‘Nothing. Max just likes to cause trouble wherever he goes.”
Just as the words leave my mouth, Alexie walks towards us with a giant grin on his face. “Paris.”
He goes to give me a hug, but I step out of his reach and into Ciaran’s embrace. “Hey, Alex. How are you?”
“What? No hug for your long-time friend.”
“No,” Ciaran interjects, his arm like a vise around my waist. “Her boyfriend doesn’t like other men touching her. It makes him turn feral.”
Alexie smirks, his eyes assessing Ciaran. “There’s no need to piss on your territory.”
Both men are large and skilled in the art of killing, but Alexie isn’t insane like Ciaran. Alexie, though lethal, is a businessman first and foremost, while Ciaran is a killer through and through.
Ciaran pushes me behind him and steps up to Alexie. “There won’t be any need to piss anywhere. I already own the girl. How about we take this discussion to the booth over there?”
“Lead the way,” Max says, nudging Alexie.
I’m not sure if he’s telling him to behave or be on guard.
“Why are you tracking the same people as us?” Alexie asks as soon as we’re seated at the table.
He’s eyeing me, and it’s not missed by Ciaran, who lifts me and places me on his lap. Alexie laughs, taking a sip of his drink. Alex has no interest in me, never has. I have no clue why he’s trying so hard to irritate Ciaran.
My fingers smooth Ciaran’s hair, hoping to calm him. “Ciaran seems to have the same list.”
Max takes a sip of his drink, his eyes focused on Ciaran, assessing . “Looks like the Irish Strangler isn’t that bad after all. Can’t be if you take down those pieces of shit.”
Ciaran’s hand roams up my leg, and his fingers move my panties aside. My breath hitches as his finger moves gently along my center before brushing against my clit. I turn to look at him, and he stares back at me with a shit-eating grin on his face. The man is unbelievable.
I start to say something, but he pinches my clit. It takes everything in me to control the reaction of my body. Jesus, the man knows my pussy like the back of his hand.
His hand withdraws, and disappointment courses through me, but before I can find my composure, he lifts me and places me on top of his dick. Holy shit. I’m sitting at the table with my two best friends in a crowded bar, and Ciaran is fucking me. He doesn’t move, he just fills me before his hand is back on my clit, driving me mad. My hands grip the table as I try desperately to control myself.
“You okay, Paris,” Alexie asks.
I nod. “Mm-hmm. Fiiine.”
Ciaran’s devious chuckle rings in my ear as I stare at Alexie, praying to god he doesn’t figure out what’s going on. Ciaran moves his fingers on my clit in delicious circles, hitting the right spot and keeping his focus. I lean back on him and bite my bottom lip to stifle my screams as I come.
Ciaran kisses my shoulder. “Fuckin’ spectacular.”
Alexie looks at me perplexed, while Maxim smiles, letting on he knows exactly what happened.
Ciaran pinches my clit, making me yelp before he brings his finger to his mouth and licks it clean.
“Alexie, I think we should get going,” Max says. “I’ll call you this week about the next hit. I think you deserve some R and R.” As they rise and start to walk away, he turns back to us. “Oh, and Ciaran? Thanks for the show.”
Once they’re out of earshot, I turn to Ciaran. “Why’d you do that?”
“Let’s just say I pissed all over my territory so no other dog would come sniffing.”
“You’re insane.”
Ciaran nuzzles my shoulder. “I know. Let’s go home.”
My eyes flutter open to find Ciaran is clinging to me, his body shaking. He’s drenched in sweat, his eyes squeezed shut. He’s asleep but appears to be in physical pain.
I move to wake him, and he screams. A heart-shattering scream that pierces me to the depths of my soul. I shake him, and his eyes fly open, almost unrecognizable. Ciaran always looks a little deranged, but right now, the man is gone. All I see is the killer.
He flips me onto my back, his fingers around my throat, and squeezes. I try to speak, but he spreads my legs and shoves his cock inside me. His thrusts are hard. He's making sure I feel every inch of his massive cock. His movements aren’t gentle, and they aren’t for my pleasure. I’m not even sure if they’re for his. Sex with Ciaran right now is like being faced with the wrong end of a pistol and praying to god you survive. He’s angry, he isn’t in control, and he could blow with one wrong move.