Ryan Reign: A Dark Mafia Romance. Book 4 of New York Ruthless

Jessie lifts the covers and looks down at herself. She is still wearing Liam’s coat and nothing else. I couldn’t bear to have one of us dress her earlier. Even though any of us would have treated her with nothing but love and respect, it just didn’t feel right to be touching her while she was unconscious. Not after what he did to her.

My heart is breaking as I think about what she has been through in the past twenty-four hours. The next time I see my uncle, I will burn his cock off with a blow torch before I crush every bone in his body, and I will let my girl watch while I do it.

“I need to shower,” she croaks, snapping me from my murderous thoughts. I swear if it wasn’t for the fact that she needed us to be strong for her now, me and my brothers would have fucking lost it.

“Of course, Angel. I’ll help you.” I’m not sure if she’ll want to be touched but she allows me to lift her from the bed and carry her to the bathroom. Setting her down on her feet, I keep my hands on her waist as she wobbles unsteadily on her feet. She holds onto my forearms as she steadies herself. “I’m fine now,” she whispers and I leave her for a second to turn on the walk-in shower.

“Hotter,” she instructs me and I turn the dial to increase the temperature until steam fills the room.

She walks in, still shaky on her feet and I follow close behind her. The heat from the shower is fierce even though I’m in my shirt and jeans. She turns to me, as though she hadn’t expected me to still be here, but there’s not a chance in hell I’m leaving her side. She looks up at me and I see the moment she breaks. Her eyelids flicker and she falls forward, straight into my arms. I wrap them around her as she presses her face against my chest and starts to sob like I’ve never seen her before. Her entire body shudders with the strength of her tears and I feel completely powerless to help her as we stand beneath the scalding water.

I rest my chin on her head and squeeze her tight to me as sobs convulse her body. Her fingers rake down my back, catching on the soaking material of my shirt as she sags against me. I kiss her head and brush the wet hair from her face and just hold her until my clothes are drenched.

When she finally looks up at me, her beautiful blue eyes lock on mine. “Thank you,” she whispers.

“Any time, Angel,” I say as I reach behind her and take the bottle of soap from the shelf. Keeping my arms around her, I squeeze some into my hands and create a lather before I start to work it over her back. She squirms as my hands slide over her waist and the faintest hint of a smile plays on her lips. She is so ticklish.

“Your clothes are soaking,” she whispers as she takes a small step back from me.

“So?” I reply with a shrug as my hands slide over her hips and onto her stomach and she looks down at them as they skim her lower abdomen.

“Is this okay?” I ask, suddenly aware that she might prefer to do this herself. She might not want my hands on her after what my cunt of an uncle has done.

“Yes,” she replies with a nod of her head and my soapy hand slides between her thighs as I clean her there. She holds onto me, one hand on my shoulder and one on my forearm as her fingernails dig into my skin through my clothes.

“You sure?” I breathe against her hair.

“Yes. I need you to wash him off me, Conor,” she gasps as she looks up into my eyes.

“I will, Angel,” I say as my other hand continues washing the rest of her body.

“Not like that,” she sucks in a shaky breath. “I need you to take it away. From everywhere.” She sobs loudly and I realize what she’s asking me to do.

“Jessie!”

“Please, Conor? I can’t let him be the last one to…” She blinks at me, unable to finish her sentence. I push back her wet hair. If any of my brothers walk in here and catch me fucking her after what she just went through, they might just lose their shit. And how can I do that after what she just went through?

“Can’t you do that now? After what he did?” she asks and my heart breaks in two.

“It’s not that, Angel.”

“Then what is it?” She blinks at me, her huge blue eyes pleading with me.

I look down at the bruises on her thighs and the rage inside me feels like it might burst out of my chest. The thought of him touching her, of him putting his hands on any part of her, makes me want to rip out his throat with my bare hands. Knowing that he hurt her there makes me feel an anger like I have never experienced before, but none of that changes a damn thing about the way I feel about her. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t, Conor. You couldn’t.”

I stare at her and despite what she’s been through, having her naked, soapy body pressed against me makes my cock stiffen. I pull back a few inches. It would kill me if she thought that’s all I’m here for.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to,” she whispers.

“Of course I do, Angel,” I frown at her. “My cock is already hard just from touching you, but are you sure that’s what you want?”

“I need this, Conor,” she pleads with me. “Please?”

“I’ll always give you whatever you need, you know that, but you’re hurt, Angel.”

“I’m not. I’m okay. And this is the only way to get rid of him.” She looks down at the floor and I cup her chin and lift her head back up so I can look in her eyes.

“Are you sure this is what you need?”

She snakes her hands around my neck and pulls me closer in response. My lips brush hers softly at first until she parts them and I slide my tongue inside. I push her back against the tiled walls and her hands fumble with my belt and zipper until she’s able to reach inside and squeeze my stiff cock in her palm.

“Jessie!” I groan into her mouth as my hand slides over her breast and stomach until I reach the apex of her thighs. She parts them slightly, giving me all the permission I need. Sliding my fingers between her folds makes her whimper into my mouth as I deepen our kiss. But then I hesitate and my hand stills. I have no idea how she wants this.

“Conor,” she groans as she tugs on my hair and I realize I need to stop overthinking this. She is my girl and she is the same one who left from New York a few days earlier. I know exactly how she likes to be fucked.

I circle two fingers over her clit and she grinds her mound against my palm. When I slide a finger inside her a moment later, she wrenches her mouth from mine and gasps loudly.

“Open wide for me,” I growl and she obeys without hesitation, allowing me to slide a second inside her.

“Conor!” she hisses, pulling me towards her until our foreheads are pressed together.

“You like that, Angel?”

“Uh-huh,” she nods as she clings to my neck. “But I need more.”

“Fuck, Jessie!” I hiss as I work fingers faster inside her and brush her clit with my thumb knuckle. Her walls squeeze me, drawing me in tighter as I bring her to the edge quickly. Just before she tips over, I pull my fingers out of her and she groans.

“I want you on my cock, Angel,” I growl, sliding my hands to her ass and lifting her until she can wrap her legs around my waist.

She shivers as I edge the tip inside her. “This what you want?”

“Yes.” She bites her lip and I drive myself inside her and she grips me so hard it feels like she’ll never let me go.

“Damn, Jessie, you feel so fucking good, Angel,” I hiss as I rail into her, nailing her to the wall with each thrust. “I can’t get far enough inside you.”

“Harder!” she hisses.

“Yeah?” I growl before I suck on the tender skin on her neck.

“Yes!” she whimpers.

I go harder and she shudders in my arms. “Conor!” she moans and the sound of my name on her lips makes my balls tighten. I am so close to losing it inside her, but she teeters on the edge. I roll my hips, trying to get deeper inside her and hit that sweet spot that makes her thighs tremble, but something’s holding her back.

I wrap one hand around her throat, pressing her head back against the wall as I stare into her eyes. “You gonna come for me, Angel?” I growl.

“I want to,” she breathes.

“So tell me what I need to do to get you there.”

“You’re being too gentle. I’m not made of glass.”

“Fuck, Jessie. I can’t…” I shake my head. I’m nailing this girl into oblivion here.

“You’re holding back,” she breathes. “I can feel it.”

“You think?” I grunt, trying to stop myself from coming as her sweet pussy squeezes me for dear life.

“I know.”

I release my grip on her throat and plant my hands either side of her head on the wall. “You’d better hold on,” I growl and she wraps her legs tighter around me. “You ready?”

“Yes,” she pants.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

I pull out of her almost all the way before I drive back into her with everything I have.

“Conor,” she groans so loudly I’m sure my brothers must have heard in the next room, but I’m past caring. I rail into her again and she drags her fingernails down my back.

“Your pussy loves my cock, Angel,” I grunt. “You’re squeezing me so hard. You’re going to come for me. Now,” I order her and she nods her head as she bites down on her lip. I thrust into her again and she shifts a few inches up the wall as she clenches around me and finally lets go, shouting my name when she comes. A few more thrusts has me finding my own release and I spurt hot and heavy inside her.

When she stops trembling, I lower her legs to the floor. She looks up at me. “I love you,” she whispers.

“I love you, too, Angel.”

When I walk back into the bedroom ten minutes later, Shane is there. His eyes are burning into me. There is no way he didn’t just hear our girl coming for me.

“You two okay?” he asks with an arch of one eyebrow.

I clear my throat. Why do I feel like such a fucking deviant? “Yeah.” I nod.

“Don’t look so fucking worried, Con,” he says with a shake of his head. “You gave her what she needed.”

“I know.” I run my hands through my hair. So, why the fuck does he look so disappointed in me?

“I’m going to check on the boys,” he says before he shoves his hands in his pockets and walks out of the room and it’s then that I realize it’s not me he’s disappointed in but himself. I shake my head and watch him leave. I should never have been so hard on him when Jessie was taken. He beats himself up enough without me adding to his worries.

Jessie walks out of the bathroom a few seconds later and wraps her arms around my waist. “Thank you,” she says as she lays her head against my chest.

“You never have to thank me for that, Angel.” I rub my hands over her back and she snuggles into me.