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She tries to scoot forward.

My fingers grip into her waist.

“Ciaran,” she whines. “It’s too big. You’re too big.”

My own ego claws against my chest at her declaration.

I rub her hips. “I know, princess. Breathe for me, okay. Let me in.”

She whimpers while I keep tracing circles on her hips. Inch by inch, I claim her hole.

When my hips are snug against her arse, I press a kiss to her shoulder.

“Just like that princess,” I praise. “Rock your hips, princess.”

The command is merely meant to antagonize. I take her hips in my hands, controlling her movements, giving her no hope.

God damn.

My head falls back, my balls tightening. There’s little hope for me.

You love Adeline Akatov.

“Fuck.” I can’t control myself. I slam into her, needing to split her into two. She’s so damn tight, she strangles my cock.

Months ago, Seamus told me I loved Adeline. He didn’t ask or suggest or even caution me. He simply stated something.

I ignored him. I often ignore the things my cousins tell me.

Besides, I’d always known the deal. I was going to fuck the Bratva princess as much as I wanted to while in New York, but I wasn’t going to lose my mind.

But how does a man not lose his mind when it comes to Adeline Akatov.

“Ciaran!” she cries.

I snake my hand around her waist, toying with her clit. She snaps easily, and while she rides the waves of her pleasure, I thrust harder and longer until I come in her beautiful arse.

I keep thrusting, letting myself enjoy the sensation. I hold onto her, not letting her pull away even though she’s exhausted. We end up in a heap on the bed, my cock buried in her.

“Ciaran.” Her head is turned, but I still catch the tear dripping from her eye.

I smooth her hair back. She took a lot, and I think we’re both in agreement. There are no words needed as a current of deep satisfaction runs between us.

I press a kiss to her shoulder and pull her closer.

CHAPTER 28

Ciaran

Two weeks later, I found myself in Uncle Cormac’s study. Sunlight cascades through the windows, blanketing his desk in gold.

I lean back in my chair, a tumbler of whiskey in front of me. I prefer when Cormac’s place is quiet. Even without a birthday party, the horde of O'Connells means there’s always something going on.

This afternoon, everyone is scattered, off in their own world.

I’d like to be gone myself. We took a night off to celebrate my uncle’s birthday, but our workload has more than made up for it since. The idea of going home and sitting on the sofa next to Adeline while she studies sounds perfect. Her typing on her laptop will lull me into a post dinner nap, and when I wake up, she’ll be done with her textbooks, and I’ll happily take her to bed.

“You all right there?” Cormac asks, turning in his desk chair.