Chapter 24

SHANE Iwatch her as she walks out of my office and my throat constricts. My cock twitches at the sight of her curvy ass swaying in those skintight jeans, and my veins pulse with need. I consider calling her back in here, bending her over my desk and fucking her until she screams my name louder than she’s ever screamed out one of my brothers’. I close my eyes and imagine slipping my fingers inside her cunt. Tasting her. Filling her with my cock. I lie in bed at night, listening to my brothers making her come over and over again. Sometimes, I imagine what she looks like when she’s losing control as I jerk off to the sound of her moaning their names. Although this is about so much more than the desire to fuck her. I feel her in every fiber of my being. I can’t look her in the eye because she sees into my soul. When I was a kid growing up in Ireland, my mother used to warn me of the dangers of witches and fairies who might sneak into my bedroom and cast a spell on me. My father told her sh