Bad Bishop (Society of Villains #1)

by L.J. Shen

checking for leaks. “I’m afraid you just cried your first tear, hubby.” “Impossible.” He scowled. “My cum is probably leaking from other holes in my body, seeing as I haven’t been in you for over thirty-five hours.” I barked out a delighted laugh, which I immediately regretted, seeing as my collarbone was shattered. Yes, someone tried to kill me a few hours ago, and yes, my rapist was somewhere out there, still threatening me. Maybe the two things were connected. But we had each other, for real now, and that felt more powerful than any obstacle thrown in our way. “Gealach.” Tiernan brought me back to reality. “Your mam is outside. She wants to speak to you. I told her to sod off in five different languages, but she is still there. With cannoli.” “Really, five?” I elevated an eyebrow, impressed. “English, Irish, Russian, Italian, Neapolitan,” he counted them. “I can add ASL into the mix, though.” He frowned, absentmindedly dropping more kisses over my palm. “Drive the point home.” I grinned. “It’s fine. Let her in.” “You sure?” He didn’t look too enthusiastic. “Stress is not good for you and the baby.” The fact that he now cared about the baby made me feel like I was walking on clouds. “I’m sure. You need to take care of that knee.” I gestured toward his leg. His knee was the size of a football, and he was bleeding through his slacks. “I can stay in the room.”