Page 22 of Colin (The Doherty Mafia)
She threw her arms around me and kissed me feverishly.
“Take me upstairs, now,” she murmured in my ear.
She was the only girl whose orders I obeyed.
I had to splash my face with cold water. Something to knock those memories out of my head.
Every time I thought of Tina, I was first filled with despair, and then anger. Nothing made sense in the world anymore. Least of all—my own existence.
I should have just drank all the alcohol in the room and forced myself to pass out. It wasn’t worth staying up.
When I came out of the bathroom, there was a knock on the door.
I expected it to be one of my brothers. Aidan, most likely; coming to check up on me.
But it wasn’t.
Marley stood on the other side.
She had changed into a pair of tight blue jeans and a sleeveless olive-green top that showed off the pink bra she wore underneath.
It was a different look from what she wore the previous night, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
“Didn’t expect to see me?” she asked, striding in casually.
“No, I did not.”
“Yeah, I didn’t expect you to be here either. I thought I’d take my chances and check,” she said, looking around.
I sensed she was making note of how clean the room looked now, than how it did that morning when we woke up.
“Why?” I asked.
She turned to me with her blue eyes shining.
“Why?” she repeated.
“Why did you come to check on me? I thought you were going to text me.”
She sighed and walked over to the mini bar. There were a few vodkas and gins left and she grabbed two of them.
Clearly, this girl could give my drinking habit a run for its money. And that was what landed us in this shit in the first place.
“Yeah, I was going to text you, but then I figured you might be interested in a drinking buddy tonight.” She perched herself on the end of the bed.
I watched as she carefully undid the caps of one of the bottles and drank. Her soft graceful neck stretched as she tipped her head back and gulped.
“Why would I need a drinking buddy tonight? I’m here with my brothers,” I said.
Marley wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She looked around the room with a faint smile on her lips.
“Where are they hiding?”
I clenched my jaws.
It was obvious that her mood had changed drastically. This morning, she was panicking and confused, literally on the verge of tears. Tonight, she was perky and making jokes.
“I was about to hit the sack,” I lied.
She breathed in deeply, nodded and then stood up.
“Okay, I’ll go if you want me to leave.”
We stared at each other in silence. I was trying to decide what to do. She was trouble. I knew that already.
“A husband and wife should spend their nights together. Isn’t that a rule or something?” I said, which made her smile.
Thirteen
Marley
I knew I was taking a huge risk by returning to his hotel room.
Firstly, there was a chance he would kick me out. I was nobody. Other than being a mistake, did I really mean anything to him at all?
Secondly, what if he figured it out? What if I gave myself away? What would he do to me if he found out who I was? From what I knew of the mafia and particularly his family… They didn’t take kindly to people who tried to manipulate them. They hated liars.
Colin reached for a half-empty whiskey bottle on the bed and I watched as he drank it.
A shudder of desire ran through me as I stared at his perfectly muscular body. I knew what he was capable of. I knew he was dangerous, and yet, my physical attraction to him was very real. It was undeniable.
He threw the empty bottle to the floor and came towards me.
I leaned back on the bed as he climbed on top of me, covering me with his shoulders and arms. His nose was less than an inch from mine, hovering over my hot flushed face.
All I could do was writhe underneath him, thrust my hips up in his direction, beg him in silence to take me again.
At the same time, my mind whirled with the fear of being found out.
I’d never done anything like this before. I wasn’t even trained in going undercover. This was madness.
I had voluntarily undertaken a mission I was more than likely going to fail at. Whatever Colin Doherty may have been—I knew he was a smart guy. Would I be able to outsmart him? Probably not.
But what other choice did I have? It was too late to back out now.
He kissed me. His tongue dove into my mouth and my body rose up in shivers to meet his. His fingers dug into my arms as he gripped me tightly, pinning me to the bed.
