Page 58 of Ruthless Claim

Her breath hitches as I slide my hand between her thighs, finding her hot and ready. “So wet,” I tell her, my voice low and rough. “You have no idea what that does to me.”

“Stop talking,” she whispers, her hips bucking against my hand. “I need you inside me.”

I don’t make her wait.

I free myself from my pants, my cock hard and aching.

I guide myself to her entrance, teasing her for a moment before sliding inside.

The tightness, the heat—it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before.

Valentina’s head falls back against the mattress, a moan slipping from her lips as I fill her completely. “Oh, fuck, Cillian,” she gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders. “You feel so good.”

“You like that?” I growl, thrusting into her with a slow, deliberate rhythm that makes her whimper. “You like how I fuck you?”

“Yes,” she cries out, her hands gripping my back as I drive deeper. “I—holy fuck, Cillian.”

Her words spur me on, my pace quickening as I take her harder, the sound of our bodies slapping together filling the room.

Our bodies are slick with sweat, the scent of sex thick in the air, and all I can think about is how incredible she feels, how desperately I want to make her scream my name.

“Say it again,” I command, my voice rough with need. “Tell me how much you want this.”

“I—ugh,” she moans, her voice breaking with each thrust. “Fuck, Cillian. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

“I’m not stopping until you come all over my cock,” I promise, my hands gripping her hips as I drive into her with relentless force. “I want to feel you come, Valentina. I want to feel you squeeze me tight.”

Her moans grow louder, her body trembling as she nears the edge.

I reach between us, finding her clit and rubbing it in time with my thrusts, pushing her closer to that breaking point.

“Oh, fuck,” she gasps, her body arching off the mattress. “Holy shit, Cillian. I’m gonna⁠—”

“Do it,” I urge her, my voice raw with need. “Come for me. Come on my cock.”

Her climax hits her like a tidal wave, her walls clenching around me as she screams my name.

The sight of her, the sound of her pleasure, is too much for me to handle.

With a final, deep thrust, I spill inside her, groaning as the pleasure crashes over me.

We collapse together, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths coming in ragged gasps.

I pull out of her and roll off, collapsing on the mattress.

We’re both silent except for the noises of our breathing coming back in order.

I can feel her turn toward me and I tilt my head to the side to see her big brown eyes watching me.

“Emma told me Brigid makes the best soda bread in New York and won’t give anyone the recipe,” she says.

That’s what she’s thinking of right now? I clearly didn’t fuck her hard enough. “Brigid is a stubborn old bat,” I tell Valentina, running my fingers through her silken hair. “She’s threatened to die without telling anyone the recipe.”

Something moves through Valentina’s expression. “She misses her,” she says softly, long fingers plucking at the sheets. “Brigid. I could tell.”

I nod. I saw it too. “She and Emma were close.”

“And Teresa.”