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‘Sure,’ I force a smile, even though I couldn’t think of anything worse.
‘Bye, Mam.’ He presses his lips to her cheeks and walks her to the front door.
I stand rigid in the kitchen until he returns. ‘Do you think she bought it?’
‘There’s nothing to buy.’ He prowls towards me.
I should at least attempt to disagree with him, but I can’t, because there’s a fire spreading over my skin that only he can put out. ‘Will you take me to bed now?’
‘With pleasure,’ he slaps my ass, and I squeal. ‘But I’m not fucking you tonight. Or any other night soon.’
‘Why not?’ Disappointment soars through me.
‘Because I told you, we’re not rushing this. Because I’m savouring this—savouring you—remember?’
‘I think I’ve waited long enough.’ I huff.
‘Just because I won’t fuck you, it doesn’t mean I won’t tie you to the bedposts and make you come until you can’t take anymore.’
‘Well, what are we waiting for, sir?’
26
DOMINIC
‘Are you spying on your fiancée?’ Ciaran claps a hand on my shoulder and squints at my phone. The screen shows Aoife in the library, curled up on the leather armchair cradling a mug in one hand and a book in the other. I zoom in to see which one.
Wuthering Heights.
Interesting choice. That book was rammed down our throats before the Leaving Cert.
Does she see herself as Catherine?
I’m no Heathcliff.
No way.
I wouldn’t let the woman I loved marry another man.
Not a hope.
‘Just checking she’s safe,’ I lie.
‘Course you were.’ Ciaran reaches for the glass of whiskey on the bar in front of him. We’re in Dom’s. I’d rather be at home, drinking Aoife, but unfortunately, some punk has a death wish. He had the audacity to mouth off about me in my own bar last night, challenging not just my position, but the entire Syndicate’s reign.
Matthew McAllister is a nobody. A jumped up northern wannabie who’s so insignificant, it’s laughable. He has to be working with someone else. No one would be stupid enough to challenge me alone.
But still, he has to be dealt with. I have a reputation to uphold. And it’s been a while since I made an example.
‘How are the wedding plans going?’ Ciaran asks quietly.
‘Everything is under control.’
‘Mama K is fucking beside herself with excitement.’ He cocks his head. ‘She’s going to be devastated when you get divorced.’
‘Ifwe get divorced,’ I correct him.
‘Fuck.’ Ciaran twists to face me. ‘You fucked her, didn’t you?’
