparent, and while they were more difficult to see, there were more hickeys over his chest and belly. An obvious claim of ownership, as if the red collar on his neck didn't already do that. But he could clearly see the electric collar on me, sitting tightly around my neck—Oisín's version of ownership.

"He's more than my animal, Sloan, he's my partner." Oisín tickled his fingers across my shoulder and up my neck before grabbing a strand of my hair and twirling it around his finger. The action was a statement. I was his. "He helped me retrieve this present for Grady and informed me of the other men who were in on stealing your product. He's been nothing but loyal since I acquired him."

"And that means we should start trusting him? That he should be invited to parties where my most important men are?" A tic began in Mr. Killough's jaw and that wasn't a good sign. "Hmm."

"I fucked up," I said, earning a sharp glance from Oisín. Tracing the electric collar around my neck, I swallowed and continued. "Sir, I admit I fucked up and I will forever pay the price. My freedom is gone. I belong to Master Oisín now. He's the keeper of my body in every way, and I'm his guard dog. I kill for him."

Sloan pressed his lips together, his face softening into something more relaxed.

"My actions are owned by him, sir. He trusts me. Shouldn't that be enough for you? Because you trust him, right?"

A silence descended on the penthouse, and it seemed every gaze had turned to us, waiting. From the corner of my eye, I noticed Daire Reardon, Mr. Killough's second-in-command, taking a step forward.

Mr. Killough smirked. "Fine. Your actions are on Oisín's head. You betray us, Oisín will handle the consequences." He turned those cold blue eyes back to me. "Someone has paid the price, I suppose. I hope you didn't like your sister too much, Olsson, because her blood has joined yours on the floor of Mount Pleasure."

I stiffened, then relaxed. The truth was that I didn't care. Rina hadn't really been a sister. I tilted my head. "I understand, sir."

His mouth quirked. "Consequences are for everyone involved. Unlike you, she begged for mercy and folded very quickly. Are you sure you're from the same family?"

I held in a snort. It might have seemed cruel, but Rina was more of an acquaintance than anything else. "Sometimes I wondered, sir."

He nodded. "We can't find her husband. He wasn't home when we arrived there, and we suppose he's on the run. But he'll be handled when we catch him, too."

It made sense. Jeremy was part of the plan, even if he'd followed whatever order Rina had given him.

"Understood, sir. Thank you, sir."

With a final quirk of an eyebrow at Oisín, Mr. Killough turned, guiding Mr. Morrissey toward the Mahers.

I exhaled a relieved breath and smiled in apology at Oisín. "Sorry, Master, I know you told me to keep quiet, but he needed to hear from me."

Oisín's mouth curled and he drew in closer to me. He cupped my cheek and kissed me roughly on the lips, right there for everyone to see. This was the first time he'd done anything in front of any of the Company men—well, minus the messenger we'd traumatized. A surge of hunger spread in my chest. I grabbed his face between my hands and deepened the kiss, my nails digging into his vulnerable flesh.

He groaned and nipped my bottom lip, breaking the skin and getting his revenge for when I'd done the same to him the other day. Blood welled from the cut, and I darted my tongue out to taste it, grinning.

A loud clapping of hands broke us apart, and we focused on Mr. Killough, who took the center of the room with Mr. Morrissey still beside him. He peered around at the gathered men. "Gentlemen, I would like your attention."

The room fell to complete silence—a feat, given the number of people here.

Mr. Killough smirked as he held out his hand to Grady. "Here, we have a hardworking Company man, one who has gone above and beyond to make us a lot of money."

"He'd also kiss my feet if I asked him to," Oisín murmured low in my ear in a voice that mimicked Mr. Killough's. I pressed my lips together to stop myself from laughing. It was easy to see that he wasn't mocking the boss, but rather Maher, who he clearly wasn't fond of.

"He is a Maher in every sense of the word. Loyal. Reliable. Charismatic. And a deal maker."

"Boss's ball licker," I murmured back to Oisín, who stifled his amusement in my shoulder.

I'd had one encounter with Grady Maher in my life, and he hadn't deigned to send more than a simple glance in my direction. To men like him, underlings were nothing but working ants he stepped on when he had a reason for it. No, he handled the men who had more power and made decisions. He was the one who charmed those kinds of assholes into doing what Mr. Killough wanted. At the time I'd met him, Maher was out to convince a local drug boss, who was giving us Company men trouble, to become part of our team—or suffer the consequences—but he threatened people in a way that sounded sophisticated while still being serious.

I shifted slightly and wrapped my arm around Oisín's waist.

He gave me a soft smile in response as Mr. Killough continued to list all the great things about Maher, but I tuned it out. I wasn't interested in hearing about him. I was more drawn to the man at my side, with his alluring presence that had taken me from a broken and desperate man to a strong and protective beast. He was mine and I was his, and never in my wildest dreams did I think that I could fall in love with another man, let alone one as crazy and passionate as Oisín. Yet, here I was.

"Why are you looking at me like that, Beastie?" he whispered, eyes sparkling knowingly.

A wave of heat washed through me, and I leaned in closer, laying a kiss on his cheek. "Because you're the sexiest person in this room."

"Glad you can finally see it. Took you long enough." He nudged me with his elbow, grinning mischievously. "Only in this room, though?"

I rolled my eyes. "Fine. The most beautiful, sexiest person in the world. Better?"

He nodded resolutely. "Much." He grinned at me and tilted his chin up for a kiss, which I happily gave him.

By the time Killough was done and had Maher approach him so he could hand over the key to the Aston Martin, everyone had begun to walk toward the elevator so they could go downstairs and see the car that Oisín and I had stolen. I tugged Oisín back when he went to move forward, too, bringing him against me. I pressed my forehead to his, breathing him in and closing my eyes to enjoy the familiar spice of his cologne.

"Let's go home, Master. Please?" I placed a small kiss on his nose. "I want to fuck you."

He tsked. "That's a long drive. You can fuck me here." His tongue darted out to swipe across the corner of my lips. "Fuck me where they can all come up and see. Show them how much I like your cock in my tight little hole."

A shiver snaked down my spine, his words building a level of desire that left me desperate for more. I grasped his arm and hauled him toward the windows, ignoring the laughter that bubbled from his mouth as I shoved him through the glass doors out to the pool area, which was surrounded by even more windows, though they looked more like a retractable wall.

I pushed him toward the glass wall, picking one panel to shove him against.

He splayed his hands out to catch himself, throwing me a wicked smile over his shoulder. "What are you going to do now, Beastie?"

"Fuck you like you want it." My cock twitched in my expensive suit pants, and I unbuckled, unbuttoned, and unzipped to reach in and give it a firm stroke. It wasn't getting hard as quickly as I wanted, and I growled in frustration.

Oisín shushed me and tugged his phone out of his pocket. "Don't worry, Beastie, your Master has you." He opened the app, and a buzz of electric shock spiraled its way through me in a twist of pleasure. My cock jerked, blood rushing south and filling me up.

I trembled, breathing out a sigh of relief as my cock came to life. I grabbed his shoulder and pressed him against the glass. "Take off your pants, please, Master."

"Because you asked so nicely, Beastie." He did exactly what I wanted, and I watched enthusiastically as his sexy pale ass came into view when his pants dropped. My mouth watered, and I couldn't help but lower myself to the wooden floor on my knees and open up his cheeks with my fingers.

"Fuck, you're so sexy. I want to eat you out." I didn't wait for his permission. I went directly to work. Using my tongue, I teased his tight pucker open. I pressed in as deeply as I could, homing in on the delicious sounds he made while I tongue fucked his ass. My fingernails dug into his asscheeks, marking him as mine, and I didn't care if anyone came up to see us like this. I wanted them to watch so they knew who Oisín belonged to.

He reached behind to grab the back of my head, shoving me forward, closer to his hole. "Yes, Beastie. Fuck. Eat me out. Take whatever you want from me."

I growled, the sound muffled by the cheeks of his ass because of how deep I had my face shoved between them. I couldn't get enough, wanted more, needed more. He was divine in every way, and I didn't know how I'd gotten to this point of obsession with him, but I didn't care, either.

I swirled my tongue around his rim and shoved it back inside, stretching him as much as I could before I wrenched out some packets of lube from my pants. I ripped one open and spread the gel across my fingers, then added a digit into his hole beside my tongue.

"Fuck, Beastie. Right there." Oisín slapped the glass. "Your tongue is a masterpiece."

I hummed in delight and took my time to stretch him. I drew out as many moans from him as I could, ignoring the voice in my head that told me if I didn't hurry, all the other guests would be back to see what I was doing to him.

"Inside me. Now." Oisín poked his tongue between his teeth as he peeked at me over his shoulder. "Or if you don't hurry up, I'm sure at least one of the men downstairs would like to fuck me."

A feral growl ripped from my throat and I got to my feet, my cock bouncing with the movement. I snagged his shoulder and rammed him against the glass again. He whimpered as I grabbed another packet of lube, ripping it open and spreading the slick onto my cock before I lined myself up. Bliss overwhelmed me as I pushed inside him. His ring of muscle gave way to my cockhead, opening to allow my wide length to thrust gently in until I was balls deep and ready to go.

He banged his palms against the wall again and his forehead joined them. Tilting his hips toward me, he groaned as I sank even deeper. "You're so big. Perfect. Exactly what I need. Move."

I smoothed a hand under his shirt and up his back, tracing the knobs of his spine with my thumb. I tickled my fingers across his shoulder blades and watched as goose bumps sprinkled the back of his neck. Only then did I start thrusting.

There was nothing gentle about the way I hammered into him. With my hands gripping his shoulders for leverage, I yanked him back onto my cock as I pummeled forward. The echoes of our skin slapping played a happy tune in the otherwise quiet pool room, and the light from outside danced its own beat across his face, showing every emotion that flickered on it. He hummed and whimpered and moaned, the soft begging driving me forward with more fiery passion.

His tightness clamped around me, but this was no longer about a hole that got me off. No. We were more than that. He was my Master, the man who'd saved me, and I was his beast, an animal who would live to serve him for the rest of my life. He tamed my wild heart, and I gave him a challenge to still his bored mind. Our fucking went beyond physical—it was an emotional and spiritual compulsion that made my blood sing. His flesh was scorching hot against my own, and his heart thumped to the same rhythm as mine.

It was fucking perfect.

Another electric shock spiked through me, and I yelled out, my cock pulsing even harder.

Oisín threw a grin over his shoulder. "Head in the game, Beastie. Harder."

I drilled into him deeply, and the sob he let out encouraged me to keep going. I'd found his prostate. In and out, as roughly as I could, I fucked into him with the passion of the animal I was. Sweat clung to my forehead and chest, and I kept going.

Harder.

Faster.

Deeper.

I plastered my chest against his back and rocked into him, pulling needy grunts from him. "Come for me, Master," I whispered. "Show me how much you love my cock."

"Fuck." Oisín slapped the glass so hard that I swore the entire thing shook, but I was too focused on how he reached under himself to care. He rolled back onto me, taking me deeper. "I'm coming. Fuck, Beastie."

I nibbled the back of his neck, listening to all the sinful noises that fell from his mouth in soft gasps and whimpers and cries, and then he tightened around me and his cum splattered across the glass.

"Yes. Fuck!"

I grinned, proud of myself, and went back to work. A few more thrusts were all it took before my balls pulled tight and I exploded inside him, shooting deep into his warmth. I rocked forward until I had nothing left to give, and my knees trembled under my weight. Grabbing his face in my hand, I turned it so I could lay a sloppy kiss on his mouth. "You're fucking perfect, Master."

He hummed.

Behind us, a slow clap began, and others joined. I groaned and glanced around to find the whole damned crowd of higher-ups were back. Mr. Killough sat on a black leather couch that someone had clearly moved for a better viewing angle, Mr. Morrissey on his lap. The others stood around them, some looking at us, some staring away. It was Mr. Killough who had clapped the hardest and clearly had been the first.

He smirked over Mr. Morrissey's shoulder. "Impressive animal, aren't you? I can see why Oisín has decided to trust you."

"I would, too, if I had a cock attached to someone that enthusiastic filling me up." Mr. Morrissey laughed.

Mr. Killough's mouth went tight, and Mr. Morrissey squealed as Mr. Killough picked him up and threw him over his shoulder. "Let's give them a show of our own, Pet, seeing as you insist on being disrespectful about my dick. You deserve ten spankings for that."

I shook my head and glanced back at Oisín, who doubled over in laughter. "Not mad?"

He straightened, my cock still lodged deeply inside him, and reached behind to cup my cheek. Laying a kiss on my mouth, he winked. "I wanted them to see you destroy my hole."

I grinned. "Yeah, me too."