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Kylie’s PovOh God. He actually wanted details. A part of me hesitated, but another—one that was quickly winning—wanted to tell him anything, if it kept him moving closer to that unbearable ache he’d built between my thighs. “Me on top, riding you. You, taking me from behind.” His thumbs slipped beneath my panties, inching them down in a maddeningly slow tease. I let out a breathy laugh, half-desperate. “God, all different ways and places. The shower, your bed, the SUV again.”His voice was a low murmur, like velvet on my skin. “You’ve spent a lot of time thinking about my cock inside you.”“Yes.” The word escaped me almost like a confession, and when my panties finally hit the floor, he glanced up, that slow, crooked grin doing wicked things to my heart rate. “I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again—you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” He ran his gaze over me, lingering in a way that made me feel like I was something rare. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of looking
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Kylie’s PovI lay there, barely able to catch my breath, as Roberto’s fingers continued moving within me, stretching out my orgasm like he was savoring every last second of it. His mouth closed over my clit one final time, a slow, deliberate kiss that left my body trembling. When he finally pulled away, settling beside me, I felt like I’d melted into the mattress, warm and utterly sated. I stretched my arms over my head, feeling that delicious ache in every muscle, and then gave him a little nudge, pushing at his shoulder and urging him onto his back. He raised an eyebrow, maybe a little surprised, but he let me move him, grinning as I crawled up and straddled his waist. My grin matched his, a boldness rushing through me as I leaned forward, letting my slick heat drag along his cock, teasing us both. “You make me so hot, Roberto,” I murmured, pressing down just enough to feel him against me. God, he was hard, and the ache low in my belly came roaring back.He groaned, gripping my hi
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I woke up wrapped in Roberto’s arms, his warmth seeping into my skin, grounding me in the unfamiliar room. I blinked, trying to orient myself as the soft light of dawn filtered through the blinds, casting faint lines across his wall. This wasn’t my room. For a split second, I tensed, but then the events of last night rushed back, and I relaxed, a sigh slipping from my lips. His scent—a mix of something dark and woodsy, undeniably him—filled the space, and I let myself sink into it for just a moment longer. He shifted behind me, his hand instinctively drawing me closer as he nuzzled the back of my neck, his breath warm against my skin. Part of me wanted to stay—just melt into him and let the rest of the world fall away. But reality has a way of creeping in, and I couldn’t ignore the responsibility that sat heavily on my shoulders, something that seemed to press even harder after last night. As much as I craved this escape, being with him hadn’t erased my worries. If anything, it had a
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Roberto povAfter my night with Kylie, the desire to put an end to this bullshit war clawed at me, gnawing at my insides like a relentless beast. I spent the morning chasing down James, and finally managed to pin him into agreeing to drinks tonight. Mickey’s, he said. Right in the heart of Hayes territory. I hesitated, but beggars can’t be choosers. The slight silver lining was that no one connected to the Connollys would see me there, and that was crucial. I doubted my father or Liam would back me on this. They were far too indifferent to the rising storm brewing around us—this impending war that felt more like an inevitable avalanche, crashing down on us whether I liked it or not.I stepped into Mickey’s, pausing just inside the doorway to absorb the atmosphere. It had the usual gritty charm of a hundred other Irish pubs scattered throughout Boston—dim lighting, worn wooden floors, and a scent of stale beer lingering in the air. But the crest above the bar caught my eye, its white a
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Roberto“Glad we’re on the same page.” James downed half his beer, a flicker of something dark in his eyes. “Look, my brother wasn’t a saint, and we both know it. But he was still family, so, yeah, I’m not exactly bursting with happiness right now.”I expected that reaction—he was a man caught between grief and the harsh reality of family loyalty. “What if I can find out who killed him?” The words slipped out before I could weigh their weight.He frowned, confusion etched on his features. “What?”This was it—my chance to either forge an alliance or alienate him completely. I took a deep breath, bracing for the impact of what I was about to say. “I don’t want this war. Neither does Kylie.”“No one wants this war, except maybe our fathers.” James smirked, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “And Kylie, huh? Sounds like you’re getting cozy with that fiancée of yours.”“I like her.” I didn’t plan to share that. “Didn’t expect to.”“Then you’re goddamn lucky.” He leaned back, but the smirk faded
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Kylie’s PovI blew out a sigh of relief when I finally managed to shut the front door behind the two Connolly women. If I never laid eyes on another floral arrangement or tasted another bite of the countless tester cakes, it would be too soon. Aileen seemed hell-bent on cramming six months’ worth of wedding planning into a single day, and she did a damn good job of it. I swear, my head was still spinning from the onslaught of colors and flavors and the mounting pressure to pretend I was excited about every detail.And just when I thought I was free, she promised to swing by next week for dress shopping.As a kid, I hadn’t spent significant time dreaming about what my wedding would look like. Sure, I’d doodled some fairytale scenes in my notebooks, but reality had never quite fit into that mold. After I graduated from college and took the reins of Moira’s, along with supervising the other businesses the Morgans owned, I simply hadn’t had the luxury to consider what a marriage—even a po
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Kylie’s PovRoberto could.Last night, he had done an excellent job of it. It was more than just the orgasms—although those had left her breathless and wanting more. It was the way he held her afterward, as if he could protect her from the darkness lurking just outside their little bubble. For a moment, wrapped in his strong embrace, she could almost convince herself that they were invincible, that together they could vanquish any enemy who dared to rise against them. It felt foolish, a romantic notion that fluttered like a moth around the flame of her heart, but even now, she found herself craving his mouth on hers and the warmth of his skin sliding against her own. Maybe she’d call him when she got home. The thought danced in her mind, despite the half a million worries plaguing her. The guilt of Daniel’s murder clung to her like a shroud, but the idea of losing herself in Roberto's presence, even for a fleeting moment, felt like a reprieve worth chasing.Selfish? Absolutely. But t
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The younger ones, like Micah? I could almost feel the weight of their expectations pressing down on me. I knew they’d hoped I’d choose one of them to marry, believing it would elevate their status within our circle and save us from the trouble of inviting an outsider into our lives. Their ambitions were so painfully short-sighted. Thank God none of them had openly voiced their opinions about my marriage; I didn’t have the time or energy to deal with that kind of mess right now. Not when Roberto was lying here, bruised and battered, and I had no idea who had done this to him.Dr. Harris pulled out a pair of scissors, his movements steady and deliberate as he cut away Roberto’s shirt and pants. I winced, my heart tightening as I watched the fabric fall away, exposing the damage beneath. When he paused at Roberto’s underwear, I felt an odd mix of relief and discomfort. I could have told him it wasn’t necessary, but the words stuck in my throat. Instead, I focused on the mass of bruises d
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When Kylie agreed to spend the day with Roberto’s sisters, she’d envisioned a spa outing, complete with massages and mimosas—a much-needed reprieve from her chaos-filled life. Instead, she found herself standing outside a dimly lit warehouse near Fenway Park, her unease growing as Sophia, Roberto’s older sister, confidently led the way inside.The loud bass reverberated through her chest the moment they stepped through the door. A sea of bodies writhed in sync with the music, the club's pulsating lights illuminating the scene in flashes of red, blue, and gold. Kylie’s gaze darted to Keira and Sloan, the younger sisters accompanying them, but neither seemed fazed by their surroundings. If anything, Keira looked thrilled, her wide grin suggesting she was ready to dive headfirst into the chaos.Sophia maneuvered through the crowd with practiced ease, her commanding presence parting the sea of dancers. The younger women trailed behind her, and Kylie had no choice but to follow. They climb
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The thought hit Roberto like a punch to the gut: Did he know about Finch?No, impossible. Roberto shook his head and dismissed it just as quickly as it had come. No one knew. Devlin least of all. But the flicker of unease twisted in his chest, stubbornly refusing to dissipate.“I want to keep her safe,” Roberto said, his voice lower, more resolute. “I can’t do that if I don’t know where the threat’s coming from.”Devlin, leaning casually against the car, tilted his head with a knowing look. “If she’s not telling you, there’s a reason.”“She doesn’t trust me.” The words left his mouth bitterly, and their weight felt heavier than he expected. Sure, he’d known it deep down, but saying it out loud made it real. Kylie didn’t trust him. He dragged a hand over his face, trying to will the frustration away.Devlin’s smile was faint, tinged with something between sympathy and exasperation. “And what have you done to earn that trust?”Roberto faltered, his jaw tightening as the truth hit home.
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Roberto woke to an empty bed. The sheets beside him were cool, her absence stark in the early morning stillness. He turned onto his back, staring at the ceiling as he processed what had happened. She was gone. He didn’t need to check the rest of the apartment to confirm it; the silence said everything.She’d waited until he was asleep to leave, slipping out like a thief in the night.Anger and relief warred within him. He wasn’t sure whether to be pissed that she’d left without a word or grateful that she’d spared him the awkward goodbye. Their conversation last night had pushed her too far—that much was clear. But how could it not? He’d seen the shadows in her eyes, the weight she carried. And those bruises. His fists clenched just thinking about them, ghostly marks that whispered of a threat he couldn’t name.Whoever had left those marks on her throat was still out there.And she wouldn’t tell him.He exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down his face. He couldn’t fight an enemy he coul
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Roberto’s gaze lingered on her throat, his expression unreadable, but the tension was evident in the hard set of his jaw. “Just like the bruises,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. His eyes traced the space where the marks had long since faded, as if he could still see them.Kylie’s breath hitched, the memory of those bruises tightening like a phantom grip around her neck. “Roberto, please.” Her voice was soft, pleading, yet there was an undercurrent of steel in it. She needed him to stop before he shattered the fragile walls she had built around herself.For a moment, it seemed like he might push her further. His hesitation hung heavy in the air, a charged silence that made her heart race. A small, treacherous part of her almost wished he would press on, pry deeper. The memory of Daniel’s death was like a raw, festering wound buried inside her. It poisoned her every thought, every feeling. Sharing that burden—unloading even a fraction of it—would feel like tearing open the wound
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Kylie never thought it could be like this. The heat of Roberto’s hands on her hips grounded her, tethered her to the moment as his cock filled her completely, making her lose all sense of where she ended and he began. The shadows of his room wrapped around them like a cocoon, intimate and all-consuming. Their jagged breaths mingled in the quiet, each exhale fueling the fire between them. When his thumb found her clit, stroking it with deliberate precision, the sensation sent a jolt through her entire body, igniting her nerves.Her cry was half-moan, half-plea. “Oh God.”Roberto didn’t stop. He did it again, his rhythm devastatingly perfect, matching the roll of her hips as she slid down onto him. She tried to hold onto the fragile thread of control, but it was slipping away, unraveling with every brush of his thumb and thrust of his hips. Her eyes fluttered shut, surrendering to the pleasure building in her core like a crescendo she couldn’t resist.“I can’t—” she gasped, her voice tr
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The weight of Kylie's words hung in the air, thick with the grief she hadn’t fully expressed. “That’s how I felt about Ronan,” she said, her voice soft but firm, as though saying it aloud might force the emotions she kept buried inside to the surface. “He was always in my corner, even when we were growing up, fighting like cats and dogs.” A deep, painful shadow flickered across her face, and Roberto could see the grief she’d held in check for so long breaking through the cracks. “I miss him,” she added quietly, her voice thick with unshed tears.“I’m sorry, angel,” Roberto murmured, instantly regretting his choice of words, as if simply mentioning her loss would bring it rushing back in full force. He pulled her into his arms, not sure what else to say, but knowing he had to say something. “I didn’t mean to bring up bad memories.”She pulled back slightly, her gaze steady but heavy. “No, it’s okay,” she replied with a shaky breath. “He’s gone, no matter if we talk about it or not. An
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Roberto wasn’t ready for the effect Kylie would have on him. He swung open the door, and there she stood—softly flushed from the bite of the cold air, her hair tussled from the wind, her blue eyes locking onto his like they had all the time in the world, drinking him in just as much as he was drinking her in. The sight of her made the knot in his chest loosen, and he couldn’t keep himself from speaking the words that had been building in him all day.“I missed you.”Her smile was like the warmth of the sun breaking through the clouds after a storm. It hit him with the force of something deeper than simple affection—like an anchor in the middle of a tumultuous sea. “I missed you, too.”The words were barely out of her mouth before his lips were on hers, unable to wait another second. Her lips were soft and warm, and when they met his, everything else in the world faded. She melted against him, her arms sliding around his neck, pulling him in, just as much as he was pulling her. He nipp
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“I will say, Kylie, I’m surprised by what you’re proposing.”Kylie felt the familiar weight of her father’s gaze on her, but she refused to let it show. She’d been working toward this moment for days, weeks even, ever since Roberto’s attack had thrown everything into chaos. She had pushed and prodded her father relentlessly, and only today had he finally relented. He promised to hear her out—though whether he truly believed in her plan or was just indulging her, she wasn’t sure. His admiration now, that glint in his eyes, almost made the whole fight worthwhile.Almost.She swallowed her nerves and steeled herself. “They’ll be expecting a full-frontal assault. But that's exactly what makes it a bad idea. They’ll be prepared for it. They’ve already fortified their positions. Instead, we hit them where it hurts, without risking lives. Destroying one of their factories will cripple a major source of income for them. And we’ll be able to do it with minimal casualties.”The words felt like
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Four days later, Roberto trudged up the stairs to his room, his body dragging like a weight had been tethered to his feet. The exhaustion wasn't just physical—it was the kind of weariness that seeped into your bones after days of futile phone calls and failed plans. He felt as though he had been sprinting a marathon, and yet, he had nothing to show for it. James hadn’t returned a single one of his calls. The men he’d sent to canvass the area around *Tit for Tat* had been chased off by Halloran’s men—again. His father was incommunicado, and Aiden? The same damn thing. No one was talking to him about the larger plans, the ones that really mattered. It felt like everything was slipping through his fingers.To top it all off, his younger sisters had taken it upon themselves to ensure he made a full recovery. Every time he turned around, Sloan was there, pushing him into the nearest chair with a soft, worried smile and draping a blanket over his shoulders. Keira was just as bad, practical
