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“You are devious.”
He winked at her, “thank you.”
This was more conversation than she ever shared with him in the past. His deep rumbling voice and the way he was incredibly relaxed around her was making her feel safer than she’d felt in a long time, despite his affiliation as the head of the family which nearly destroyed her.
“Genesis, I cannot apologize enough for the events which took place back then. The loss of my grandson weighs heavy on my heart. We failed you as a family. I was the one who sent those two bitches to Kiefer to get under control and he dropped the ball, and I didn’t follow-up because mostly I was glad, they were out of my fucking country and my hair. I’m sorry. Can you ever forgive me?” He took her hands in his, his eyes warm and
sincere.
She nodded shyly at his words. He held his arm out as if asking for a hug and she nervously leaned closer to him, and he wrapped her tightly in a snug embrace. He kissed the top of her head gently and rubbed her shoulder reassuringly.
“I won’t let them hurt you again, Genesis. The men in this family failed you for the last time. It won’t happen again. My offer stands. If you want to finish Aoife on your own, say the word 7:00
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being closed only to find him balls deep in a server, her hair bunched in his fist, and he was plowing her from behind. It hadn’t been gentle, and the girl’s mouth and her screams of pleasure were covered by his other hand.
“You watched.”
There was no accusation in his tone, simply a comment, yet she stared straight ahead at the wall opposite them, her head against his shoulder as he continued to hug her tight. She remained silent unsure of what to say.
“I know you watched. Genesis. You were there for a long time before I called out to you. Do you remember what I said?”
She nodded, her cheek scraping the soft cotton of his dress shirt.
“Say it. What did I say?”
“You told me if I was going to be in the room while you fucked to prepare to be fucked. Either get in or get out.” She barely spoke the words.
“You never told anyone.”
“No sir.”
“Now see,” he gave a throaty laugh, “when you call me sir, it gogs all kinds of things to me. I think I’d like it even boter if you
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called me Daddy.”
Holy shit. Lorcan O’Reilly was boldly hitting on her while his own son, her legal husband, was in the same house with him. He nuzzled her ear, and his fingers traced a figure eight along her bare bicep where her t-shirt cut off.
“Say it, Genesis. Call me daddy.”
She couldn’t refuse him if she tried. “Daddy.”
What was wrong with her that her panties were now soaked. His wicked laugh floated along her skin.
“I got Moira pregnant right before my seventeenth birthday. She actually told me on my birthday she was knocked up. I’m only fifty-three. I have years of life in me. I know you’re contemplating some kind of poly thing with the twins. If you don’t want it, if you want a divorce, I can make it happen for you, Genesis. Here is my offer. You can divorce Kiefer and Tadgh by association. You’ll get primary custody of your son, but Kiefer will have visitation and the right to raise his son as the incoming heir to this family.”
“But?” her voice was shaking, and she knew it was more than fear. A need was spiraling up through her abdomen and the desire to rush to the shower and get out her waterproof toy was immense. This man was sex on a stick. It was suddenly dawning
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